Chapter 89: Darkness

Damn...

Slan stared fixedly at Ji Jue's face, feeling the familiar chill...

This shitty kid is serious.

Without Lou Feng needing to remind him, just from entering here all the way, he had already fully felt the power possessed by the inheritance of mercury.

As wandering knights, wild dog mercenaries, everyone comes to earn foreign exchange, even if they lick blood on the blade, they have to distinguish whose blood it is. Some blood can't be touched at all, and it's poisonous if you get it on you.

He is not a killer assassin who takes orders anonymously on the Wilderness Market, just change his name and surname to avoid the limelight and it's over. Go to offend a future Ember Master with his real name and surname?

Even if Slan is iron-headed, he has to consider the others in the team.

In the end, everyone is working for a living. As long as the final payment can be settled, who is willing to vomit blood and heart for the boss?

He persisted, fought for it, and the evidence was left behind. It's not that the buddy didn't put in the effort, but the opponent opened too hard this time, really can't carry it. The record is not available, but at least he saved the boss's head in the literal sense.

And even suffered heavy losses...

Who wouldn't shed two tears after seeing it, and then pay several times the pension?

Moreover, isn't the harvest all the boss's? What does it have to do with me?

Slan sighed, turned his head, and looked again.

Pouted.

Two more boxes were thrown over. One box was full of broken alchemical creations, the legacy left by mercury. And in the other box, in containers like amber, there were faint and blurry crystal flashes, like candles in the wind.

That was the blessing found from mercury's blessing room. After four hundred years, losing maintenance and support, the eleven that remained had already regressed to the most basic original form, but they were still worth thousands of gold to craftsmen of the Ember line.

"The stuff is here."

Slan slowly moved the blade away by a fraction, staring at Ji Jue: "Price increase is just this once, brother, you'd better think clearly."

Ji Jue looked at him quietly, silent, without saying a word.

The gun butt raised suddenly, swung down, and smashed on the back of Lou Feng's head, directly making him fall into a faint. Then, he put down the gun, and in front of everyone, his palm brushed over Lou Feng's body.

Glasses, buttons, rings, watches, bracelets, necklaces...

Everything with spiritual quality flash was plucked off by him and thrown into the little ox-horse's cargo bed. Finally, the light of mercury gathered, entangled on Lou Feng's body, turning into bonds and ropes.

"Now, exchange hostages."

Ji Jue took out the plastic explosives from his pocket without concealment and pinched them in his hand, making Slan's eyelids jump wildly.

But he didn't say anything in the end, waved his sword to cut off the spear shaft that pierced Xiao An, lifted the silent teenager in his hand, and walked towards Ji Jue step by step.

Until they were close at hand.

The two looked at each other in silence. For a moment, Slan seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he just smiled self-deprecatingly and silently put Xiao An into the cargo bed.

⊙co

Reached out his hand towards Ji Jue.

Just like that, he took over the dying Lou Feng, backed away a few steps slowly, and turned to walk towards his subordinates.

From beginning to end, the subordinates were waiting for Slan's order. But in the end, Slan said nothing, and did not issue any signal or instruction for a surprise attack.

Letting that car disappear into the darkness.

"Clean up the remains, retreat."

He raised his finger and looked at the pitch-black on the ring surface that had not yet dissipated, an absolute omen: "This is not a good place, next, I don't know what ghost things will pop up..."

He sighed, and finally looked at the end of the hall, inside the changing hub.

Never take this kind of grave-digging order again.

Bad luck!

"Brother Ji Jue?"

In the narrow and collapsed corridor, Xiao An raised his hand obediently, letting Ji Jue bandage his wounds: "Sorry, I dragged you down."

"You dragged me down, what am I? A thousand-pound weight?"

Ji Jue rolled his eyes, wanting to hit the back of his head, but couldn't bring himself to do it when he saw his pitiful look: "On the contrary, why are you so iron-headed? Why risk your life for a few hundred bucks? If we can't beat them, can't we run?"

"It's different."

An Ran shook his head, "Bai Lu and Ember are different."

It should be said that he came to the Rift Realm in the first place to do this.

In order to seek blessings and go further, the Heaven-Chosen must lean towards the Supreme Good they follow.

Different from the creation and innovation of the Ember line, the path of Bai Lu represents wildness, primitiveness, freedom, and resistance. Stripping away all appearances of civilization, abandoning all hypocritical order, returning to the nature of living beings, and choosing one's own path and life as one pleases.

What He practices is the path of wildness, and what He promotes is naked survival of the fittest.

The strong control everything, the strong dominate everything, the weak only need to bow and obey, endure ravaging, or rise up to resist, either die or win.

This power used on the right path is a dagger pointed at the tyrant, and if used on the evil path, it is a tool to ravage and oppress the weaker.

It's just that, for the followers of the path of Bai Lu, there is no so-called distinction between good and evil. Correct, wrong, kind, and evil are all meaningless things. So-called morality is just hypocritical talk. On the contrary, because of strength, kindness has meaning, and evil will be terrifying. And for the weak, no matter right or wrong, it's just a joke.

Precisely because of this, it created such a strange and huge chaotic organization as the Wilderness Market, even internally fighting endlessly, difficult to unify, and chaotic and prosperous.

The simplest way to get Bai Lu's blessing is only one—winning against the strong with the weak.

Challenge the stronger, bet your life and everything, prove the gap between each other, and step higher with bloody hunting and death as steps. Of course, if you kill a Heaven-Chosen of the Tianyuan line, that would be even better.

Bai Lu especially loves the death of Tianyuan followers, just like when Tianyuan's Heaven-Chosen have some power in their hands, they love to start using knives on Bai Lu's followers.

"Pity, still a little bit short."

An Ran sighed with regret, "Calculated one step wrong, if I were a little stronger, I might have won."

"If you really wanted to win, that sword at that time shouldn't have been chosen for Lou Feng, right?" Ji Jue asked suddenly, making Xiao An fall into silence.

If it was to obtain the blessing, then the crucial blow at that time shouldn't have been aimed at Lou Feng.

Fighting the Homecoming Knights alone, breaking through the defense and encirclement, if that sword that bet his life was aimed at Slan... could he block it?

He didn't hesitate to discard his own life, all for the sake of attracting firepower for Ji Jue, buying the most precious timing.

If it weren't for Xiao An, even if Ji Jue could rely on the workshop operation to sneak to Lou Feng's side, it wouldn't have been so easy to take him down with the ghost-work ball so cleanly.

"Didn't you think about what would happen if I didn't react?"

Ji Jue sighed: "This kind of thing, at least you should discuss it with me, right? Don't just rush forward with an iron head. If something really happens, how can I explain it to Sister Wen?"

Xiao An thought for a while and answered seriously: "I think, Brother Ji Jue, you would definitely be able to seize the opportunity."

Bang!

In the end, he couldn't help it and hit the back of his head.

"Turn over."

Ji Jue said: "The wounds on the back also need medicine."

"Oh."

Xiao An turned around obediently, revealing the scars on his back.

In addition to the most dangerous penetrating wound on the waist and abdomen, there were many wounds on his arms, neck, face, and legs. Fortunately, when Ji Jue took the emergency rescuer exam, he hadn't forgotten those things, and the anatomy and surgery he learned recently hadn't fallen behind. At the very least, emergency treatment was no problem.

What's more, there was Non-Aggression, even stitches were saved. He directly used spiritual quality operation to join the cut muscles, block the bleeding points, and even suture blood vessels...

The effect of the potion Xiao An carried was also terrifyingly good. After a round of operation, except for the wound on the waist and abdomen that still needed a little time, other places had already healed almost completely.

It's just that, when dealing with the wound on the leg, Ji Jue was startled by the condition of his right leg... a nail as thick as his thumb was pierced directly into the knee.

It was an alchemical creation, filled with the breath of a curse inside, pitch-black light flowing, restraining the recovery of the wound, and reverse-destroying the new flesh, and merging with his bones.

What made Ji Jue even more horrified was the malice on it—according to Ji Jue's reading and sensing, the long nail was not indestructible, nor was it unbreakable, but the moment it was destroyed, it would leave a spiritual quality mark on the remover that could never be erased.

This is a warning.

If anyone dares to pull this nail for him, it is to be an enemy of the An family.

"...even if it's family law, isn't it too much?" Ji Jue's eyebrows frowned, reaching out, wanting to read and decompose the spiritual quality circuit on it, but was stopped by Xiao An.

"Don't worry, Brother Ji Jue, this is Sister's good intention."

Xiao An smiled slightly: "As long as Sister's nail is still there, others in the family can't intervene in this matter. If the punishment nail is pulled out by others, I will never be considered a member of the family."

"..."

Ji Jue was silent, for a moment not knowing how to react to such a strange family style. But since Xiao An opposed it, he had no right to make his own decisions.

And in the brief silence, he could feel the vibration from the workshop gradually becoming intense.

Just like sitting on a volcano about to erupt.

This constantly changing hub was continuously extracting spiritual quality, giving birth to some unprecedented terrifying changes... in Brother Ball's spiritual quality world, countless complex circuits were growing violently like giant trees.

Just as if it wanted to fill everything and reach everything.

Shrouding the entire Rift Realm again.

And at that moment, he heard an unprecedented miserable scream.

As if, a terrified wail from hell!

It came from the very core of the entire hub, in that piece of sealed darkness...

Amidst the roaring sound, the layers of sealed doors suddenly collapsed.

What gushed out from it was a torrent of spiritual bodies that had almost dissolved and were difficult to maintain their own form and outline.

Shepherd of the Dragon Sacrifice Society, Formless!

But the once arrogant Heaven-Chosen, the shepherd who followed the path of Dragon Transformation, had now completely lost his mind and fallen into such a miserable state.

Screaming, wailing, roaring, cursing.

But it was useless.

It was squirming, struggling, crying bitterly, constantly throwing out a large number of resentful spirits, wanting to break free from the terrifying darkness behind it that was like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The darkness was silent, as quiet as hell.

Now, the gates of hell were wide open.

After the positive, I always feel that my energy is insufficient, and I am so sleepy that I can't sleep enough for more than ten hours a day... it's really hard to hold on.