Chapter 120: Dusk

The room was messy, and in the dusk approaching in the afternoon, the lights were dim.

In the casually rented house, there was dead silence at this moment, only anger spreading.

Slap, slap, slap, slap...

Amidst the low, muffled sounds, the captain with a scar on his face had just returned from outside. After slamming the door, he looked at the Chosen One who was keeping watch in the corner. After confirming the internal and external shielding, he could no longer restrain his anger, threw his hat on the ground, kicked the chair away, and roared: "Are you crazy today? I f*ck your mother, this is not the Central Plains, do you understand? If you really provoke the Security Bureau, do you think we can walk out of Haizhou!"

"Killing all day long, killing your mother, killing! We came out to make money, not to kill for fun, understand? If there's no money, who will treat your illness? Do you know how many people are looking for us outside now?

Is this good now? No money to earn, wait for death, f*ck your horse!"

Slap, slap, slap...

Amidst the muffled sounds, no one responded.

Making the captain even more furious: "Herbert, I'm f*cking talking to you, did you hear me?"

"Heh..."

By the table, Herbert leaned against the wall, his head hitting the wall every now and then, with a hollow smile, his expression twitching from time to time.

On the foil spread out on the table, there was still powder residue.

"Captain, my fault, I know, I shouldn't have, I was wrong..."

Amidst the hallucination of the forbidden drug, Herbert's pupils dilated, gasping: "I know, but there are voices, there are voices... the sound of water droplets, the sound of bells, the sound of voices... so chaotic..."

"So tired, can't sleep."

His eyes were covered with bloodshot, twitching, becoming even more blood-red: "Close my eyes, there are voices everywhere."

"Things like ants, all in the wall, crawling everywhere, in my blood vessels, I can't find it."

Amidst the hollow laughter, he scratched his arms and neck, pulling out blood, viscous, remaining on his fingertips, so sweet. After tasting it for an instant, he seemed to fall into intoxication, gnawing on his fingers, unable to stop.

Even if covered in blood.

The captain's face gradually turned ugly, as if facing a great enemy, grabbed his arm, and checked: "Where's the medicine? You didn't take the medicine?!"

At his feet, there was only a bulging backpack.

But after opening it, he found that there was only a pile of used needles inside.

The inhibitor enough for one month had all been injected.

At this moment, empty.

"Took it, all took it, all took it, but it's useless, Captain, the voice is getting louder and louder, right in my brain."

Herbert twitched, hitting the wall again and again, but the smile on his face became even more hollow and strange, and the viscous scarlet gradually climbed onto his pupils.

"No matter what, can't kill them all, heh, hehehe... as long as I kill them all, it will be quiet, it will be quiet..."

At that moment, the hollow and scattered pupils gathered again in the blood color.

Emerging with ferocious light.

Scarlet tears slowly slid down from the corners of his eyes.

He said: "I found it."

At that moment, accompanied by the collapse of reason, the mad thing was conceived from the broken soul.

When Old Zhang kicked open the door and broke through the disguise set by the mirror system, what he saw was only a scene of devastation.

Broken limbs and corpses flying, broken internal organs stuck to the wall.

Walls, floors, ceilings, all shattered.

Riddled with holes.

And a head with a scar slowly rolled to his feet, and on the severed head, the expression of the past still remained.

Pain, anger, sadness, and a trace of numbness.

Too complex, blurred by death, already indistinguishable.

Only intermittent breathing sounds echoed in the empty corner.

"Get out here!"

Old Zhang reached out suddenly, the gale swept, thunder erupted, and amidst the impact of the air wave, the illusion set by the mirror collapsed, leaving only a figure covered in blood, with a big hole dug out of his chest by something, on his last breath.

"Help, help me."

Seeing someone rush in, he could no longer care about his identity and the trial he might face, begging with all his might: "Save me..."

Old Zhang was indifferent.

Silently looking around, stepping on the pool of blood, approaching, looking down, his palm raised, but he didn't reach out. Between his five fingers, a wisp of pure vitality that shone with a hazy light appeared, coiling, illuminating the pair of desperate pupils.

"Tell me what's going on?"

"It's Herbert, Herbert that lunatic!" The ecstatic survivor recounted incoherently: "He's crazy, he's completely crazy! Lost control! Medicine doesn't work..."

At that moment, Old Zhang looked back in astonishment, looking at Xiao An.

Both of their expressions became ugly.

The worst situation had occurred.

Sin-tainted!

A Chosen One had lost control and become sin-tainted, and it was a large group most skilled in killing!

"Where did he go?!"

Old Zhang grabbed the survivor's neck, forcibly continued a breath, and urged: "When did he leave?! Speak!"

"Just left, he just left, only a few minutes, from the window in the back, I don't know, I really don't know anymore!"

The survivor wailed, prayed, no longer seeing the cruel scene of killing in the bar: "Save me, save me, I beg you!"

But Old Zhang didn't make any move, just asked the last question:

"Who is the employer?"

At that moment, a shrill whistling sound suddenly rose from the room.

In the wriggling shadows, a hand appeared without warning, reached out, holding an invisible dagger with a vaguely blurred blade, and stabbed toward the survivor in Old Zhang's hand!

Bang!

The one who reacted fastest was Xiao An.

The moment he sensed the attacker, he turned and left without hesitation, moving fast.

Instantly disappeared from the spot, chasing after the breath left by Herbert.

Not caring about Old Zhang's safety at all.

Or rather, he didn't think from the bottom of his heart... that Old Zhang had any possibility of being injured.

Then, the blade stabbed into that plain, withered old hand.

Loose skin covered the withered bones, and the blood vessels could be clearly distinguished from the back of the hand. This decaying palm, the moment it touched the blade, revealed a brilliant golden light like gold.

Sparks flew, and the blade was futile.

But a line of emerald green spread from the skin touched by the blade...

Poison!

Old Zhang's heart moved, and the spreading strange color was forced back into a line, dripping from his fingertips, hissing.

"Want to silence me?"

He glanced at the vaguely visible shadow in the shadow, smiled in realization: "Isn't it a bit late?"

"Old thing, for those few hundred dollars, there's no need to fight for your life, isn't it fine to just lie flat and earn a pension?"

The Chosen One hidden in the shadow had a hoarse voice: "If not necessary, I don't want to do anything to the people of the Security Bureau. Put him down, isn't it fine if nothing happened?"

"It's the Imperial Foundation again..."

Old Zhang was silent, gazing at him, for a long time, nodded slowly: "To be honest, I have no interest in the internal strife of your Bai Lu, and I don't want the children to be too deeply involved in it. They are all very good children, they should have their own future, and shouldn't be dragged into the dog-eat-dog killing between a bunch of scum and trash.

So, handing this person to you is actually nothing.

No need to be so nervous."

He said: "What a big deal."

Saying that, he threw the desperate survivor on the ground between the two, not caring at all, even the Chosen One who came to silence him was stunned in place.

Didn't expect the Security Bureau to be so easy to talk to.

Immediately after, he heard the words of the withered old man.

"... However, I have to ask you for a favor."

The old man lowered his eyes, looking at the wrinkles on his palm, the remaining blood, and couldn't help but sigh.

Worked in the Security Bureau for a lifetime, fought a lifetime of hard battles.

How come when he's old, he's living more and more backward?

Clearly, when he was thirty or forty years old, following the first director, everyone was so high-spirited, as if the whole world was waiting for them to change.

But in a flash, until now, everyone has grown old.

The dead are dead, the retired are retired.

Left as the only old thing that luckily lived the longest, clocking in and out every day, day after day, year after year, unwilling to continue, yet unwilling to leave, just enduring like this without seeing an end, having lost all ambition, waiting for death.

And this world has also become this damn way.

So much so that... the Imperial Foundation, that kind of thing that can't be on the table, dares to stir up trouble in Yacheng, and even this kind of low-class rat dares to appear in front of him triumphantly, showing off.

Too ridiculous.

If the old director saw the scene in front of him, he would definitely laugh his head off, wouldn't he?

Unfortunately, he is already dead.

Many years ago...

He gazed at the dim yellow sky outside the window and suddenly said: "I'm in a bad mood, I want to vent."

"So—"

The old man pleaded, "You just need to, don't die too fast."

Boom!!!

At that moment, before responding, before making a face and questioning, even, before reacting...

The shadow shook, moved, the flickering figure seemed to fall into solidification, already enveloped by the anger that erupted like a volcano.

Consciousness, as if cut off for an instant.

What happened? What just happened? What's wrong with me?

Amidst the unprecedented intense pain, the man lying in the ruins and rubble finally reacted, unable to raise his hand, unable to move his feet, riddled with holes, just like a broken rag doll.

It seems someone swung a punch at him.

Then, he didn't remember anything.

Why did it become like this here? Where was I just now? No, who am I?

Can't remember.

Can't think of anything.

The only thing felt was unprecedented fear and despair.

"Very good, worthy of being a Bai Lu."

In a distant place, a voice came, across the holes in the dozen walls he smashed along the way, a strange face appeared in the smoke and dust.

As if praising, nodded:

"Hard life!"

It's just that this face was no longer ordinary flesh and blood, but a brilliant golden color greater than metal, dignified, like a god or Buddha.

Based on the Metamorphosis Rank blessings of 【Iron Bone】, 【Copper Heart】, and 【Divine Qi】, fused and mastered, tempering the physical body for dozens or even a hundred years in the Rebirth Rank... such a long time, not a single day spent in vain, not a single day of slack, tempered a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, what was achieved was this—shocking enough to be spread far and wide—

—Golden Body Indestructible!

Tracing back to the origin, reversing time, from the age of ignorant mortal iron, reappearing the appearance of the legendary 'Golden Human'.

Calling it evolution is inappropriate, calling it regression is too contemptuous. This is the majesty revealed when the essence and bloodline of humanity rise to the place of origin!

"Rest assured, we can play for a long time."

One step, crossing a distance of hundreds of meters, the old man was already close at hand, looking down at the terrified Chosen One, suddenly, grinned: "I also hope you, don't die too fast."

At that moment, on the indestructible iron fist, a rich vitality like a waterfall appeared.

Compassion and destruction were gathered between the five fingers.

Thus, toward that dull face, cast down devastation!

Boom!!!! ===== CHAPTER 121 =====