Chapter 386: He

"Fuck!"

On the coin-minting machine that had grown legs, Ji Jue stood dazed on the spot.

He hadn't sensed any aura at all; even his intuition hadn't reacted; he was completely caught off guard.

And the team of people facing him also froze in place.

Stunned and stiff.

Even, terrified and suffocating!

In their perception, a black hole seemed to have appeared.

Without any warning, an eerie figure beyond expectation blocked everyone's path, silent and soundless.

On top of a twisted thing that didn't know whether it was a spider or a horse, the eerie figure draped in gray clothes looked down indifferently, its back humped high, as if deformed; beneath the magnificent and ferocious face mask, there were only two scarlet flames.

Looking down indifferently.

Countless black lines entwined around its body, yet dared not approach, as if guarding it, entangling from a distance, like a pitch-black lotus blooming and closing.

The moment it was sensed, the waist token in their bosoms trembled violently, as if in fear.

The talisman in the leader's palm was also struggling violently, nearly slipping out of his hand.

"Wh..."

Just as Ji Jue was about to perform a jumping slash without thinking,

a scream suddenly erupted from the team.

"Don't move! Nobody move!"

A monk's eyes suddenly shed a line of blood-tears, screaming sharply, his vision pitch-black, terrified and convulsing.

Just by looking instinctively, not paying attention, a sweep of his peripheral vision had caused a heavy blow to his soul.

In a fleeting glimpse, he could only see the infinite darkness of the tower's shadow attached to its body, as if one, and within that eerie body, there were two violent and scorching fluctuations, resonating and connecting with the entire Rift Realm at every moment, as if one!

What kind of monster is this?!

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone's shock and fear, that eerie thing, amidst the harsh sound of metal friction, approached step by step.

Looking down with a face like withered bone, the blood-colored flames on the face mask burned silently.

Casting a massive shadow.

At the very front of the team, Lord Wuyou's confidant had already knelt on the ground without thinking, performing a grand kowtow according to the etiquette taught by Lord Wuyou.

With utmost piety.

And the people behind also scrambled to lie on the ground, following suit.

Instead, Ji Jue's expression gradually became subtle.

Eh?

What is this for?

Wait, the situation seems a bit different from what he thought.

The expression on the mask couldn't help but twitch.

After all, the sixteen Tainted ones in the team before him were not lacking in Rebirth; if they really joined forces, in this kind of encounter, a round of concentrated fire might just kill his artisan self completely.

If he couldn't hold it together and his cover was blown...

In that instant, a hoarse voice like steel friction sounded from beneath the mask; immediately, countless echoes and responses emerged from the surroundings.

As if from a disdainful look down, a judgment:

"Entering the Temple of Sacrifice without an edict, according to the law, one should..."

"Senior, wait!" At the very front on the ground, the Tainted one holding the talisman seemed to remember something, as if struck by lightning, screaming out.

It really had to wait!

Because Ji Jue didn't know what one should be either.

As a result, he asked one question, and before he was even halfway through, the people opposite started crying; in shock, he didn't even have time to think, and they started wailing about the collapse of the imperial dynasty, the glory no longer existing, my lord Wuyou having great ambitions from a young age, supporting the country, rebuilding the universe, enduring humiliation, and so on.

While talking, they dumped everything out, just hoping one of them would be useful.

But as that pile of broken old objects clattered to the ground, the eerie figure before them didn't react at all.

Everyone's hearts gradually rose to their throats.

In the dead silence, a few people in the team exchanged glances, a certain ferocity appearing, waiting for the situation to change to rise up and resist or turn and flee.

Ji Jue's heart also sank to the bottom: What the fuck, rebuilding the dynasty!

How did he bump into this bunch of restoration remnants right after leaving the house?

And in this team, it was simply a gathering of heroes; the composition was even more exciting than Lu Changsheng's!

But looking down at the pile of bells, waist tokens, jade pendants, and head crowns they took out, his heart suddenly stirred.

Immediately after, everyone saw a section of rusted steel arm slowly reach out from beneath the eerie gray-black robe, picking up one of the things from the pile.

Then, as if it had passed verification.

The moment everyone heaved a sigh of relief, the sharp, harsh sound of metal friction sounded again.

"Death penalty can be waived, but living penalty is hard to escape—"

Amidst the eerie monster's scarlet gaze looking down, it commanded coldly, "I sentence you to the punishment of severed hands!"

The person at the very front froze for a moment, hesitating, but sensing the gazes of everyone behind him, he swallowed dryly, not daring to delay any longer.

He didn't even dare to ask whether it was one hand or a pair; he just decisively drew his blade, chopped off his left hand, then bit the hilt of the blade, ruthlessly swinging across his head; immediately, amidst a muffled grunt, blood sprayed, and two palms fell to the ground.

The winding blood gathered, following the mechanical monster's body, writhing, upward, as if merging into the eerie figure's body.

Thus, that figure withdrew its gaze.

The others immediately relaxed one by one, but before they could even smile, they saw the scarlet eyes fall on the second person, the monk with blood-tears in his eyes.

"Disrespecting imperial might, I sentence you to gouged eyes!"

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The bewildered monk hadn't even reacted to what had happened when the person beside him jumped up; before his companion could stop him, he pressed him down and decisively gouged out a pair of eyes.

Offering them with both hands.

Under the gaze of the fire-like scarlet eyes, that pair of broken eyeballs seemed to be picked up by an invisible palm and crushed into powder.

Then, the third...

"Bai Lu generation, not submitting to imperial transformation."

Ji Jue lowered his eyes, declaring coldly, "I sentence you to severed feet!"

The Bai Lu Tainted one's expression changed, convulsing violently, and suddenly he gritted his teeth.

Before everyone could react, he rose up!

One must know, the Bai Lu path lies in swiftness and agility; if his legs were to be chopped off, it would be better to take his life; he had no choice but to fight for his life... at this moment, his speed was so fast that Ji Jue's gaze couldn't even keep up, finding it hard to react.

As if fearing the pressure of that eerie figure, he didn't dare to step forward to fight for his life, but instead turned and ran wildly without thinking, attempting to seek help.

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Unfortunately, this direction... Hmm?

Ji Jue's expression gradually became subtle—it seemed to be the great hall where he had just pried off the mural, smashed the statues, and painted a welcoming pine tree?

That group of residual shadows and statues seemed to still be doing sit-ups in place...

Buddy, don't be unlucky and bump into them head-on!

Not long after, just a few seconds later, a shrill scream came from afar; amidst everyone's daze, a shattering sound erupted from afar.

Soon, a crying residual shadow hanging by black lines, like a balloon, rose slowly in the witness of everyone.

A thumping sound rang out.

In the dead silence, everyone swallowed dryly, not even reacting to what the eerie figure before them had done.

But soon, they sensed the anger appearing on that mask.

When those blood-fire eyes looked down, they couldn't help but feel a chill all over!

It's over!

Is it too late to draw a line now?

"Disrespecting imperial law, the crime deserves death!"

The furious eerie figure surged with fire, threads of flame leaping and dancing beneath the gray-robe-like curtain, ready to devour.

Countless sounds of steel friction overlapped, turning into a hair-raising hoarse voice:

"—Offer a sacrifice to redeem your sins!"

Just as everyone was stunned and dazed, a steel limb covered in rust was raised, pointing straight at the monk leader among them.

To be precise, the vajra pestle in his bosom!

The monk couldn't help but stand dazed, subconsciously taking a step back, wanting to protect this lineage's heirloom treasure.

Immediately, he sensed the gazes cast by others, and even the footsteps blocking him from behind without a sound.

One by one, they grabbed his arms and clothes, controlling the possibility of him resisting and struggling.

Their eyes were panicked and vigilant.

Money is an external possession, brother, you must not harm everyone!

Wait, you wouldn't be thinking of not handing it over, would you?

Under the gazes of his companions and that scarlet look down, the monk's expression struggled; gritting his teeth, his trembling palm slowly raised, handing over the vajra pestle in his hand.

His heart was dripping blood.

The steel limb pinched the vajra pestle, withdrew, and disappeared beneath the gray robe.

The monk's face twitched; he only felt that the connection between the Wulou Temple's heirloom treasure and himself had been severed, as if it had completely disappeared.

His heart had completely turned cold.

And then, everyone saw the steel limb reach out again, raise, and point at another person's neck, that blessed creation necklace.

"..."

By the time the owner of the necklace realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

Once again, he was surrounded by his own teammates, especially the monk who had just lost the vajra pestle, gripping his arm tightly.

You can't run!

If you run, wouldn't I have offered mine in vain?

Besides, wasn't there you, this prick, among those who forced me just now?!

"This is all for Lord Wuyou's great cause!"

The monk forced a ferocious smile, squeezing the voice out from between his teeth:

"You wouldn't be unwilling, would you?"

"—I fucking thank you."

The owner of the necklace was about to cry, forcing a smile, his trembling small hand handing over his necklace.

Then, everyone saw the steel hand raise again, pointing at the short blade and poison edge in another person's bosom...

Amidst the sobbing, the offering began once again.

Offering again and again, second offering, third offering, fourth offering, fifth offering—Offer! Offer! Offer! Offer! Offer!

And by the time everyone could no longer bear it and wanted to rise up and resist, the redeeming offering finally came to an end just at the right time.

There was nothing left worth looting.

Earrings, necklaces, vajra pestles, short blades, belts, armor...

Even the shoes were not spared!

Besides that, there was gouging eyes, chopping fingers, cutting hands, breaking legs, torturing people in all sorts of ways...

"Take care of yourselves from now on."

When that eerie shadow finally nodded slowly and moved away slowly amidst the trembling voices of everyone, all the survivors nearly couldn't help but embrace and weep.

Finally!

Finally, it was over!

Amidst a gust of cold wind that came silently, everyone couldn't help but shiver, looking at each other's appearance; the little pearls were about to be unable to be contained.

In just a few short minutes, the treasures they regarded as life had all been looted.

The team that had been high-spirited before setting off now looked like a group of beggars who had run to the Empire from out of town, and they couldn't even find a complete person.

Even, from beginning to end, they didn't even know what the person opposite them was!

However, the silver lining in the misfortune was that, at least there was some gain!

Before that eerie figure left, it had given them its token; although it looked like pieces of iron, holding it in their hands, it felt extraordinarily secure.

Moreover, it also reminded them: if they encounter others similar to it later, just hand over the token and kowtow a thousand times.

How should one put it...

He's actually a pretty good guy!

"Don't delay any longer; there isn't much time left."

The leader had had his hands chopped off; now, without time to wipe the snot and tears from his face, he sobbed and promised: "Complete the Lord's great plan early, and you will all be rewarded!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"That's right!"

Amidst the responses, no one dared to delay any longer.

Under the illumination of the flame lights rising one after another in the distance, they relied on each other, supported each other, limping toward the high tower ahead, their backs looking extraordinarily desolate.

And on the empty street, a certain figure that should have long since gone far away poked its head out quietly again.

Stroking its chin, watching their retreating backs.

Full of curiosity.

—What are this bunch of trash going to do? ===== CHAPTER 387 =====