Chapter 90: Darkness

Damn...

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

This shitty kid is serious.

Without Lu 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 came to earn foreign exchange; even if they licked blood on the blade, they had to distinguish whose blood it was. Some blood couldn't be touched at all; touching it was poisonous.

He wasn't a killer assassin who took orders anonymously on the Wilderness Market, just changing his name and surname to avoid the limelight would be enough; going to offend a future Ember Master with his real name and surname?

Even if Slan was stubborn, he had to consider the others in the team.

In the end, everyone was working; as long as the final payment could be settled, who would be willing to give their heart and blood for the boss?

He persisted, fought for it, and left evidence; it's not that the buddy didn't put in the effort, but the opponent opened too powerfully this time, really couldn't carry it, the record couldn't be taken, but at least he saved the boss's head in the literal sense.

Even suffered heavy losses...

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

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

Slan sighed and looked back again.

Pursed his lips.

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 that looked like amber, contained faint and blurry crystalline flashes, like a candle in the wind.

These were the blessings found in the blessing room of mercury; after four hundred years, losing maintenance and upkeep, the eleven that remained had regressed to the most basic original form, but were still worth thousands of gold to artisans of the Ember line.

"Things, are here."

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

Ji Jue looked at him quietly, silent, not saying a word.

The gun butt raised suddenly, swung down, and smashed onto the back of Lu 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 Lu Feng's body.

Glasses, buttons, rings, wristwatches, bracelets, necklaces...

Everything with spiritual quality flash was plucked off by him and thrown into Little Niu Ma's cargo box; finally, the light of mercury gathered, entangled on Lu Feng's body, turning into restraints and ropes.

"Now, let's exchange hostages."

Ji Jue didn't hide taking out the plastic explosives from his pocket and pinching them in his hand, making Slan's eyelids jump wildly.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, cut off the spear shaft piercing Xiao An with a knife, lifted the silent boy in his hand, and walked toward Ji Jue step by step.

Until they were within reach.

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

⊙co

Reached out his hand toward Ji Jue.

Just like that, taking over the dying Lu Feng, he slowly retreated a few steps, turned around and walked toward his subordinates.

From beginning to end, the subordinates were waiting for Slan's order. But in the end, Slan didn't say anything, didn't issue any signal or instruction for a surprise attack.

Letting that car disappear into the darkness.

"Pack up the remains, let's withdraw."

He raised his finger and looked at the pitch-black that hadn't dissipated on the ring surface, an out-and-out omen: "This is not a good place; next, don't know what other ghosts will pop out..."

He sighed, looked at the end of the hall one last time, within that changing hub.

Never take this kind of grave-digging order again.

Bad luck!

"Brother Ji Jue?"

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

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

Ji Jue rolled his eyes, wanting to give him a hit on the back of the head, but couldn't bring himself to do it when looking at his pitiful appearance: "On the contrary, why are you so stubborn? Risking your life for a few hundred bucks, can't we run if we can't beat them?"

"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, Heaven-Chosen must lean toward the Upper 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 civilized appearances, 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 advocates is naked survival of the fittest.

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

This power used in the right way is a dagger pointed at the tyrant; used in the evil way, it is a tool to ravage and oppress the weaker.

However, for the followers of the path of Bai Lu, there is no so-called distinction between right and evil at all; correct, wrong, kind, and evil are all meaningless things, and so-called morality is just hypocritical theory. On the contrary, precisely because of strength, kindness has meaning, and evil will be feared. And for the weak, no matter right or wrong, it is just a joke.

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

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

Challenging the stronger, betting one's life and everything, proving the gap between each other, using bloody hunting and death as a stepping stone, stepping to a higher level. Of course, if the one killed is a Heaven-Chosen of the Tian Tian Yuan line, that would be even better.

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

"Pity, still a bit short."

An Ran sighed regretfully, "Calculated one step wrong, if it were a bit stronger, it might have won."

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

If it were to obtain blessings, then the crucial blow at that time shouldn't have been toward Lu Feng.

Fighting the Returning Knight group alone, breaking through the defense and encirclement, if that sword that bet his life was pointed at Slan... could he block it?

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

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

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

Ji Jue sighed: "This kind of thing, at least we should discuss it, right? Don't be stubborn and rush forward, what if something really happens, how can I explain 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."

Crack!

In the end, he couldn't hold back and gave him a hit on the back of the head.

"Turn over."

Ji Jue said: "The wound on the back also needs medicine."

"Oh."

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

Besides the most dangerous penetrating wound on the waist and abdomen, there were many wounds on his arms, neck, face, and legs. Fortunately, Ji Jue didn't forget what he memorized when taking the emergency lifeguard test, and the anatomy and surgery he learned recently didn't fall behind; at the very least, emergency treatment was no problem.

Not to mention there was Non-Aggression, even the stitches were saved. He directly used spiritual quality operation to join the torn muscles, seal the bleeding points, and even suture the blood vessels...

The effect of the potion Xiao An carried was also scarily good; after a round of treatment, except for the wound on the waist and abdomen that still needed a little time, the other places had almost healed.

Only, when treating 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 straight 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 could it not be destroyed, 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 out 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 again."

"..."

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 act on his own.

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

It was like sitting on a volcano about to erupt.

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

As if to fill everything, reaching 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 dust-sealed darkness...

Amidst the roaring sound, the doors of layers of blockade suddenly shattered.

What sprayed out from it was a torrent of spiritual bodies that had almost dissolved and could hardly 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 vengeful 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 sun, 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 handle. ===== CHAPTER 91 =====