Chapter 59: Female Corpse Experiment: Golden Knife Entry

Returned home.

A girl with twin braids, resembling Jin Guang, was staring at the two with a look of grievance—it was Youlunka.

“Don’t you feel like you forgot something?”

David froze, then realized: damn it, he’d been so eager to rescue Anjila that he’d forgotten to pick her up!

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was standing at the school gate until everyone left, just standing there like an idiot?”

Youlunka accused.

Louis also felt awkward; he silently climbed the stairs, and Emma, who had been munching chips and watching the scene, followed like a little shadow.

Entered the room.

“Where did you two go?” Emma asked curiously.

Louis pulled out a young willow leaf as he answered.

When Louis mentioned the house burning down, Emma’s eyes gleamed. “Tsk. What a pity.”

Louis glanced at her—he didn’t think she was pitying those people; more likely…

“You should’ve brought me along. I could’ve given you ideas. Burning them unconscious just suffocates them—it’s only painful on the skin for a while. Too easy a death. At least make them have nightmares, watch themselves slowly fall apart, learn what terror really means.”

“If all else fails, spit out your needle and jam it under their fingernails. Ten fingers, one heart. Then burn the needle and their clothes—pain gets worse the more they squirm, and the more they squirm, the worse the pain…”

“Heh.” Louis sneered twice and ignored her.

Though, this thing was probably capable of actually doing it—and could come up with unspeakable tortures for Louis too…

Honestly, Louis himself felt he hadn’t done enough—mainly because he hadn’t finished. But he just didn’t have time.

And then that gold-arm corpse had suddenly appeared, completely throwing off his plans.

He shook his head, dropped the thought, and prepared himself—waiting for the gold arm to arrive so he could begin the experiment.

Emma, still enthusiastically talking beside him, rolled her eyes in boredom but didn’t leave the room; instead, she watched Louis fiddling with things.

Not long after, the gold-arm corpse from the police evidence room was delivered by a van.

Don’t ask why—ask how much money was paid.

Louis arrived at the cave in the back mountain.

He carefully examined the corpse that had startled him so much.

Even in this half-dark environment, the gold arm extending to the elbow still gleamed brilliantly, unlike anything ordinary; as for the corpse itself, it too looked far from ordinary—it should’ve been burned to ash along with the house.

In that fierce fire that engulfed a two-story building, those bastards had been completely charred, their bones blackened beyond recognition.

Yet this corpse, aside from its clothes being burned away to bare skin, remained in that half-decayed state.

Clearly suspicious.

Louis tapped the shoulder of the junkie brought in; instantly, a familiar, strange hallucination made him feel euphoric.

Normally, the Tearing Fiber Technique had limited effect on adults—but junkies’ willpower was always a false concept, usually nonexistent.

So controlling them was especially easy.

“Go on, take off that gold arm.”

“Heh, yes, yes.”

The junkie, eyes bulging with bloodshot excitement, gripped the gold arm tightly. One! Two! Heh!

Crack!

The gold arm separated cleanly from the corpse’s arm.

“Here, here you go.” The junkie said dumbly.

Louis didn’t take it. Instead, he stepped back two paces and pulled out his prepared tools. “No, you stay there and rest.”

Only ten minutes passed.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

The grating sound of bones grinding against each other echoed through the cave.

Here it comes!

Louis’s eyes locked onto it.

Creaking.

The corpse suddenly sat upright. Beneath its hollow eye sockets, sharp eyes glared fixedly at the gold arm in the junkie’s hands. “Gold arm… mine… mine… give it back!!”

Rotting skin peeled off the muscles, tendons stretched between flesh chunks, and foul-smelling fluid dripped from them.

Only a palm connected by tendons and muscle reached out, snapped the junkie’s neck effortlessly, picked up the gold arm, and slammed it onto its own limb.

Then—plop—it lay back down in its original position, resuming the “Sleeping Beauty” pose.

Watching this, Louis rubbed his chin. “So it has no brain. Is it a malevolent spirit controlling the body? Or something else?”

He clapped his hands. Another temporarily controlled junkie staggered over, opened a drum of oil, and poured it over the corpse.

His finger swept through the air, drawing a serpent of fire that shot forward.

Boom!

Flames roared, heat pressing hard.

After burning for over ten minutes, the fire finally weakened—but what met Louis’s eyes made him frown.

Useless.

The corpse was unharmed!

Immune to fire?

He clapped again. One junkie after another walked into the demon’s den.

Sulfuric acid, cleavers, dismemberment, chains…

Every possible method was tried.

The several black-clad brutes guarding outside held their breath—they knew the Young Master was terrifying, but even now, they felt a chill run down their spines.

After all, even junkies were human-shaped. To be mindlessly controlled and tortured like this… what if it were a normal person?

Hss!!

Instantly, their breathing grew faint.

Inside the cave.

Louis hadn’t realized his family’s men now feared him—but even if he had, he wouldn’t care.

The Left Path is just like this.

Normal people usually just fear and keep their distance; not showing disgust is already a miracle.

At this moment, Louis stared at the corpse that could reassemble itself even after being dismembered, his mind racing.

Immune to fire, electric shocks—physical methods still worked: chopping, dismembering—but like blocks, it reassembled itself.

No brain, only showed greed for the gold arm.

Solutions: cut it into tiny enough pieces, let a pack of dogs devour it, or encase it in cement and sink it into the ocean…

“Strange thing. Not a normal malevolent spirit. Could it be connected to demons or evil gods?”

Louis reasoned logically.

After all, on this land that loved to court death, besides malevolent spirits and killers, what else was more famous than demon and evil god worship?

When trouble arises, think along these lines—the truth is almost always there.

Looking at the corpse, Louis decided to try his last method—to test whether the entry condition for the Willow Leaf Golden Knife’s Soul-Annihilating Technique matched his guess.

A fresh green willow leaf rested in his palm.

Two fingers pressed together, tracing a command character on his palm.

At the same time, he focused his mind on the corpse before him.

Up to this point, it was identical to his previous practice.

But Louis’s focused intent now gradually shifted, filling with killing intent and malice.

(End of chapter)