Chapter 73: Return to the Old Place: Planning Against the Hundred-Killer Boy

In the car, Louis flipped through the Civil Code.

Killing a ghost stronger than oneself unlocks more inheritances earlier—that Louis had long known.

What about killing one equal to oneself?

Now the answer came.

It unlocks a small amount of inheritance.

Looking at the newly unlocked Technique of the Divine Steed, Louis pondered silently.

It was a spell to increase footspeed and movement, once used by Dai Zong in Water Margin; when mastered, one could travel eight hundred li in a day.

Even at the beginner level, it greatly boosts mobility—a quite practical spell, good.

Louis began silently practicing it; before setting out, he had prepared many items, including talismans and cinnabar, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to use the Water Spell that day.

But Louis soon stopped, for not far ahead lay the town of Kelan—after years, he had returned.

Gazing at the town, Louis suddenly conceived an idea.

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The Kelan camp, though a murder had occurred there years ago and it bordered the haunted Crystal Lake Town, still drew endless visitors.

In America, they had a unique tourism culture.

For American high schoolers, college students, youths, and middle-aged people, travel was as indispensable as eating and drinking—they must travel several times in their lives, unless too old to move; as for murders, weren’t there far more who didn’t die?

Why must it be me?

So what’s there to fear?

Besides, thinking this way made it even more thrilling—walking on the edge of danger was simply fantastic!

When Louis and the others returned to this place, they saw exactly this scene: the town remained crowded, shops selling tents and small umbrellas and inns thrived—clearly, the camp’s scenery was indeed excellent.

But they only stopped temporarily to replenish water and medicine; they would continue their journey shortly.

During the shopping break, Louis went alone to the girls’ church school—the place where they had conspired to kill Esther.

But Louis had a purpose in coming here.

Gently clutching a willow leaf, he greeted passing girls one by one, soon arriving at the abandoned classroom.

He found the room that had been scorched by fire.

A drop of ox bile on the eyelids altered his vision slightly.

Before him, wisps of black mist drifted from the corner—evidence of an evil presence—but Louis did not retreat; he walked straight toward it.

Just before reaching it, Louis halted.

He smiled at the sight before him.

“I came at the right time.”

In the corner, a phantom shadow, charred black and flickering, lay with closed eyes, seemingly forming.

After a brief glance, he recognized it—Esther!

Sensing an outsider’s presence, the phantom stirred slightly, as if about to awaken.

Then, a flash of Jin Guang, swirling black mist—and not even a scream escaped; all vanished.

The entire classroom grew much brighter.

Louis nodded slightly.

He hadn’t made many enemies, but the second person he killed was Esther, a deranged Biantai , and the man had been burned alive—extremely painful; under such conditions, becoming a ghost was likely.

So since he happened to pass by, he might as well check.

Luck favored him—the bastard was nearly becoming a malevolent spirit.

One slash, another threat eliminated.

“When I return, I’ll visit Eden Lake Town—there’s still a group of folks burned to death there.”

Louis mused on this, then turned to his next consideration.

The Crystal Lake Camp, north of Kelan Town.

He had researched: the immortal boy Jason hadn’t stirred in years, still resting at the bottom of Crystal Lake, so his resurrection count must be low, his power growth limited.

If pushed, he could use methods to permanently eliminate this brutal boy.

Louis rubbed his chin, eyes filled with thought.

Previously, he was too young and lacked means, so he never considered this Hundred-Killer—but now, perhaps he could.

“Current Jason is only in his basic form, not the future space form—his power is limited, at most destroying houses and smashing trees, unable to withstand technology; his only true strength is immortality.”

“I now have Blood Curse and Corpse Worms; with these two, I can treat Jason as permanent material.”

“On the condition that I capture him and bind him with absolute certainty.”

Absolute certainty… that was difficult. He remembered Jason gained teleportation in his mid-stage, rarely used, only when prey escaped beyond pursuit.

But that meant once in mid-stage, ordinary binding methods were useless against Jason.

“Wait—I recall he always escaped Crystal Lake due to external forces; if imprisoned within the lake, he couldn’t leave on his own.”

“Also, he adored his mother—his mental age was low.”

Louis narrowed his eyes.

He had a plan.

But it required many personnel and technological weapons—otherwise, he’d have to wait until his means were more complete.

Thinking of this, Louis called his family; after a brief summary, he received a response from his uncle Max.

Because Louis’s request was high—requiring heavy weaponry—the family needed considerable time to prepare.

In fact, unless the Bear Nation was heavily selling off, even the Kano family couldn’t acquire such heavy weapons—now, an opportunity existed.

Though America permits gun ownership, there are many rules and restrictions.

For example, guns can’t be carried freely, require permits, and only standard civilian firearms are available on the market.

Heavy weaponry?

You dare use it, and a swarm will come to investigate.

At that point, even the governor will inquire, and the State Department will mention it.

After hanging up, Louis gazed northward. “My dear premium material, wait—I’ll meet you soon.”

While Louis made the call,

in a psychiatric hospital in the city to which Crystal Lake Town belonged,

a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy escaped with a fellow patient, driving toward the Crystal Lake Camp.

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The car resumed its journey.

This time, the route was safe—no incidents, they passed through Mississippi State and arrived in Louisiana—New Orleans.

Louisiana, once a French colony, later sold cheaply to America, now one of its vital port states.

Especially New Orleans, second only to New York as America’s largest port city, its status undeniable.

And one of Louis’s major destinations along the way was New Orleans—famous for its jazz and French culture.

(End of Chapter)