Chapter 873: 470 A Succession of Arrivals

"Huff..."

Unaware of the violent upheaval occurring within the Realm of Death, Hearing Li Ang swallowed a piece of the Dog God's "flesh," felt his soul rapidly filling up, and let out a long sigh.

Although the process was slightly disgusting, at least the empty soul had been replenished; that previous feeling that a mere gust of wind could scatter him completely was truly enough to make one's heart panic.

Picking up the small knife again, Hearing Li Ang carved off a strip of pitch-black muscle from the Dog God's hind leg, which was thicker than three people embracing a tree, then turned back and extended an invitation to the female reporter.

"Want a bite?"

"No thanks..."

"Your soul has also been digested quite a bit; you should still have a bite to replenish it!"

Seeing the female reporter's embarrassed expression, Hearing Li Ang earnestly suggested:

"Trust me, although it looks a bit disgusting, it actually has no taste; it's neither fishy nor foul, much like chewing unsalted beef jerky. Except for needing to chew it slightly, eating it is basically like chewing cold water."

"But..."

"Trust me, it's really fine."

After stuffing a strip of Dog God meat into his mouth and feeling the soul power rapidly spreading within, Hearing Li Ang happily squinted his eyes, then continued to urge:

"You know, the Dog God's body isn't pure flesh and blood; seventy percent is materialized death qi, and the remaining thirty percent is the purest soul power. If you treat it as the purest form of energy, you won't feel awkward eating it."

"Then I'll just have a little... uh... actually, never mind..."

Just after hearing Hearing Li Ang's persuasion, the female reporter was somewhat tempted, but when she saw Hearing Li Ang's teeth stained red with dog blood, she immediately and completely abandoned the thought of taking a bite, shaking her head frantically and hurriedly saying:

"I... well, my stomach is bad, I dare not eat raw food, so let's just forget it!"

"Alright, it's your decision."

Thoroughly shocked by the female reporter's excuse, Hearing Li Ang wordlessly nodded and did not continue to persuade.

But after eating for a while longer, he discovered with some confusion that although his soul had become extremely solid, that inexplicable sense of emptiness still remained; there was a constant "hunger" within his soul, as if something was missing.

"I don't know much about matters concerning souls, but if I were to guess, it should be that your original soul hasn't successfully returned yet."

After hearing Hearing Li Ang's question, the female reporter hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat uncertainly:

"The Dog God's body is too big; the soul you had digested scattered throughout its entire body, so although you have replenished the strength of your soul, the portion of the soul that originally belonged to you hasn't returned much.

And your soul itself has always been longing for that 'original' wholeness, which is why you feel empty, as if something is missing."

"I see..."

Feeling the instinctive craving within his soul, Hearing Li Ang frowned, then continued to press:

"I remember that for repairing the soul, Water Bottle went through a lot of trouble back then. If these parts of my original soul aren't replenished, will there be an impact later?"

"It shouldn't."

After thinking for a moment, the female reporter answered:

"Although both of you are missing most of your souls, he had part of his soul directly killed, whereas your soul is still intact; the situation is very different from his.

To make an analogy, suppose your souls are both a word; then he is equivalent to having half of that word erased, changing 'good and evil' into 'good,' and if not completed, even the meaning changes.

Whereas you are equivalent to having written that word on paper; after a long time, the characters on the paper have faded significantly, but the whole remains intact, not hindering others from recognizing the word's meaning; you just need to add some ink to trace over it, and the soul is still your own soul."

"But can this kind of supplementary one be as good as the 'original'?"

"Uh... if you are worried about this..."

After pondering for a moment, the female reporter pointed at the Dog God and tentatively suggested:

"How about you go inside and eat?"

"?"

"What I mean is, the most core part of the Dog God is certainly not the flesh on its body, but places like the heart and brain.

After your soul was digested by it, only a small portion scattered to the limbs and such places; the majority should have gathered in more core positions. If you want to retrieve your own soul, eating those places should have a better effect."

"I see... I'll try!"

After hearing the female reporter's suggestion, Hearing Li Ang pondered it, found it reasonable, took the small knife left by Director Water Bottle, sliced open the Dog God's belly, bent low, and crawled towards the position of the heart.

Just as the female reporter breathed a sigh of relief, rejoicing that she would no longer have to witness Hearing Li Ang's mad God of Eating behavior, the cliffs named 'Death' on both sides of the 【Gate of the Dead】 suddenly lit up, where the nests of the Death-Harbingers were located.

Shortly after, two raven-feathered people with blood-red raven heads and black wings on their backs poked their heads out from two huge Death-Harbinger nests, looking alertly at the massive dog corpse outside the 【Gate of the Dead】.

When they saw the female reporter standing beside the Dog God's corpse with a relaxed expression on her face, the two raven-feathered people were instantly startled; they seemed not to expect that the "culprit" who slew a god had not yet left, and instinctively wanted to shrink back.

But under the screeching of countless Death-Harbingers, they still climbed out of the raven nests, tightly folded their wings against their backs, forced themselves to walk to a spot not far from the female reporter, bowed deeply upon meeting, and then asked:

"May I ask... are you... the one who killed the Guardian God of Death?"

Are these two crow heads... the kin of Crow Grandmother? The envoys of the God of Death summoned by Zhao Yin?

"No, no, no! I didn't do it!"

Unexpectedly, the people of the Realm of Death reacted so quickly; the Dog God had only just died not long ago, and the Lord of the Realm of Death had already sent an envoy, so the female reporter waved her hands repeatedly.

"I was just... just passing by here by chance, discovered it was actually dead, so I came to take a look! Yes! I just came to take a look!"

"..."

Discovering that a true god had been killed, yet not running away immediately, but specifically coming over to take a look? Do humans nowadays have so much leisure time?

After hearing the female reporter's answer, the two raven-feathered people exchanged glances, clearly not believing her words.

But seeing the female reporter's panicked expression and her hurried explanation, fearing being misunderstood, they felt she indeed did not look like a culprit capable of slaying a god, instantly breathed a collective sigh of relief, and straightened their slightly bent waists.

"Then did you see that culprit who killed the Dog God..."

"Gurgle gurgle"

Just as the two raven-feathered people prepared to continue asking, a surge of waves suddenly rose from the Yellow Spring River beneath the Road of No Return; a large amount of turbid yellow water rushed upstream against the current, forcibly carving out a turbid yellow tributary on the pitch-black ground of the Realm of Death.

Immediately after, dozens of huge yellow fish with tightly closed eyes poked their heads out from the tributary, facing the direction of the Dog God and the female reporter, and opened their mouths, which were also tightly closed.

"May I ask..."

After the huge single eyes in the fish mouths stared at the female reporter for a while, the two eyes of the yellow fish suddenly opened, revealing two mouths complete with tongues and teeth, and asked in unison with gentle voices:

"Was the Guardian God of Death killed by you?"

"No... I was just passing through..."

"Then did you see the ferocious..."

"Hoo!!!"

Just as the Yellow Fishes wanted to continue asking, a chill black wind blew from the depths of the Dead Realm, taking the form of black-robed figures cloaked in pitch-black robes, emaciated, their faces indistinguishable.

Immediately after, the dead on the Road of No Return screamed, their skeletons shedding prematurely from within their bodies, blinking pairs of non-existent eyes, and turning to walk toward the Gate of the Dead.

And in the far distance, the stone statues originally standing on both sides of the Road of No Return, huge as small hills, were taking heavy steps, rumbling and rumbling as they rushed here...

"..."

Blood-Headed Crow, Yellow Spring Fish, Silent Wandering Soul, Shed-Body Evil Bone, Silent Stone Puppet...

Looking at the Death Messengers before her, which were normally impossible to see, impossible to know where to find, yet now were popping out like dumplings in a pot, crackling and popping, the female reporter's scalp tingled with numbness.

Li Ang, oh Li Ang, I beg you, hold it in inside there, absolutely do not come out! If you pop out right now, we won't be able to explain ourselves!