Chapter 140: Crossfire (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"According to my divination, this expedition shouldn't be very dangerous..."

Inside the Suotuosi Lingmu Yiji.

Aaron walked out of the corridor and saw a massive underground structure.

Two rows of strange statues were scattered along both sides of the corridor, extending continuously toward the end.

On the surrounding walls, there were strange tiles and relief decorations that gave him a sense of familiarity.

"'Radiance' Spirituality... the interior of this massive structure was built using precious Spirit Material, and... it all leans toward 'Radiance'... The junk the 'Beast' sold me before undoubtedly came from here too..."

'An "Extraordinary" of the "Red" domain who has reached the Third Layer of Primordial Substance is no longer very afraid of the damage from ordinary bullets, except for their vital points...'

But at the same time, a sudden sharp pain struck the center of his brows, and he sensed intense danger!

Aaron turned and rolled without hesitation; a loud bang erupted where he had just been, and a tall human figure stood there—it was that white, burly man.

Illusions emerged before the burly man's eyes, as if he had just advanced or consumed too much, and his own Spirituality was in chaos!

"Not good! There's something wrong with the bullets!"

He carried a Horse Lantern in one hand and kept the other in his pocket, strolling along as if leisurely.

In this layer of the tomb, there were a large number of side chambers containing various burial goods and human skeletons.

Aaron looked out and could not see the end of this underground space; he couldn't help but lament that the descendants were truly wealthy.

It was an "Evil Spirit Curse Bullet" with its surface covered in three-dimensional black symbolic runes and evil patterns!

The moment it hit, the burly man felt his body turn cold, his teeth chatter, and even his thoughts fell into stagnation...

A smile appeared on Aaron's face, while his right hand moved with extreme speed to draw his Zoulun and fire!

All actions were completed in less than a single second.

After taking the second shot head-on, that chaotic and nauseating feeling became even more severe.

It must be said that as an "Extraordinary" of the "Red" domain who had advanced to the Third Layer, Aaron had absolutely no chance of winning in a brawl.

"I recognize Wood's ring... and phantoms have no scent! I have already memorized your scent... I will Rend you, Rend you into pieces!"

"'Extraordinary' individuals of the 'Red' domain are powerful in brawls, but they are somewhat helpless against Spirit Bodies; no wonder they have to purchase related items in bulk... Where do they get so much money?"

At the same time, he also felt something strange; at the site of his wound, although it didn't hurt much, a peculiar sensation was spreading.

"Who? Don't you know exploration has stopped for now? Is my pocket watch broken, or is it already noon outside?"

Behind a pile of stones, Aaron was somewhat speechless: "The terror of 'Filthy Bullets' lies in their severe and hard-to-cure aftereffects... In intense combat, the effect produced by mental pollution doesn't seem very significant... Moreover, becoming cruel, bloodthirsty, or even schizophrenic doesn't seem to affect combat..."

Bang!

Before the man opposite could react, he was shot in the forehead.

Aaron spat out a word, summoning a blinding light source that caused the pouncing beast-like burly man to instantly lose his vision.

The opponent crossed his arms to block his head and chest, letting a blood hole appear in his arm.

Bang!

A phantom-like entity that had just poked its head out from the wall was hit, its entire body erupting with dazzling radiance before instantly turning into a puddle of powder and falling.

Aaron did not put away the Zoulun, instead firing another shot behind him with a backhand motion.

Aaron was slightly suspicious, but he continued to go deeper.

At this moment, he suddenly touched the center of his brows.

Aaron did not continue forward and hid in an adjacent tomb complex nearby.

"Damn it, that intruder killed Gaiwis again!"

Aaron stood up, raised his hand, and fired, aiming directly at the burly man.

Whether it was silver weapons or various spirit-repelling items, none of them were cheap.

"How did you find me?"

This was also Aaron's plan: to use the phantom to make noise and scatter these pursuers, making it easier to defeat them one by one.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out in the darkness; his head exploded directly, and his corpse fell to the ground.

While he was thinking, the white burly man had already rushed in front of him.

"Idiot!"

The "Radiant Bullet" did not show its lethality against the vengeful spirit, but the sheer power of an ordinary bullet was enough to make the head of this low-level "Extraordinary" bloom, and he fell down.

A moment later, several "Extraordinary" individuals rushed over, led by a two-meter-tall male burly man who let out a roar: "He must be right ahead, follow me!"

The burly man's fingernails became sharp; he stabbed them into his own arm, grabbed a twisted, pitch-black bullet stuck by bone, and revealed a ferocious smile.

Although the burly man had lost his vision, he protected his vital points almost reflexively, preparing to tear that hateful guy to shreds once the light faded!

"Pursuers?"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he aimed his Zoulun at the burly man and fired again!

"I said... it's useless, minor injuries only make me more excited!"

"Roar!"

"I'm going to slaughter him myself!"

In the darkness, a figure pounced directly over; his hands had already turned into beast-like claws, and his eye sockets were blood-red, as if he possessed excellent Dark Vision.

After walking for a while, a figure appeared abruptly ahead.

Aaron's true body walked out from the darkness; it was he who had intentionally created a phantom identical to himself to make noise and lure the target.

Occasionally, one could see destroyed mechanisms, which must have been the work of that group above.

Even another voice seemed to emerge in his mind, causing his Spirituality to gradually dull, as if he were being polluted...

The sixth bullet landed on the burly man!

'This guy... should have the Primordial Substance of the Third Layer!'

The beast-like attacker's claws seemed to want to Rend Aaron, but they uselessly swiped through a mere Shadow.

"What a pity... If Clark were here, he would likely be so excited he'd almost faint... I cannot determine which period this architectural style belongs to..."

Aaron gazed at a relief carving, clicking his tongue in wonder, making an audible sound.

Intuition told him that a wave of danger was approaching.

The next moment, the phantom controlled by Aaron emerged from the darkness, holding a Zoulun pistol, and aimed at these people, firing in succession.

"Light!"

A thought stirred in Aaron's heart, and he rolled behind a pile of rubble, dodging the gunfire from the other few Extraordinaries.

Aaron stepped forward, casually checking the corpse of that unlucky fellow, and fished out a silver dagger, which was coated with an ointment capable of harming a Spirit Body.

He immediately activated a crimson Talisman on his body; it represented a type of blessing that could forcibly suppress all negative states, only for them to erupt all at once when the time limit ended!

And at this moment, Aaron had already fired the second shot!

That white man roared and charged toward the stone pile.

"The guards here are likely all sorts of vengeful spirits... So the perimeter of the tomb used a large amount of 'Yao' materials to turn this place into a cage for Spirit Bodies? At the same time, utilizing their long-lasting nature as tomb-guarding mechanisms to deal with grave robbers?"

The stone pile where he was hiding was focused by fire, struck with countless indentations, and lime splattered everywhere.

"Large-scale exploration at high noon? It seems it is just as I guessed..."

"Friendly fire!"

Bang! Bang!

These few Extraordinaries immediately made subconscious dodging movements.

On his body, an illusory Shadow wearing noble attire with multiple bloody gashes emerged and merged with him.

A man wearing laborer's clothes and carrying a Horse Lantern walked out from the darkness; upon seeing Aaron, his expression was visibly stunned.

"Save... me..."

Fear and pleading appeared in the big man's eyes; he grabbed his own neck with both hands and violently twisted it one hundred and eighty degrees, emitting a teeth-aching sound of bone cracking...

(End of this chapter)