Chapter 242: These people really have not a shred of guilt!

"Ugh—!!!"

Inside the cabin, Wang Dongfeng's stomach churned like a raging torrent, and he couldn't stop dry heaving.

This really isn't motion sickness, nor is his body weak.

It's a physiological repulsion and nausea etched into his genes!

He is a warrior.

He is an Ace Card pilot who crawled out of a pile of corpses.

He is a Dragon Rider Guard with his head tucked into his belt, possessing extremely strong combat qualities.

He has seen many scenes of severed limbs and rivers of blood.

But that doesn't mean…

He can accept that thing down there!

"Su… Mr. Su! Just yesterday! Yesterday!"

Wang Dongfeng, while dry heaving, pointed outside the window, his eyes bloodshot.

"When I flew this route, the sea was still blue!"

"It's only been a dozen hours…"

"How did it turn into this ghastly state?!"

"This damn… could it be that those bastards' nuclear waste turned into a spirit?! Is Godzilla about to come ashore?!"

He looked down through the porthole.

The once deep blue, vast, magnificent sea now looks as if someone detonated an entire sewer.

Yellowish‑brown, viscous, dead silent.

This is no sea; it's clearly the world's largest cesspool!

"Enough."

"Your mental fortitude still needs training… this is where you are now."

Su Ming finished in one sentence, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Buzz—

Deep within his pupils, that brilliant golden light ignited instantly.

"Eye of Truth, activate!"

His gaze pierced the gray miasma hovering over the sea surface, trying to see directly the essence beneath this dead sea.

He wanted to see what could, in a single night, corrupt a ten‑thousand‑mile sea into this state.

Sizzle—

However, as soon as his sight touched the sea surface.

Su Ming's mind was like an old TV with lost signal, blaring with harsh static!

His field of view filled with distorted snowflake specks and huge blocks of blurry mosaic.

"Tsk, it's like encountering a bug?!"

Su Ming's eyebrows lifted slightly, the golden light in his eyes gradually receded.

He wasn't particularly disappointed, nor was he worried.

"If you can't see clearly, then you can't see clearly."

"Anyway, the rotten area belongs to Xiao Yinghua's territory, none of my business?"

Can't see through?

Doesn't affect his ability to cut through, does it?!

…

Rumble—!

With the massive engine roaring, the plane pierced the final layer of foul‑smelling mist.

The landing gear lowered, tires skidding, and the plane steadied at the end of the runway.

The cabin door opened.

No ground crew, no tower instructions, not even a single bird.

The entire airport was dead silent, like a massive tomb.

"Mr. Su, we've arrived."

Wang Dongfeng took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort inside.

He deftly rummaged a black metal box from the toolbox and handed it to Su Ming.

"This is the bureau's custom Tactical Bone Conduction Translator, real‑time, no delay, it can understand the bird language here."

Then, he scanned the surroundings, his expression solemn.

As an old pilot, he was not unfamiliar with this place.

Usually it's desolate, but not to the extent it is now…

The gloom was dense.

It was practically like…

Directly landing in the underworld.

I don't know if it's the shadow left just now!

"Mr. Su, you go attend to yours!"

Wang Dongfeng patted the custom pistol at his waist, his gaze firm.

"I need to stay to service the plane, ensuring our retreat remains clear at all times."

"Besides, I need to send the Dead Sea phenomenon we just saw back home immediately!"

"If this thing drifts along the ocean currents… the coastal provinces will probably face a great disaster!"

"Hmm."

Su Ming took the headset, put it on, and patted Wang Dongfeng's shoulder.

"Be clever yourself and watch out for safety."

"If there's any problem, contact me immediately!"

This place, after all, isn't peaceful.

But there's nothing we can do.

What needs to be done next, it's not convenient for him to bring this person along.

After giving the instructions, Su Ming stopped the idle talk.

He waved at Magu, who had been unable to hold back behind him.

"Let's go, get to work!"

…

The two of them left.

Magu, wearing high heels, followed beside Su Ming.

"Wang… those things floating in the sea just now…"

"Were they human faces?"

Su Ming slipped his hands into his pockets and walked at a leisurely pace.

"You ask me? I didn't go down to swim."

"But look at how dense they are…"

"Whether they're people or ghosts, the number is enough to make up several hundred divisions."

Silence.

The two continued forward.

Suddenly, Magu inhaled deeply, her nostrils fluttering.

On that seductive face, a sickly flush unexpectedly appeared.

"Wang, the smell here… is so chaotic."

"Fear, despair, greed…"

"It's almost like…"

She licked her scarlet lips, her voice trembling.

"A huge, open‑air self‑service Slaughterhouse!"

She is an expert at toying with desire and souls.

The air here, to her, is like poppy laced with double the hallucinogen, on top!

"Hold back the taste, don't rush to eat."

Su Ming halted his steps, standing amid waist‑deep wild grass.

"The main target hasn't been found yet."

He reached back and clawed at the void.

Buzz—!

A flash of light streaked by.

A script emitting a faint glow, its cover ancient and tattered, materialized in his hand.

【Name】: Life Script (one of the Twelve Heavenly Kings Artifacts)

【Quality】: Quasi‑Myth

【Function 1】: 【Insight Script】! Designate a target to glimpse all of its life segments! (Only once; after use the Life Script does not disappear!)

【Function 2】: 【Resonance Trace】! While holding this script, it resonates with the other Twelve Heavenly Kings Artifacts, sensing their general direction!

【Function 3】: 【Tragedy‑Comedy Play】! Collect all Twelve Heavenly Kings Artifacts to fuse into a Tragedy‑Comedy Play, gaining absolute control over the Theatre of Sorrow!

…

"Come, point the way for me."

Su Ming's mind shifted, and massive spiritual power instantly poured into the script.

Buzz—!

The script's pages rustled loudly, shaking violently.

Then, an intense ethereal light shot out from the pages, pointing straight toward the southeast!

"Yo ho!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Su Ming's eyes.

"Goodness, so bright? That's a huge light bulb!"

"Looks like that Sakuragi isn't far!"

"But still…"

Su Ming smiled, his gaze playful.

"This tiny broken island is only that big; isn't it just a love‑at‑first‑sight corner?"

"Wang, shall we go now?"

Magu followed the light with her gaze, murderous intent and greed nearly spilling from her eyes.

She could feel that the place the light points to…

It will be delicious!

"Of course."

Su Ming put away the still‑trembling script and, at a leisurely pace, smoothed his collar that the sea wind had messed up.

This is his usual elegance.

He wouldn't admit that he was influenced by Shen Qing.

"After all, we're guests."

"When guests arrive, how could we keep the host waiting long?"

He turned his head and cast one last glance at the lifeless, stagnant land.

"Besides,"

"The whole murder‑and‑theft thing, though it sounds uncivilized…"

"But if it's against those scum of Sakura Country…"

Su Ming twisted his neck.

"I really have no sense of guilt at all."

"Heh heh heh…"

Magu covered her mouth and giggled.

"Wang is right."

"The buffet here really doesn't require any table etiquette."

"As long as we're full, that's enough, right?"

"Smart."

Su Ming snapped his fingers and kept moving forward.

…

No one knows.

Just a few minutes after the two left.

By the sea.

The yellow‑brown, corpse‑like sea surface suddenly roiled violently.

Splash…

A sticky water sound.

Pale, swollen, wholly sea‑water‑made monstrous hands slowly clambered onto the black reef, covered in moss, at the edge.

Immediately after.

The second, the third…

Countless wet, swollen heads emerged from the murky sea.

Hundreds to thousands of hollow eyes stared fixedly toward Su Ming and his companion.

"Heh..."

"Hehe..."

A strange laugh quietly rang through the sea breeze.

Hair‑raising!

…