Chapter 335: It

Outside the Gate.

The night wind carried a few withered yellow locust leaves, spiraling down to land at my feet.

Huh—

Su Ming exhaled a long breath of foul air, reached out and rubbed his slightly swollen brow.

Should I say it or not.

The information the three old men gave was overwhelming and heavy.

The arranged matter was absurdly huge!

A once‑in‑a‑millennium emperor?

Qin Emperor's Tomb?

Myth's first shot of the revival?

This job is more than just hot to handle.

It's practically chopping off one's hands.

But just as old man Chen Rang said.

This is a high‑stakes gamble.

If we win, Dragon Country's crumbling world can eke out a little more breathing room.

If we lose…

Then everyone can go underground and play Fight the Landlord with that First Emperor.

Since we're here, we make the best of it.

Since we took this job, we have to do it nicely.

It's good for everyone.

It's good for him, too.

After all…

He's really greedy for that emperor's burial goods.

"Consultant Su."

Beside him, Jinglei, who was guarding the Gate, stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.

Snap!

Stand at attention, perform the salute.

Behind him, several Dragon Cavalry Guards moved in unison, their aura imposing.

Earlier.

They revered Su Ming's combat power.

It was instinctive obedience to the strong.

And now.

They now revere Su Ming's sense of responsibility!

Consultant Su, received the order!

"Jinglei."

Su Ming, without any pretension, waved his hand.

"Before sending me back to Jin City, take a detour first."

Jinglei was startled.

"Bill?"

Who again, short‑sighted, has offended this emperor?

"That parcel shipped back from Sakura Country."

Su Ming's mouth twitched upward slightly.

"Now, it's time to unload!"

Unload?!

Jinglei's pupils narrowed, instantly catching on.

The one who tried to run at the last moment, only to be forcibly seized by Su Ming—

Sakuraki!

"Understood!"

Jinglei nodded.

"The person is now locked in Zero, sealed with a special device."

"Don't even think about escaping; she doesn't even have permission to commit suicide now."

Su Ming nodded with satisfaction.

No worries!

Professional!

If we let some half‑baked troupe to manage it.

They might stage another melodramatic scene of guard negligence or prisoner suicide.

"Let's go, lead the way!"

…

Underground Kyoto.

No sunlight, no signal.

This is the Zero Prison Area.

Those qualified to live here…

…are few enough to count on one's fingers!

Clack, clack, clack.

The crisp footfalls echo through the spacious metal corridor.

"Su, the consultant, just ahead."

Jinglei swipes the card, scans the iris, enters the password, moving smoothly like flowing clouds.

As the final heavy alloy Gate slowly slides open.

The full view of the interrogation room comes into sight.

The lighting is pallid, without any warmth.

Yinggui curls up in the corner of a custom reinforced glass cage, hair disheveled, expression gaunt.

Arrogant and untamable?

Not at all.

At this moment, she resembles a startled quail, trembling.

And in her arms…

She clutches tightly the ancient, solemn Dragon Head.

That is her final talisman.

It is also the Unique Chip she believes can be used to bargain with the Grim Reaper!

"Tsk."

Su Ming pulls out a chair and sits down with a swagger.

Yinggui jerks her head up, pupils contracting sharply.

That man!

He… is here!

"You… you!"

Her voice is hoarse, tinged with an unmistakable tremor.

"What? Are you scared of seeing me?"

Su Ming fishes a cigarette pack from his pocket.

He doesn't light it, just twirls it in his hand.

"Rest assured, that Dragon Head, you keep it yourself; I won't snatch it either!"

Hearing this, Yinggui forces down her fear, trying to regain a sliver of bargaining confidence.

"Let me go!"

She raises the Dragon Head in her hand.

"I'll leave the Dragon Head for you!"

"When the time comes, as long as I don't voluntarily renew, the contract will automatically dissolve!"

"Very reasonable, right?!"

"Ha!"

Su Ming can't hold back and laughs outright.

That look is as if he's staring at an idiot.

"I say, big sister."

"Have you been stuck in this underground for so long that your brain's lacking oxygen?"

"If you stay here until the time arrives, we can also lift the seal!"

Silence.

Yinggui is silent.

Indeed!

If it were before this chaotic era, these people wouldn't dare do this.

Whether it's public opinion or any side, there was only the option to let them go.

But now they…

"Enough, I'm in a hurry, no time to argue with you."

Su Ming moves his somewhat stiff neck.

"Hand over the item."

Item?

What item?!

Yinggui squints slightly.

What they're referring to certainly isn't the Dragon Head.

She now must speak and act cautiously!

Think more!

Find a way out for herself!

"I only have the Dragon Head on me, and I can't give it to you now!"

"Or that same line: as long as you are willing to release me now!"

"This item, just leave it here!"

"Stop!"

Su Ming shook his head and spoke up to interrupt.

"Looks like you really think I'm a fool to fool with."

His gaze suddenly sharpened, piercing the woman's eyes.

"That night's banquet… you can't have forgotten it, can you?!"

Banquet?!

Ying Gui felt a shiver in her heart.

How could she not understand?

The award ceremony back then was hung in the sky, and everyone could see the leaderboard!

Jing monopolized the top of the list with a fault‑like point surge.

And she, Ying Gui, was also among the top ten!

The rewards being distributed…

Were enough to drive anyone mad!

"Looks like you remembered."

Watching Ying Gui's ever‑changing expression, Su Ming smiled.

"Bring it out!"

Su Ming extended his hand, palm up.

"Quiet."

Ying Gui bit her lip, struggling in her eyes.

"Hand it over?!"

"Can't hand it over!"

"Leaving aside the value of that thing…"

"Now, it's her bargaining capital!"

"None!"

Ying Gui closed her eyes.

"Kill me or dismember me, whatever you wish."

"I exchanged my reward back then directly with Qian Dai Shen He!"

"Believe it or not!"

"Anyway, my life is right here now; if you're not afraid of damaging the Dragon Head, not afraid of taking the blame, then kill me!"

"Fearless!"

With that Dragon Head present, Su Ming dared not move her!

This move…

Is called "shooting the mouse while fearing the trap!"

Su Ming said nothing.

Anger?

Impatience?

None.

He knows very clearly whether that thing is on this person.

Because…

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

【Quality】: Quasi‑Myth

【Function One】: 【Insight Script】! Designate a target to peer into all of their life fragments! (Only once; after use the Life Script does not disappear!)

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

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

Right now this script, within his dimensional space, is terrifyingly restless.

It's on this woman!

………

"Heh."

Su Ming smiled.

His smile sent a chill!

Buzz—!

Su Ming flipped his palm in the air.

A cold, fishy‑sweet scent mixed with the smell of formaldehyde instantly filled the cramped interrogation room.

Even the high‑wattage incandescent lamp overhead seemed dimmed a few notches by the aura.

Ying Gui's whole body stiffened, pupils contracting sharply.

This is…

What are you doing?!

Su Ming's hand now held an extra black wooden box.

The box was old, its surface covered with dark red stains.

And on its surface was a faded yellow talisman paper.

Without wind it moves by itself, making a clattering sound.

"Pat."

Su Ming casually pried open the rusted latch and lifted the lid.

There was no dazzling golden light.

Nor any wailing of ghosts or gods.

Inside the case, a set lay quietly...

Tools?!

Surgical Knife?

No!

It is a set polished from some unknown bone, as thin as a cicada's wing.

Displaying a strange, semi‑transparent…

Deboning tools!

Large and small, twelve in total.

On each blade, fine, visible black lines meander.

They seem almost alive, greedily breathing the fear in the air.

"This... this..."

Sakuragi breathed rapidly.

Danger!

Extreme danger!

This is preparing to...

"This one?"

Su Ming leisurely plucked from the case a slender bone blade, as thin as a willow leaf.

He held it before his eyes to examine it, even leaning close to blow on it.

Buzz—!

The bone blade trembled lightly, emitting a low hum.

Like countless fierce ghosts shrieking!

This is one of the few little gadgets he was most satisfied with from the Golden House.

Only Epic grade!

But this effect...

It's practically tailor‑made for him!

Name: Forensic Hannibal's Tableware

Quality: Epic

Function 1: Soul dissection! Ignores the target's pain shield, inflicts only minimal physical damage yet pierces the soul!

Function 2: Extreme agony! The cut victim's sense of pain will be forcibly amplified tenfold!

Karma Overview: Even the most devout follower, before this tableware, will cry out and betray his deity. Remember, it does not kill; it only ensures… life is worse than death!

"Is the item not on you?"

"No problem, I'll perform a trick!"

"Wait a moment, it'll definitely appear soon!"