Chapter 348: He's a top-tier second-generation?!

Su Ming still didn't make a sound.

The words had already been sent out.

Whether Huochai Ge shows his hand depends entirely on their mood.

Thud—

Thud—

The heart on the altar beat a little slower, but the rhythm remained fast.

【Kid, you're trying to pump me for information.】

Huochai Ge's voice sounded faintly, and he again assumed his usual lazy pose.

But Su Ming's lips twitched up slightly upon hearing that.

This is totally an act.

It's like when he was in the Underworld Instance, with most of his bones broken, yet he could still hold a cigarette and flip off the Demon Emperor—

All propped up by a single breath, just acting.

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills!

"Look at how you're saying that."

Su Ming gave a light chuckle, leaned forward, propped his elbows on his knees, and stared fixedly at that heart.

"I'm just casually interviewing the big shot's opinion."

"Or rather, how well do you know the person who wrote that letter?!"

The heart's beating.

Not fast, not slow.

【Don't know him.】

Huochai Ge and his crew answered crisply, without a hint of hesitation.

"Alright, give me a moment to think it through."

Su Ming wasn't annoyed either.

The long night stretches ahead—we have all the time to figure things out slowly!

【Kid.】

Huochai Ge and his crew interrupted him.

It seemed he was getting tired of the questions, and the laziness in his voice vanished completely.

【I'll now tell you the real deal.】

【After hearing it, just keep it to yourself.】

【Don't remember it, don't mention it, don't go blabbing everywhere.】

【And that's it!】

Su Ming's motion paused, and he put away his joking thoughts.

"Speak."

【You know exactly how heaven-defying your eyes are.】

【But I can tell you clearly——】

【Your current progress on developing it is less than even one percent!】

?!

Su Ming's gaze turned sharp.

How much?! Less than even one percent?!

Hearing that, it sounds utterly fantastical!

He can now carve a bloody path through everything and reap huge profits.

It's inseparable from those eyes!

In other words.

Without those eyes, he wouldn't be who he is today!

【Don't think I'm exaggerating.】

Huochai Ge paused for several seconds, as if choosing his words, then spoke again.

【Have you ever considered that there's more to you than just those eyes?】

【Shh… hear me out.】

【Inside your body, there are still other remnants hidden.】

【Buried deep—so deep that even I usually only catch a faint whiff of its traces.】

【And those heaven-defying things……】

【They simply couldn't belong to humans!】

In the bedroom, the temperature seemed to drop instantly to freezing point.

Su Ming didn't respond.

But in his mind, a huge surge had already been stirred up.

Non-human remnants?!

What does that mean?

【Don't ask me what that is—asking won't help.】

【First, I really can't see through it.】

【Second, the rank of those things……】

【To be honest, with the current strength of this world, it's simply impossible to withstand it!】

【As for why it just happens to be planted on you…… you can savor it yourself slowly.】

Su Ming remained silent.

What level of existence are Huochai Ge and his gang?

At the very least, they are a Myth-level vampire progenitor!

Even He says he can't see through it, saying this world can't withstand it……

This further confirms one of his previous outrageous guesses——

The water of their old Su family is deep enough to drown even immortals!

He might actually be a top-tier second-generation scion, with a family background that reaches the heavens!

He's made something of himself!

"What's the deal with that letter again?"

Su Ming took the opportunity to change the subject, trying to gain some more useful information.

【The owner of the letter, I, the Speaker, truly don't know.】

Huochai Ge's tone was very serious.

【But there's one thing; the Speaker will make an exception and let you in on the secret.】

【When you slipped that bronze fragment into the warehouse back then, the Speaker brushed against it from a distance.】

【Yeah, just that light touch.】

He seemed to take a deep breath.

【On that broken bronze piece, a layer of extremely domineering karma has been smeared.】

【It's not the karma of whatever Great Qin in your Dragon Nation.】

【But rather, some incomprehensible existence forcibly severed a part of its own origin and smeared it on.】

【It was smeared on crudely, as if done in a rush.】

【But the concentration of that karma……】

The heart on the altar twitched violently.

It weighed more than double the normal weight.

【The moment the Speaker touched it, an instinct to avoid arose deep in the soul.】

Su Ming furrowed his brows.

"You mean…… the big shot who left the letter has strong methods, at least on par with you?"

【Not at least.】

【It's only higher, not lower.】

【You should know, our Blood Clan is innately arrogant……】

【But faced with that karma residue, the Speaker actually gave rise to the thought of avoidance……】

Huochai Ge and his gang didn't say anything further.

The air was deathly silent.

This letter……

Under the nose of the Official's covert sentry, it was as if entering an uninhabited realm.

It could precisely know the mission he had just taken from Jingcheng.

It could leave karma on a Qin dynasty fragment that would cause a ten‑thousand‑year great demon to develop an avoidance instinct.

The key is still Father's handwriting……

Either way, this is Father himself faking death and returning at max level.

Or, it's a perfect disguise worn by some heaven‑defying existence.

But regardless of which, it all indicates one thing.

The grand scheme unfolding around him has already gone beyond the limits!

Whoever gets dragged in will be smashed to pieces!

【So, what the Speaker truly wants to warn you about is——】

【Your current situation is ten thousand times more dangerous than you imagine!】

【Those eyes, those inhuman remnants, those aberrant things stitched into your body—all are damned time bombs that haven't gone off yet!】

【The reason it hasn't exploded yet is purely because the countdown hasn't ended.】

【But the stronger you become, the more you stand out, the faster the bomb's countdown runs.】

【When the day comes that its countdown reaches zero——】

【Whoever comes to invite you for tea definitely won't be trash like Shuten Douji.】

【Nor will it be a brat like Da Tian Gou or Yu Zao Qian, who've just been weaned.】

【It will be those……】

The heart stopped dead for a full three seconds.

Only then did it resume beating.

【A terrifying taboo that even the Speaker dares not speak its name outright!】

Su Ming's Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Are you afraid?

Maybe not.

This is purely the muscular tension that a living creature's body instinctively produces when facing a dimensional reduction strike beyond cognitive dimensions.

It's a stress reaction!

"Fine, listen to you."

Su Ming's tone remained as steady as Lao Gou, but his attitude became extremely serious.

"So, big shot, what's your survival guide?"

Huochai Ge could survive through countless ages, shrinking into this old-six form on the altar.

That's definitely the ancestor of the survival track!

Heed advice, eat your fill.

【One word.】

The heartbeat returned to steady.

【Hide!】

Su Ming didn't move, just slowly nodded.

Understood.

If you can't beat them, join them—this teaches him to fully embody the old-six spirit.

【Your eyes—when you can survive, just survive a bit.】

【Those remnants inside your body, don't rashly sense them, don't frantically test them, and definitely don't court death by trying to awaken them early.】

【Your origins, don't dig into them.】

【The person on that letter, don't go look for them.】

【Let things take their natural course—eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink!】

【It's not that I, the Speaker, am blocking your path.】

【But rather, you as you are now simply lack the qualification to overturn the table!】

【Once you forcibly lift that lid, you will die.】

【A death so complete not even scraps remain—something even I, the Speaker, couldn't retrieve if I tried.】

"Ah..."

Su Ming raised his head and slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

He didn't argue back.

The gravity in Huochai Ge's words was about to spill over.

Arguing now would be meaningless.

"Since I can't do this, and I can't do that either, what can I still do right now?"

【Don't you already know this in your heart?】

【Get stronger!】

【By any means, become stronger to the point of death!】

【Become strong enough that even if the countdown hits zero early, you still have the confidence to last a few more seconds in their hands.】

【Don't underestimate these few seconds…】

【In a life-or-death situation, a few seconds are enough for you to figure out which direction to run.】

The heartbeat had completely returned to its normal rhythm.

【Alright, that's enough.】

【These words, rotten in the guts.】

【The Speaker hasn't said a single word tonight; it's all just your auditory hallucination.】

【Go to sleep; tomorrow you still have to dig up that old emperor's ancestral tomb, right?】

Inside the bedroom, silence fell once more.

Su Ming sat still in place for a minute, his gaze gradually turning icy.

Then he stood up.

【Crimson Throne】 was stowed back into the 【Dimensional Depot】.

He walked to the window and pulled open a narrow slit in the curtain.

Downstairs, the official's arranged dark sentry remained faithfully lurking in the shadows.

Under the dim streetlamp, the night wind blew away a few withered leaves.

On the distant road, occasional night-returning vehicles sped by with their high beams on.

The world continued as usual.

It seemed as if nothing had happened.

It was just like the conversation earlier that could have overturned one's worldview—really just a hallucination.

Su Ming released his hand, the curtain closed, completely blocking outside light.

"Hide...?"

He rolled the word over in his mouth repeatedly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

He lay back on the long-unused bed.

Before closing his eyes, the final image that flashed in his mind.

Not those high-dimensional gods whose names cannot be spoken.

Nor the First Emperor's Tomb of Lei that we have to visit tomorrow.

But rather the last line on that mysterious letter.

【Don't trust those with long scales!】

……