Chapter 55: Even Could Be Said, It's Sending You to Hell!

On the other side.

Midnight.

Gray Rain arrived on schedule, washing away the day's traces.

Not long ago, Su Ming returned to the Slaughterhouse and transmuted a pile of items into Source Blood.

Now, he stands under the eaves, filling Gray Rain into the Cup of Tranquility.

"Can it be retrieved?"

Su Ming takes the cup back, then his mind shifts.

The cup vanishes.

"Can!"

Practice yields true knowledge.

I heard you're strong?

"Serve Gray Rain directly!"

"No wonder so many people like using the cup…"

"Indeed makes one feel body and mind delighted…"

He now finally understands!

Su Ming returned to the bedroom.

He lightly taps the desk and begins to think.

"How strong am I really now?"

There are no concrete power numbers; that's the new era's final dignity for the weak.

"Let me have a look!"

Mythic-grade items: Abyssal Demon Dragon Egg, Soul Dagger (Initial), Heart of Gu Nest!

Legendary-grade items: Dimensional Reduction Warehouse, Fate Pocket Watch, Star of Hope, Bloodline Unity Gu!

Epic-grade items: Hope's Matchbox, three Fourth Act Admission Tickets!

Excellent-grade item: Cup of Tranquility!

Besides these, there are also several bottles of Source Blood prepared for healing!

"These remaining items are all extremely useful…"

"No matter which one you take out, it's something people would fight over!"

After inspecting the items, Su Ming closed his eyes.

He truly doesn't intend to show off.

But rather…

Circumstances force him!

The Official has most likely already discovered him; their attitude is unknown.

His conflict with the Black Shadow organization is unavoidable.

On the eve of the great battle, he must have the clearest self‑awareness.

Know yourself and know the enemy; a hundred battles without peril.

"It's past midnight now, counting as the sixth day of the Altar Era!"

Su Ming squints slightly.

"The games I play all have a seven‑day newbie protection period…"

"After the protection period, the difficulty multiplies exponentially!"

"If we treat this mutation as a game with certain rules…"

"Then we wait for today and tomorrow to pass…"

Tsk!

Time's running out!

Buzz—!

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

Zhao Gang sent a message—

【Mr. Su, are you available to chat?】

Su Ming was startled and dialed the number directly.

"Su... Boss Su! It's me, Zhao Gang!"

The voice on the other end was low, yet couldn't hide a trace of excitement.

Su Ming said nothing, listening quietly.

"The Altar Fragment you gave me, I…"

"Twenty‑six thousand! That's thirty percent above the Official price!"

Twenty‑six thousand?

Su Ming tapped his fingertips on the desk, unperturbed.

In this turbulent era, not being devoured by the Black counts as a bit of skill.

"I didn't pick the highest bidders on the forum!"

Zhao Gang's voice showed a hint of the shrewdness unique to a financial analyst.

"Those people are too fake; they're either scammers or robbers."

"In the end I chose a buyer with the cleanest transaction record and a style that resembled a genuine organization."

He paused, seeming a bit nervous.

"They… claim to be members of the Black Shadow organization."

Black Shadow?

In an instant, Su Ming's fingers striking the table abruptly stopped.

The casual glint in his eyes faded away.

This really is…

The lingering souls won't disperse!

"They're very straightforward: inspection and payment done face‑to‑face."

"And… they even gave me an invitation!"

"They said Black Shadow has great influence in Jiangzhou and is recruiting promising sacrificers."

"If I'm willing to join, I can not only enjoy internal prices but also receive the organization's protection…"

"They call it a win‑win!"

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Gang shook his head.

Though he is down and out.

His insight remains.

Being able to sniff out this so‑called Black Shadow organization is certainly not a good sign.

For him, that's a lamb walking into a tiger's mouth!

"Hehe…"

From the handset, a faint laugh suddenly came.

The laugh was cold, like ice shards in a mid‑winter night.

Across, Zhao Gang's heart sank sharply.

He heard in Su's tone…

Disdain!

and…

a vague malice!

What's going on?!

On the other side, Su Ming said no more, his gaze flickering.

All clues point to the organization being like a rapidly rolling snowball, continuously growing!

"If I want fewer troubles in the future…"

"Then it must be dealt with before it becomes an immovable behemoth…"

"Uproot it completely and grind it to dust!"

It's not just as simple as dismantling that outpost!

Thinking that, Su Ming made a decision and spoke again.

"Zhao Shu."

"Accept their invitation."

Ah?!

"Add… join them?!"

Zhao Gang was completely stunned.

What does the boss mean?

"Yes, join them."

"I want you to become one of them."

Zhao Gang trembled all over, instantly catching on.

This is not a negotiation at all!

It's not a windfall of riches!

It's to make him… go undercover!

"Glug…"

Zhao Gang swallowed hard, his Adam's apple rattling violently.

Fear spread.

What kind of joke is this?!

That's Black Shadow!

An underground organization that sounds chilling to the bone!

A down‑and‑out middle‑aged man going to be an undercover for such an organization?

If exposed, the outcome would be worse than death!

But…

Refuse?

Can he refuse?

In front of him, his daughter's pale, frail, yet still innocent smiling face flashed instantly.

For her, he has already lost everything.

This opportunity is like a cup of poison handed to his lips!

Drink it, and it's a nine‑to‑one chance of survival.

If you don't drink… my daughter will die right now!

Su Ming listened to the heavy panting on the phone and did not urge.

He was waiting for an answer.

For a long while.

He spoke again, and his voice carried a few more notes of frankness.

"Zhao Shu, I won't hide anything from you."

"I have a grudge with Black Shadow."

"The kind that won't rest until death."

"So, sending you to do this isn't offering you some chance at soaring success…"

Su Ming's tone suddenly turned ominous!

"This matter is very dangerous, a nine‑to‑one chance of death."

"One could even say it's sending you straight to hell!"

Boom!

Zhao Gang's body jolted sharply!

He had imagined Su Ming would coerce and tempt, painting a grand promise.

But he hadn't expected… the other side to be so frank.

He laid all the danger and cruelty, bloodily, right before him!

This…

Instead, it made his heart, seized by despair and fear, surge with resolve!

Since he's already boarded this ship, there's no reason to get off!

"Boss Su…"

Zhao Gang's voice was hoarse.

"If you can save my daughter, don't say it's merely a descent into hell!"

"Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, I'll still brave it for you!"

Across, Su Ming smiled.

He didn't say any more.

He shifted his tone and asked softly.

"Zhao Shu, your daughter's illness…"

Mentioning his daughter, Zhao Gang's voice instantly filled with pain.

"High‑risk… acute lymphoblastic leukemia."

"The hospital has been keeping her alive with the best experimental drugs, but… the effect keeps worsening…"

"Her body… is like a candle flickering in the wind…"

Leukemia…

Su Ming's heart sank as well.

But the next second, he was completely stunned.

A crazy thought surged up uncontrollably.

"Zhao Shu, tomorrow afternoon I'll come to you for the first batch of props!"

"Then, I'll give you another Altar Fragment; you can take it to Black Shadow for a trade, and also accept the invitation!"

"Besides…"

Su Ming paused.

"Before going to your house, I'd like to first visit the hospital to see your daughter."

Visit?

Zhao Gang was startled and instinctively wanted to refuse.

He didn't want anyone to see his daughter, tormented by illness into an unrecognizable shape.

That was the deepest pain in his heart.

But on second thought…

"Mr. Su, you're already the family's only hope."

"Alright… okay, Boss Su."

"I'll wait for you tomorrow."

The call ended.

Su Ming sat in the bedroom, motionless for a long while.

For a long time.

He spread his palm.

At a thought, a bottle of deep crimson liquid silently materialized.

It was Source Blood!

"Leukemia…"

"Its essence is the malignant proliferation of hematopoietic stem cells…"

In Su Ming's pitch‑black pupils reflected the faint glow of Source Blood.

"And my Source Blood, capable of reshaping muscles and bones, cutting hair and washing marrow…"

Can we completely cleanse those diseased, malignant cells from her body?

Let her... be reborn in nirvana?!