Chapter 17: A Hundred-Million Recovery!

Not bad, you didn't disappoint me.

Tang Luo looked at Jack, gave a slight nod, and said.

"Not bad, disappointed?" Jack froze for a moment, then gave a feral grin again, "Is that your last words?"

He didn't know.

Tang Luo's words were truly sincere.

The Reviver before him was purely evil to the extreme.

Such a purely evil-degenerate entity, upon destruction, would surely yield considerable merit.

Whether it's a vengeful ghost soaring with resentment or a mad demon beast, it's the same as the Reviver before him.

It belongs to the purely evil-degenerate kind.

Even an utterly wicked "person," like Jack beside him, has a certain chance to "lay down the butcher's knife."

One can choose to truly ferry him over to gain merit.

Of course, this option basically doesn't exist for Tang Luo.

He only does physical ferrying; even mental ferrying is just physical ferrying for him.

And such a purely evil-degenerate entity before him is truly despised by heaven and earth and all things.

Not even the qualification to exist, nor any room to maneuver.

Let alone Tang Luo.

Even the Tathagata wouldn't let the other side lay down the butcher's knife.

Under comparable circumstances, destroying such a thing yields more merit than ordinary punishment of evil.

While speaking.

The Reviver, at an exaggerated speed, "took care of" Scott.

Casually picking up a corpse nearby, it began to eat again.

But this time, after tearing at it twice, it stopped moving.

Because Tang Luo had truly looked at it, fixing his gaze on it.

The Reviver dropped the corpse from its hand, looked at Tang Luo, and in its chaotic, frenzied mind, a certain unfamiliar emotion gradually arose.

A feeling that had never appeared before.

This emotion was primitive, ancient.

Named "fear"!

Of course, terror doesn't mean the Reviver will flee.

On the contrary, this unprecedented emotional sensation made it become violent.

Instinct urged the Reviver to drop the food in its hand and grab the nearby electric chair.

Firmly fixed to the ground, an extremely heavy chair.

In the Reviver's hand it was like a small stone, easily grasped.

Such terrifying power, if not for massive doses of anesthetic or even lethal drugs, this cell could not possibly contain it.

"Whoosh—"

Accompanied by a deep, muffled howl, the electric chair was hurled toward Tang Luo.

In midair, various parts flew about.

They clattered to the ground, plus a sound of metal striking the floor.

The chair's fragments shattered and sprayed.

Jack screamed in agony, unfortunately struck in the arm by a fragment, adding another gruesome wound.

As for Tang Luo, he stood beside the electric chair.

As if he had never moved.

It looked as if the Reviver had thrown the chair awry, and those fragments just happened to fly past his side.

Luckiness reached its extreme.

"Ha, ha."

After his scream, Jack began to laugh.

He was very pleased with the detective being scared into immobility.

Jack had said Tang Luo destroyed everything he had.

Because even if the Reviver would, following instinct, tear Tang Luo apart, what then?

The Reviver would leave here, and Jack and his organization could never capture such a monster.

Even destroying it would be difficult.

Let alone regaining this one-of-a-kind material and continuing forward on the path to the gate of immortality.

Moreover, his two companions have already left.

Everything of the organization will be exposed.

Even if those well-connected big shots could clear their names, Jack White is already ruined.

Jack hopes Tang Luo feels boundless fear before death.

His despair, his fury, must be repaid a thousandfold!

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Ignoring his wounds, Jack roared loudly.

He certainly cannot command the Reviver.

But the "loud roar of a bear child" will undoubtedly anger a monster like the Resurrector.

Jack carries a smell that the Resurrector dislikes.

With Tang Luo, a living person, still present, the Resurrector will not target him first.

Of course, it's also possible he could be killed by being struck with something thrown by the Resurrector.

Therefore, Jack's position is also very shrewd.

He simply leans against the stone platform, shrinks himself, exposing only his head to watch.

Like an infant's mournful cry, the sound erupts from the Resurrector's mouth, also somewhat like a cat's meow.

This is its voice.

Tang Luo bends down and picks up something from the "electric chair wreckage" beside his feet.

He tosses it up and down, gauging its weight.

It is a helmet used to fix the head and administer electric therapy.

Professor Yang's style.

He doesn't even extend his arm; just a flick of the wrist!

The Resurrector's shout ceases, and the sound of stones breaking and falling to the ground sounds at the same time.

The helmet that was in Tang Luo's hand a second ago is now embedded in the wall.

The Resurrector's head turns into a mass of blood foam.

The blood foam even splatters onto the ceiling above.

Jack's roar cuts off abruptly.

"Vitality" is really tenacious!

Tang Luo looks at the Resurrector.

The headless monster does not fall; it remains standing in place.

On its neck, flesh buds sprout, writhing and tangling like poisonous snakes.

After a moment, it actually regrows a head.

The only difference from before is that the few strands of hair have completely fallen out!

How awful!

"Roar!"

The Resurrector lets out a long, skyward howl, and even a faint ripple can be seen flashing at the top of its head.

The room fills with its roar, forming layer upon layer of echoes that jolt Jack's ears with sharp pain.

The roar has not yet completely ceased.

The Resurrector then strides forward on its thick legs, running toward Tang Luo.

Its stride isn't particularly swift, but its tall build grants it a respectable speed.

Three steps bring it to Tang Luo's presence, looming above.

Its right hand lifts, fingers spread, then curls!

Like five black scimitars, it fiercely grabs at Tang Luo!

The burst of speed makes the Resurrector's palm become a blur.

Unlike the deafening roar.

The swiftly moving palm, with its sharp fingertips, scrapes the air, emitting a piercing, sharp whistle.

It's like a needle desperately drilling into the ear.

Jack agonizingly claps his hands over his ears; his palms already feel the wet fresh blood.

But he still keeps his eyes wide open, watching Tang Luo.

He wants to see this person die with his own eyes!

Tang Luo grips his right fist, pulls it slightly in at his waist, then throws it out.

The air is forcibly pushed aside by immense force.

It creates an air blast, a fierce wind sweeping through the basement.

Jack's widened eyes reflexively shut upon hearing something go "pat" as it falls.

He opens his eyes.

He sees an exaggeratedly slender, gray-white arm drop in front of him.

Its five fingers still hold the pose of a scimitar.

Like an aged machine running, Jack struggles to raise his chin and turn his head.

He sees the Resurrector, reduced to one-third of its body and two legs, slowly collapsing.

The rest has turned into sky‑filling minced flesh and blood, spreading out in a fan shape.

It fills the space behind the Resurrector.

Tang Luo glances at the Resurrector's corpse, withdraws his gaze, and walks toward Jack.

Jack frantically pushes with his legs.

He bangs his head against the protruding edge of the stone platform, then sits down again on the ground.

"Don't come over..."

Jack's back is pressed tightly against the stone platform, with nowhere to retreat.

Put another way, he no longer has the courage to flee to either side.

The person before him has, in Jack's mind, become a monster even more terrifying than the Resurrector.

It's merely wearing a layer of human skin.

Jack finally understood what was going on with the heavy table set into the wall.

Tang Luo squatted down and then wiped the relatively clean part of Jack's clothing.

He wiped away the non‑coagulated blood trace and oil smudge on his finger.

Standing up again, Tang Luo said to Jack, "Good and evil have their reckoning, benefactor; this poor monk will now send you to the West."

"What—"

Jack's voice cut off abruptly, and his eyes quickly dimmed.

————

Outside the psychiatric hospital.

Zhou Zhen'guo produced a cigarette he'd somehow obtained and was puffing away.

"Xiao Chu, don't go; walking makes me dizzy."

Before him, Xiao Chu kept pacing back and forth.

"Uncle Zhou, I'm wondering if we missed something," Xiao Chu said.

"What did we miss?" Zhou Zhen'guo countered.

"Rewards! Besides the direct reward for completing the mission, there are benefits to be had during the process!"

Xiao Chu said, "Do you think this organization might have something good for us to take?"

"Maybe."

Zhou Zhen'guo neither confirmed nor denied.

"They pursue immortality, conduct human experiments; they might have already succeeded. Things like body‑strengthening potions, mutation tech, and so on." Xiao Chu lamented bitterly, as if he had lost a hundred million.

He only thought of this after coming out.

"Maybe there really is." Zhou Zhen'guo said, "Look at those big guys—each built like a bodybuilder, isn't that normal?"

"..." Xiao Chu felt very sorrowful.

There had once been a lucrative opportunity right before his eyes.

He didn't cherish it, and only regretted it deeply after losing it.

"What? Why did I lose it?"

Nonsense, Master Xuanzang is still in there.

Any benefits must have been taken by Master Xuanzang.

Xiao Chu didn't have the cheek or the strength to wait for Tang Luo to come out and share the spoils.

After a moment, the small iron door pushed open and Tang Luo walked out.

It was no different from when he had entered.

"Master, are there any ambushes inside? Is it dangerous?" Xiao Chu asked.

"No, it's not dangerous." Tang Luo spoke frankly.

A one‑punch‑killable reviver, a self‑important merit‑providing device.

Dangerous?

It doesn't exist.

Not only is it not dangerous, but also because of its grave misdeeds,

It provided Tang Luo with the greatest amount of merit power for entering the mission world.

By convention, a portion was set aside as reserve, and the rest was wholly used to treat injuries.

The effect was not bad.

Originally, to avoid affecting his injury, Tang Luo could only exert about five percent of his strength.

Going higher, it's not that he can't fight.

But it would worsen his injury.

After this treatment with merit power, Tang Luo's "Uninjured Limit" successfully rose to 6%, which is gratifying.

This can also be regarded as having recovered 6% of his injuries.

Rounded off, that's a hundred‑million‑point recovery!

For this, Tang Luo wore a gentle smile.

Seeing this, Xiao Chu beat his chest and stamped his feet, wishing he could go back a dozen minutes and give his former self a thrashing for choosing to leave.