Chapter 408: Living Soul Iron

At the third watch of the night.

The slaughterhouse's main gate was long since closed, and the workers had long since gone home. Only an elderly hired night watchman remained, keeping guard in a small room behind the gate.

But at this moment, overcome by sleepiness, the old man was already snoring loudly on an armchair in the room.

On the tall wall to one side of the slaughterhouse, a human figure swept past like a ghost, landing lightly on the ground inside the wall, then strode toward the factory building where the assembly line was located.

Being able to open a factory in the suburbs of Peng Jie City, that "Mailun" had naturally long since established good relations with the nearby gangs and was not at all afraid of anyone coming to steal. Therefore, apart from two surveillance cameras installed at the main gate and the warehouse, there was no monitoring equipment anywhere else.

The figure arrived very familiarly at the wide-open window of the factory building, jumped inside in a flash, and after a pale yellow spirit-pattern pattern flashed in their eyes, walked toward the assembly line passage.

This figure was expressionless, their face covered in tattoos, their hair a mix of red and yellow; it was Wang Yu in the guise of Dai Sen.

Although this body of his was a mortal shell, under the blessing of a "Lightness Art" spell, sneaking in here was still an easy matter.

At this moment, he used the Qi-Observing Art to size up the two pale silver stun guns at the passage entrance.

These two stun guns were as thick as an arm, with oval-shaped front ends, resembling two thick metal rods.

But in Wang Yu's eyes, all things radiated a pale yellow halo; only the front ends of these two rod-like stun guns were pitch-black, wreathed in mist, and even had wisps of cold air swirling around them.

The yellow spirit-pattern pattern in Wang Yu's eyes spun around, and the pitch-black stun guns immediately became blurred. At the same time, dense black spirit-pattern phantoms appeared on their surfaces, layer upon layer, as if countless layers had been superimposed.

Seeing this, he suddenly took a deep breath and stopped suppressing the silver talisman in his sea of consciousness that had long been eager to act.

The next moment, with a "poof" sound, the talisman sprayed out a sheet of silver light from within.

Wang Yu swept up the silver light in his hand, and a bone banner, white as bone, appeared in his grasp.

The moment this bone banner took shape, it let out a strange wailing sound as if it had come alive. At the same time, the pitch-black, oily-bright banner surface unfurled in the wind, spraying out dense black threads that instantly wrapped the front ends of the two stun guns tightly, then pulled hard.

With two "crack" sounds, the front ends of the two foot-long stun guns snapped off entirely and were forcibly dragged into the banner surface by the black threads, disappearing without a trace.

Just at this moment, a piercing alarm sounded from a corner of the factory!

And where the stun guns had been snapped off, dense, thick wires were exposed, sparking with "zizzing" electric light.

Wang Yu shook the bone banner in his hand, and his figure flickered, directly diving into the ground.

A short while later.

The factory's electric lights suddenly blazed bright, and the old man responsible for guarding outside hurriedly opened the factory gate. After seeing the scene at the assembly line passage, he was shocked and hurriedly made several phone calls.

Not long after, the long wailing of police cars came from nearby.

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"Okay, I understand. Since the factory has spare parts, find someone to repair it immediately; the assembly line must not stop working. Also, besides the night watchman, hire two more temporary workers for the night, and find someone to buy a few more wolfhounds." After finishing the call with Aili on the second floor of his home, Wang Yu casually stuffed his phone into his bosom and fixed his gaze on the bone banner floating straight in the void before him.

At this moment, dense black threads had appeared on the long bone pole of this Yin Soul Banner at some unknown time, constantly wriggling and twisting on the surface of the bone pole, as if they were all living things.

The black banner surface was wreathed in mist, black Qi permeating it. One moment, hideous ghost faces would emerge, and the next, black ghost hands would condense. At the same time, the sound of ghosts wailing and wolves howling could be vaguely heard from within, as if some astonishing change were taking place inside.

Wang Yu stared at the banner, his face expressionless, the yellow spirit-pattern pattern in his eyes spinning constantly, seemingly inspecting the scene inside the banner surface.

Suddenly, his arm moved, and a palm inserted into the banner mist like lightning. After retracting it just as quickly, there was a foot-long rod-like object in his hand.

It was exactly one of the front ends of the two stun guns.

Almost at the same time, the bone banner trembled, and the wailing sound from the banner surface suddenly grew louder. Following this, a "shh-shh" sound of breaking air came, and countless oily-bright black threads like hair sprayed out from within, heading straight to wrap around the object in Wang Yu's hand.

"Mere Yin spirits, wanting to make trouble."

Seeing this, Wang Yu gave a low shout. His other hand formed a seal, and the internal magic power converted from Yin Qi earlier moved. Immediately, a crimson light shield enveloped his entire body, with some crimson spirit patterns faintly visible on its surface.

"Zizz—"

These black threads shot onto the red light shield and, as if they had encountered a red-hot soldering iron, burst apart one after another, turning into strands of black Qi that recoiled. The bone banner, which had been trembling somewhat, immediately returned to calm.

Wang Yu gave a cold snort, ignored the Yin spirits in the bone banner, and carefully sized up the object in his hand.

He saw that this section of black rod in his hand was ice-cold and bone-chilling. The surface, which should have been smooth, felt strangely rough to the touch, as if there were countless invisible raised small particles on it, giving one an exceptionally eerie feeling.

Only after the yellow spirit-pattern pattern in Wang Yu's eyes appeared again could he clearly see that the surface of the rod was vaguely covered with layers of black markings, overlapping, as if countless silk webs were attached to the surface of the rod.

He turned his thoughts a few times and carefully injected a wisp of magic power into it.

"Poof."

The originally calm black rod suddenly shook, spraying out thick, ink-like black mist from within, which spread rapidly, instantly enveloping the banner and Wang Yu himself, even filling the entire room.

Following this, countless sounds of live pigs grunting came from the room, and blood-colored phantoms of varying sizes appeared in the mist, all in the shape of live pigs. The large ones were as huge as adults, while the small ones were only the size of a fist.

And the moment these blood-shadow pigs appeared in the mist, they began to devour each other crazily. The larger blood shadows could swallow a small pig phantom in one bite, and their volume would immediately grow a bit larger.

The smaller pig blood shadows, as long as they bit the larger blood shadows a few times, would also grow in size by a few fractions.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the blood shadows that appeared in the Qi had been devoured, but even more pig blood shadows surged out from the black rod.

There was no panic on Wang Yu's face; instead, there was a faint trace of pleasant surprise.

His nose moved slightly, and he smelled a faint bloody scent from these blood shadows.

"Living Soul Iron, and at the ten-thousand-soul level or above at that."

He muttered to himself, his eyes vaguely brightening.

Just at this moment, the bone banner, which had already become somewhat quiet, trembled again and actually sprayed out dense black threads, directly piercing those few largest pig blood shadows and dragging them all into the banner surface in a blur.

Intense wailing sounds came from the pitch-black banner surface.

"Hmph, there is already one piece inside for you to devour; leave this piece for me."

Wang Yu gave a cold snort. While grabbing at the void toward the bone banner with one hand, he abruptly stopped the magic power being injected into the black rod.

The bone banner trembled and was taken into his hand. With just a slight activation of magic power, the black threads that had been spraying in all directions retreated back into the banner surface.

The black mist permeating the surroundings rolled and curled, and together with the pig blood shadows of various sizes inside, as if having lost some kind of support, they swarmed back into the black rod.

The entire room returned to its original clarity.

Wang Yu stuck the bone banner in his hand in front of him, and it floated in front of him once more, his gaze falling back onto the black rod in his hand.

"Living Soul Iron," as the name implies, is iron that has condensed a large amount of living essence souls; it cannot be mentioned in the same breath as those Yin soul objects common in the Cultivation World.

The difference is as huge as the difference between the Living Soul Banner and the Yin Soul Banner among the three demon banners of the Demonic Path. ===== CHAPTER 409 =====