Chapter 57

The train started.

Wu Xiaode looked at his phone, only to see that the call had been disconnected.

The emperor left.

How unreliable.

Speaking of which, in a certain aspect, Zhao Junyu is actually quite like him.

Wu Xiaode shook his head and sighed, "Old Xiao, we’re going to kill someone in a bit."

Xiao Baihong said cautiously, "I know, killing is a small matter. There’s something more important between us..."

"What is it?" Wu Xiaode was puzzled.

"That thing I lent you, it really helped you out a lot," Xiao Baihong reminded him with an embarrassed tone.

Wu Xiaode suddenly understood.

"Here."

He took out the earphones and threw them over.

Xiao Baihong immediately caught the earphones and quickly put them in his pocket, pressing his hand on the outside of the pocket.

He seemed to have put down a burden, and a smile reappeared on his face.

"Killing, I’m an expert at it. If you don’t want to do it, I’ll take care of them all for you," he said, patting his chest.

"Old Xiao, you’re a real friend. I won’t do it then," Wu Xiaode said, moved.

"One head for five million, friends get a 99% discount. Since we hit it off and fought the Guessing Demon together, I’ll give you a 98% discount. Fair enough, right?" Xiao Baihong said.

"Forget it... I’ll do it myself," Wu Xiaode said woodenly.

By now, it was already night.

Streetlights came on, and the streets were bustling with traffic.

The car drove smoothly and soon arrived in front of a grand and imposing church.

Wu Xiaode looked at the church and said,

"I heard that the number of people in our country who believe in the Holy Church is increasing."

"With the appearance of skull swarms at sea and earthquakes and various anomalies everywhere, these charlatans must be overjoyed," Xiao Baihong said.

He turned the steering wheel, bypassing the main entrance of the church, and drove to a small road at the back.

The car stopped.

The two got out and looked at the tall iron fence and the deserted garden and lawn inside.

"There are quite a few surveillance cameras," Wu Xiaode said.

"What’s to be afraid of? I’m an S-class club assassin. I can handle these trash alone. You rest," Xiao Baihong said, yawning.

"Didn’t you just say one head for five million?" Wu Xiaode laughed.

"Just kidding, I’ve already taken the royal commission. Why would I ask you for money—now I have to work. If you’re interested, you can go in and visit their architecture and sculptures, or go across the street for a late-night snack, and meet back here later."

Xiao Baihong said, then jumped onto the iron fence and landed lightly in the garden.

A shrill alarm immediately sounded.

The surveillance cameras turned to Xiao Baihong, and a guard’s voice came from the speaker:

"Who are you? Leave the church immediately! Otherwise, we will call the police!"

Xiao Baihong smiled at the camera and strode through the garden toward the depths of the church.

Wu Xiaode watched this scene and muttered,

"This guy is quite arrogant."

Indeed, if the others were just ordinary people or even regular professionals, he wouldn’t have to worry about Xiao Baihong.

But Wu Xiaode’s perspective was different from everyone else’s.

He had personally witnessed the one-eyed giant and the bone dragon.

So compared to ordinary people, he was always a bit more cautious.

—Because this era was beginning to reveal aspects that humans had never encountered before.

"Old Xiao is strong, but... I should still check it out."

Wu Xiaode muttered.

A mist quietly appeared around him, gradually enveloping him completely.

At first, the mist was very thick, almost blocking Wu Xiaode’s vision, but soon, all the mist gradually merged into the void, blending with the surroundings—

Like a chameleon.

The Book of the Dead opened, revealing lines of icy text:

"The Silent Mist is beginning to blend with the surroundings."

"Due to the death properties of the Silent Mist, you will not emit any aura while inside it."

Wu Xiaode lightly leaped onto the iron fence.

The Silent Mist followed him, swirling around and completely concealing his figure.

From a distance, there was nothing on the iron fence.

Wu Xiaode landed on the lawn and was about to walk toward the church.

He suddenly stopped.

A vague feeling arose in his heart, making him look down at the lawn.

"Ah... Could it be because I’m from the Death Camp that I can sense so much death?"

He whispered, extending his fist and striking the ground forcefully.

Thud!

The ground shook.

This punch used a clever force, directly breaking the soil and revealing what was buried beneath.

Bodies.

One body after another was haphazardly piled underground, long dead but not decomposed.

Wu Xiaode felt a sense of discomfort and unease.

He frowned, puzzled.

The Book of the Dead quietly opened, revealing lines of icy text:

"You are a recognized soldier of the Death Realm, and you can sense the properties of death."

"The souls of the current bodies have not normally proceeded to the Death Realm."

"This is a distortion of the laws of death, which naturally causes you to sense it."

Not proceeding to the Death Realm.

Then, where did these souls go?

Wu Xiaode placed his hand on the Dream Blade and walked step by step into the depths of the courtyard.

Xiao Baihong went to the front hall of the church...

So he would go from the back and see what he could find.

He took a different path, passing through an unattended small path, and arrived at a side door of the church.

The door was locked.

Wu Xiaode drew the Dream Blade and slid it along the door seam.

Two barely perceptible sounds.

He pushed the door open.

The lock where the blade had cut was smooth as a mirror.

—The Dream Blade was really sharp.

Wu Xiaode walked in, closed the door, and looked around.

It was a confessional, which seemed unremarkable.

But Wu Xiaode sensed a strong aura of death.

For him, a member of the Death Camp, it was like a flame in the darkness.

He searched the walls and soon found a hollow area.

There must be a hidden door here.

But the mechanism to open it was hard to find.

Wu Xiaode simply drew the Dream Blade and cut a rectangle along the hollow wall.

He grabbed the protruding part of the wall and pulled it back—

The wall was pulled out and gently placed to the side.

Inside was indeed a spiral staircase leading downward.

Wu Xiaode walked down, gradually descending deeper and sensing the aura of death more strongly.

Finally.

He reached the bottom of the stairs.

It was another grand church hall!

He didn’t expect such a large space to be hidden underground in the church!

Two men in robes stood in the center of the hall, talking.

"How’s the situation?" the older man asked.

The other man was typing on his phone and said, "Wu Xiaode is still alive. I’m discussing with everyone whether to ask the existence underground to help us kill this kid."

Wu Xiaode was stunned, took out his phone, and opened the group.

A new picture of a fat woman appeared on the screen:

"I suggest we ask the existence underground to take care of Wu Xiaode. What do you think?"

Ah, so it’s this person.

Finally, I’ve found you.

Wu Xiaode stood in the mist, took a step, and silently approached the two men.

They were completely unaware.

The older man said, "At midnight last night, the royal family lost several strong individuals in that world. If Wu Xiaode is also eliminated, the emperor’s guard will be completely unable to sustain itself."

"Yes, killing him will allow the plan to proceed smoothly," the younger man sighed.

At this moment, Wu Xiaode had already reached the two men.

He drew the Dream Blade, held it horizontally, and lightly swung it forward.

"Huh?"

The younger man’s head flew up, and in mid-air, he realized something was wrong with his vision and surroundings, causing him to make a sound.

The older man’s face changed, and he quickly shouted, "O Lord of the Deep Star Abyss, all beings and things are but food in your dream. With the sacrifice of a thousand two hundred souls, please allow me to borrow your great—"

Swish!

The Dream Blade cut through his neck.

His voice was cut off.

The battle was over.

Wu Xiaode was about to sheath the blade when he suddenly felt a sense of unease.

What’s going on?

He looked around and saw that the entire hall had disappeared.

The Book of the Dead quickly opened, revealing lines of icy text:

"You’ve been hit!"

"In the current battle, you’ve been hit by an extremely terrifying sacrificial technique. Be extremely careful. If you die, your soul will become food for some existence and cease to exist."

The world turned into a dark and silent deep sea.

In this deep sea, a soft female voice began to sing.

Two rows of women in white dresses, holding candles, slowly floated up from the depths of the sea.

Strangely, they all had large, writhing veins and muscles extending from their backs, reaching hundreds of meters into the deep sea.

By the light of the candles they held, Wu Xiaode could see a vast, dark shadow in the distance.

—What is that?

Wu Xiaode felt a chill run through him.

He was about to draw the Dream Blade but thought better of it and didn’t move.

He couldn’t even use the two poetic blade techniques, so what was the point of fighting?

At this moment.

In this strange environment, the only thing he could rely on was the ability from the Death Realm—

The Silent Mist.

Realizing this, he stood still.

The mist grew thicker, layer upon layer, completely enveloping him.

Time slowly passed.

The women stood expressionless, gradually stopping their singing, as if waiting for something.

At this moment, Wu Xiaode suddenly realized something.

The candles in the hands of these strange women—

They were actually burning souls!

These souls screamed in pain, but their cries were drowned out by the women’s singing.

The women held the burning souls high, illuminating the deep sea around them.

The lead woman sang, "No matter which world you live in, no matter what you are, when it’s your turn to be sacrificed, give everything you have!"

All the women joined in her song.

The deep sea gradually filled with a brutal and dark power.

—But it was useless.

Wu Xiaode’s Silent Mist came from the Death Realm, making him a dead being.

The technique of the other side, according to their own incantation, could only find and sacrifice beings who were "alive in any world."

"No matter which world you live in, no matter what you are—"

This was already a very powerful incantation, as it transcended spatial limitations and ignored any race.

Wu Xiaode thought to himself.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Time continued to pass.

More lines of text appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"The other side’s technique cannot find a target and is stuck, unable to continue."

Wu Xiaode glanced at it, remained still, and said nothing.

After a while.

The women turned around, holding the burning souls, and walked away.

As the women left, the strange phenomena in the world gradually disappeared.

In the next instant.

Wu Xiaode found himself back in the underground hall.

The ground was already completely cracked.

Hands emerged from the ground, densely raised in the air.

These hands had an eye in the palm, constantly searching, as if looking for something.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t see Wu Xiaode.

...Was it another world just now, or an illusion created by these eyes?

Wu Xiaode was a bit confused.

But he knew what to do now.

—Don’t move.

Time continued to pass.

After dozens of breaths.

These hands, finding nothing unusual, gradually retreated back into the ground and disappeared.

Wu Xiaode remained still.

—Since the strange phenomena began, he had stood in the same spot, not moving an inch, enduring the long wait.

After killing, he didn’t dispel the Silent Mist, maintaining the "illusion" of concealment.

This was to prevent any unforeseen situations.

This was the caution Wu Xiaode maintained after eliminating the enemy.

Now it seemed.

This was the only reason he survived.