Chapter 69

In the mountain gorge.

The Grim Reaper was wrapped in a tattered dark robe, staggering over a pile of rocks.

Its figure was nearly four meters tall, massive, with countless long tendrils sprouting around it, hanging with densely packed wailing souls.

Unfortunately, in the mountain gorge, various animals could not see it.

Even a roe deer darted past the Grim Reaper without any awareness.

The Grim Reaper walked silently, seemingly indifferent to these animals.

Suddenly.

A spotted dove flew over, landing on the ground in front of the Grim Reaper, pecking at the insects on the ground.

It blocked the Grim Reaper's path.

The Grim Reaper stopped, paused for a moment, and gently moved to one side, slowly walking past the bird.

As they passed each other—

A long, thin fleshy tendril emerged from the Grim Reaper's robe, lightly touching the spotted dove's back.

A hole immediately appeared on the spotted dove's back.

Fresh blood gushed out.

But the spotted dove felt nothing, only focusing on eating the insects on the ground, and then flew contentedly to the treetop.

When it perched on a branch and continued to search for food—

Its blood had drained away.

The next second.

A hawk eagle, which was hunting for prey, discovered this bird.

It swooped down, its claws fiercely grabbing the spotted dove, instantly killing it on the tree, and began to eat it in small bites.

A faint soul rose from the corpse.

This soul looked at its own corpse, then at the hawk eagle, and spread its wings to fly away.

However, a small black dot appeared on the semi-transparent soul.

In the air, a long, semi-transparent tendril shot out, connecting to this black dot, and then gently pulled—

The soul was immediately dragged in a certain direction.

It kept flying in that direction, finally reaching the end of the tendril.

The walking Grim Reaper opened its mouth.

The soul flew into its mouth at an extremely rapid speed, without even a chance to struggle, and was swallowed whole.

The Grim Reaper continued to walk forward.

Finally.

It saw the rock-like demon worm.

The demon worm's brain had been shattered, and its body was covered with wounds.

The Grim Reaper stood still.

Two of the fleshy tendrils on its body loosened, gently placing two wailing souls on the ground.

The two souls floated to the demon worm's corpse, each releasing a chain, and forcefully wrapped it around the demon worm's body, pulling hard—

A massive semi-transparent soul emerged from the demon worm's body.

This soul was almost as large as the Grim Reaper, and as soon as it appeared, it immediately saw the Grim Reaper in front of it.

It instantly went mad, desperately darting away.

However, the chains in the two souls' hands seemed to have some kind of magic, and no matter how it struggled, it could not escape.

The eyes on both sides of the Grim Reaper's face smiled.

It opened its mouth and sucked hard.

The demon worm's soul was immediately sucked into its mouth, like a surging tide being drawn into a funnel, quickly disappearing.

"Hmm..."

The Grim Reaper let out a low moan.

Countless images flashed before its eyes, showing the demon worm's life.

Finally.

It saw that moment.

The S-class club members working together to kill the demon worm.

The Grim Reaper remained silent for a few moments, then suddenly extended a hand from its tattered robe, making a gesture.

The two souls immediately understood.

They flew up into the sky, then quickly descended, pointing in a direction.

The Grim Reaper looked in that direction and saw a large tree on the other side of the mountain gorge.

It slowly walked over, circling around to the back of the tree.

Sure enough, there was a soldier's corpse here, seemingly thrown by the demon worm and killed by hitting the ground.

The Grim Reaper approached the corpse and gently lay down.

It disappeared.

The next second.

The soldier's corpse got up.

It moved its body, as if recalling something.

After a few moments.

It set up a boxing stance and slowly threw a punch.

If Wu Xiaode were watching, he would recognize this punch—

Because it was the Iron Wire Fist he used to kill the demon worm!

Who would have thought that the Grim Reaper, by consuming the demon worm's soul, had obtained all of the demon worm's memories, and even paid attention to him!

At this moment, in the surrounding mountains, a series of blinding flashes shot up into the sky, followed by ground-shaking tremors and a massive mushroom cloud rising high.

The soldier put away his boxing stance, his face expressionless.

"Undead..."

He spoke in a hoarse, raspy voice, slowly taking steps, heading in the direction Wu Xiaode and the others had gone.

Whether it was the overwhelming shockwave, the trembling earth, or the invisible radiation in the air—

Nothing could hinder its progress.

...

The wind whistled in his ears.

The Crow Spirit increased its speed to the maximum, rapidly darting through the tunnel.

"Do you know, this speed is the same as when I used to race cars, and I rarely use it," the crow said.

"This time, the soul power for killing goes to you," Wu Xiaode said.

"That's not necessary, we're brothers, and we need to be fair," the crow said again.

"Alright, I'll kill more in this other world this time."

"That's the spirit!"

The crow flew forward with all its might, and finally, after three minutes, it saw the underground train speeding along the tracks.

"What do you think?" the crow asked.

"Get on the train," Wu Xiaode said.

"We might be noticed," the crow said.

"Get on the train."

"Alright."

The crow landed on the rear of the train, flapped its wings, and transformed into Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode reached out to pull the train's door.

The door was locked.

He stood still, waiting quietly for a few moments.

A misty fog emerged from his body, not dispersing in the wind, but flowing like water into the gaps of the door.

Once all the fog had entered the carriage, Wu Xiaode inserted his hand into the door and gently pulled backward.

The entire lock was pulled out.

The door opened.

Inside, it was full of fog.

Two voices sounded:

"How can there be so much fog on this stretch of the road? Close the windows quickly."

"The windows are already closed."

Wu Xiaode casually threw the lock onto the tracks behind him, and walked into the train, suddenly transforming into a crow, flapping its wings a few times, and instantly crossing the entire carriage, standing at the junction of two carriages.

He transformed back into human form and continued walking forward.

The second-to-last carriage was not very crowded, with many pieces of equipment and machinery piled up.

Several soldiers were counting the supplies.

Wu Xiaode did not speak to them, but walked straight to the front.

The soldiers, seeing him come from the rear carriage, wearing a uniform, and still busy with their tasks, did not pay attention to him.

Wu Xiaode passed through the second-to-last carriage and looked ahead, finding more people in the front.

Fu Zhengyang was not there.

However, an officer-like person glanced at him, puzzled, and asked:

"What are you doing?"

Wu Xiaode said, "The last carriage is full of smoke, I don't know why, I'm going to report it to the front."

"Smoke?" The officer looked back.

His gaze passed through the entire second-to-last carriage, landing on the last carriage.

Although it was not very clear, there seemed to be a lot of white fog.

"You go to the front to report, I'll go to the back to check," the officer said.

"Understood!" Wu Xiaode said.

The officer called a few soldiers and walked briskly to the back.

Wu Xiaode continued forward.

He passed through the entire third-to-last carriage and came to the next one.

—Fu Zhengyang was here.

As Wu Xiaode discovered him, a mist suddenly rose in the carriage.

An officer shouted, "What's going on, why is there so much fog? What's the situation on this stretch of the road?"

No one could answer.

Wu Xiaode quietly walked through the corridor, heading toward Fu Zhengyang.

Suddenly, someone shouted from behind, "Report, the fog in the back hasn't dissipated, it's everywhere!"

"Be careful, maybe this tunnel is like this," an officer said.

They were talking back and forth, while Fu Zhengyang was talking to someone beside him.

"How much longer?" he asked.

"The other train hasn't moved, maybe they won't come," another person said.

"Then they will die at the entrance to the underground cave, killed by the monsters," another companion said.

The fog grew thicker.

People, even sitting face to face, could barely see each other.

Wu Xiaode silently approached, drew his knife, and stood behind Fu Zhengyang.

"Hmm, so it seems we wasted our efforts," Fu Zhengyang said.

Wu Xiaode smiled and replied, "The fog is heavy, be careful when you go out."

His knife moved in an instant.

This knife was so fast that it created an illusion—

It seemed as if the person wielding the knife had momentarily decided not to draw it, leaving the long knife in the scabbard.

Fu Zhengyang's face changed drastically, and just as he was about to act, a sharp pain shot through his neck.

Everything turned dark.

Wu Xiaode took his head and turned to leave.

He passed through several carriages, returned to the rear, transformed into a crow, and flew back the way he came, holding the head.

One moment.

Two moments.

Three moments.

The fog in the carriage finally dissipated.

People then discovered that Fu Zhengyang was left with only a headless corpse.

...

At the entrance to the underground cave.

The team rested on the spot.

"Transform into a bird? I didn't expect him to have such a trick," the hawk said with interest.

"He has many tricks, last time he threw a—"

Xiao Baihong stopped halfway, suddenly remembering that the last time he killed a Guess Monster, and quickly closed his mouth.

"A what?" the marksman asked.

"This kid likes to throw things around, last time he threw some harmful waste," Xiao Baihong said seriously.

"It can't be that simple, Old Xiao, tell the truth," the falcon said with a laugh.

The team leader suddenly clapped his hands and said sternly, "Don't pry into others' privacy, the monsters can come at any time, prepare for battle."

The team stopped talking.

Xiao Baihong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Phew!

Almost said the Guess Monster thing!

Suddenly.

Everyone looked into the tunnel.

A bird flew out of the tunnel, transformed into Wu Xiaode in mid-air, and casually threw an object to the ground.

Thud!

The head rolled a distance, stopping with its face toward the team.

"It took five minutes."

The marksman glanced at his watch and smiled.

The others exchanged glances, all showing a hint of amusement.

The opponent was clearly a veteran with over 10 soul points, yet was killed by their martial artist, with his head cut off and thrown to the ground.

—Who wouldn't want a powerful martial artist in their team?

Wu Xiaode's actions and strength were reassuring.

"This matter is over, Xiao Wu, the road ahead is long, don't easily offend others," the team leader warned seriously.

"Understood," Wu Xiaode said.

Suddenly.

A series of "clang" sounds echoed in the air.

Wu Xiaode looked up and saw a starlight appear above the hawk and the marksman's heads.

The Book of the Undead flipped open, revealing a line of icy small text:

"Your actions have earned the admiration of the hawk and the marksman."

"Current admiration level: one star."

"The book has achieved soul resonance with them, extracting the following skills from them:"

"Ice Butterfly Technique."

"Sniper Headshot."

"Do you want to keep these two skills for your own use?"

"No," Wu Xiaode said directly, "sacrifice them to the Silent Mist."

"Sacrificing."

"Completed."

"Current progress: 6/10."

"Please continue to work hard to upgrade the Silent Mist to LV1."

Not bad.

More gains.

Hopefully, there will be more harvests ahead, so that before facing the monsters, the Silent Mist will become even more powerful!

Wu Xiaode stared at the Book of the Undead, continuing to wait.

Sure enough.

The book displayed a few new lines of small text:

"The crow has absorbed Fu Zhengyang's soul power."

"Fu Zhengyang was a martial artist with 15 soul points, but was beheaded due to being trapped by the mist."

"This harvest is substantial."

"With the help of the crow, the soul power gained from the battle has been stored and not absorbed by you, so your soul power limit remains:"

"11."

"Kill one more monster to return to your world."