Chapter 95

A head on the ground.

Several headless corpses.

All were obscured by the mist, preventing anyone from seeing them.

"Boss, your hot pot is really delicious. You could open a restaurant in the city," Wuxiaode said happily, praising the food.

There was no response from the kitchen.

The boss was no longer in the kitchen.

After all, everything had been obscured by the mist, and the boss couldn't see anything.

Wuxiaode glanced at the Book of the Dead.

Sure enough, the Book of the Dead had already opened, revealing a line of icy crystal text:

"The mission can be considered completed, but it can also be considered incomplete."

"Submitting the mission now will yield very limited rewards."

"You can choose to submit it, or you can choose to dig deeper into the mission to see if you can complete it more perfectly."

"The more perfect, the greater the reward."

Wuxiaode pondered for a moment and then said decisively, "Not yet, I'll think of another way."

In fact, from the first mission, it was clear—

The basic reward wasn't much.

For example, Zhao Junyu's ancestor initially only prepared a soul power reward, but later, seeing that the mission was completed well, he personally came down to teach a set of Iron Wire Fist.

Qian Mingkui was the same.

His ancestor said he would initially teach a set of Plum Blossom Pile techniques.

But after Wuxiaode successfully awakened Qian Mingkui, drove away the hooligans, and planned to move in and help financially, the founder of the Treading Snow to Seek Plum School was satisfied and decided to teach a set of "Wind and Snow Lone Traveler" saber techniques.

The current one is a legendary god riding a white horse.

If the mission isn't done to their satisfaction, only basic rewards can be obtained.

The mission would be meaningless.

Moreover,

The mastermind behind this hasn't even been found yet.

If it were to end here—

The village would be safe for a while but not forever.

Rescue should be thorough.

"We won't submit it. We'll continue to investigate," Wuxiaode decided.

A line of icy crystal text quickly appeared before his eyes:

"You have decided to suppress the mission and continue to investigate the relevant situation."

Wuxiaode thought for a moment.

Two demonic hands flew out and began to search the headless corpse.

A mobile phone was found and gently placed on the table in front of Wuxiaode.

This was the mission leader's phone.

It should reveal something, but before that—

Wuxiaode called the guards:

"Three brothers, come and clean up, please."

After a few minutes,

Three royal guards walked in.

Wuxiaode waved his hand, and the silent mist instantly dissipated.

A ground full of corpses.

The three guards looked at Wuxiaode speechlessly.

Didn't you say you were here to reminisce?

Is this what you call reminiscing?

Fortunately, they quickly entered work mode and began to handle the bodies.

One guard dragged the bodies out and put them in body bags.

The second guard took out a special spray, and wherever he sprayed, all the blood disappeared, leaving a lemony fragrance. He then swept the floor with a broom.

The third guard opened the car door and began to load the bodies.

One, two, three.

Three minutes.

The cleaning was complete.

"This is what professionals do," Wuxiaode praised.

"It's our duty," the guards smiled.

"Nothing else, please return, three of you," Wuxiaode said.

"Yes, we'll wait outside the village," the royal guards said.

The car slowly started and left the White Horse Village.

After a few more minutes,

The fast-food restaurant owner and his wife returned, muttering:

"They said there would be a prize for winning, but they also need people to carry it... I thought it was a fridge, but no one even showed up."

He walked into the fast-food restaurant and was stunned.

Just a moment ago, there were a group of people here, but now only that young man was left?

"Ah, no problem, my companions couldn't wait to go up the mountain. We're here for outdoor activities," Wuxiaode smiled.

The killing could be avoided.

It seemed some force was protecting them.

Was it left by the god?

Interesting.

Wuxiaode thought to himself.

"Little brother, do you want to smoke?" the owner asked.

"Thanks, no," Wuxiaode said.

"Thank you for taking care of my business. If you come again, come to me, and I'll give you a discount!" the owner said with a hearty smile.

"Ha ha, good."

Wuxiaode scooped some chicken soup from the hot pot, filled his bowl with vegetables, and quickly finished it.

He was satisfied and stood up, taking his phone to pay the owner.

The owner insisted on giving a discount.

After much effort, he finally paid, and the owner insisted on giving him a jar of homemade fermented tofu.

"Our village's best tofu, try it, it's really good!" the owner said.

Wuxiaode had to accept it.

—He was a bit moved.

After all, he was a street-smart person and could see through people's intentions.

The small restaurant owner had no ulterior motives; he just wanted others to try his tofu.

Because he thought it was good and wanted others to enjoy it.

Sigh.

No wonder the god protects him!

This matter, I must see it through.

Wuxiaode opened his phone, pulled up the contact list, found the name "Mad, Cool, and Dominant," and tapped it.

A voice quickly came through:

"What is it? I'm in a meeting."

"I have a lead," Wuxiaode sent a voice message.

"Find Junyu, he's the most idle. I'm very busy—"

A faint, playful female voice could be heard: "Your Majesty, you're so annoying~"

The emperor's avatar changed to "busy," with a sign below it:

"All officials, kneel and rest."

Wuxiaode was speechless.

Your Majesty, you're so weak, take care of your health!

He shook his head, called Zhao Junyu, and explained the situation.

"You use his phone to call my number, and I can immediately check him," Zhao Junyu said.

"I'll call now."

Wuxiaode picked up the corpse inspector's phone and called Zhao Junyu.

The call was connected.

"Keep the call open, I'm checking," Zhao Junyu said.

"Okay."

After a few minutes,

Ding!

Just after paying, a folder appeared on his phone.

Opening it, he saw a dense list of data, all underground transaction information, with most of the funds coming from a unified account.

"Whose account is this?" Wuxiaode asked, looking at the long string of numbers.

"A branch of the Holy Church, doing charity work," Zhao Junyu said succinctly.

"Are you sure it's charity?" Wuxiaode asked.

"Yes, they even posted a mission, handled by another team in a nearby village... I'm sending people to check the situation," Zhao Junyu said.

"I'll go," Wuxiaode said.

"You go? Aren't you tired from the battle just now?" Zhao Junyu asked.

"Still okay," Wuxiaode said casually.

Although the Silent Mist had only been upgraded to level 1, it was a skill from the Realm of Death and was very useful.

—He had never seen a living person.

Wuxiaode left the fast-food restaurant, checked the navigation, and headed towards the village.

At this point, his soul power was at 18 points, and his physical attributes were far beyond those of ordinary humans, making him a strong figure among professionals.

In a short moment, he climbed over the mountain, leaped several times in the air, and landed in the village on the other side of the mountain.

"Mist."

He whispered in his mind.

Mist immediately appeared, quickly enveloping him and making him invisible.

Outside the village, a branch of a tree bent slightly.

Wuxiaode stood on a large tree, looking into the village.

He saw that everyone in the village was dead.

The bodies were laid out on the village square, and several professionals were sitting on the side, chatting.

"When will the people to transport the bodies arrive?" one asked.

"Soon, they said they're on their way," another said, holding a cigarette.

Wuxiaode was about to act but held back upon hearing this.

After a while,

Several cars drove up.

Seven or eight men in clerical robes got out and stood quietly on the side.

After a while,

A helicopter appeared in the sky.

The cabin door opened.

A man in a white robe jumped out of the helicopter, landing lightly on the ground, and raised a white staff in his hand.

Everyone who saw the staff immediately knelt down.

Wuxiaode, hiding in the tree, felt a jolt in his heart.

Why does this staff look so familiar?

That's right, I got one too.

In the underground church in the parallel world, the statue held a black staff, summoning something.

At that time, the demonic hand had taken the staff.

The two staffs were identical!

It seems that those who can hold the staff have a special status.

Wuxiaode jumped down from the tree, walked quietly forward, drew the Dream Blade, and stood behind the man with the staff without moving.

"Preparation" began.

—This move comes from the 10-point soul power trial of the Realm of Death, allowing a double attack after standing in front of the enemy for ten seconds.

"Everyone has done well. After setting up the altar, we will pay you as agreed," the man with the white staff said.

"Thank you, Bishop," everyone said in unison.

"Hurry up, today I need to preside over several places—now everyone must immediately begin the sacrifice, all must participate, this is the will of the god, and those who disobey will have their souls fall into eternal sin," the man said hurriedly.

The white staff in his hand began to emit a strange vibration.

With this vibration, the villagers' bodies rose from the ground and walked towards the center of the village square.

Wuxiaode remained expressionless, lowering his eyes.

The tenth second.

Preparation complete!

However, Wuxiaode did not strike.

The scene before him was too bizarre, so he changed his mind.

He originally planned to cut off the bishop's head after preparation.

But now, the bishop not only had the staff but also released such a bizarre ability. To ensure no mistakes, he decided to use that special blade technique.

The bishop plunged the staff into the ground, made a prayer gesture with both hands, and called out loudly:

"Supreme being, we prostrate ourselves at your feet—"

Clang!

Wuxiaode drew the Dream Blade.

In an instant, the entire world seemed to turn into countless fragile, blurry lines.

The blade flashed.

Fine, dense blade light emerged from the void, surging like a flood, cutting, erasing, and destroying all the blurry black and white lines around.

The blade stopped.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the world.

All the things that were cut were swept away by the fierce wind.

—This was the secret blade technique after preparation:

"Your bones will turn to dust in the underground spring."

It released double the power!

Wuxiaode raised his head and looked around.

The ground was empty.

Everyone seemed to have never existed, disappearing completely.

Only the white staff stood quietly on the ground.

—Wuxiaode deliberately avoided it.

A hand emerged from the void, pulled the white staff out of the ground, and presented it to Wuxiaode.

"Ah, right, there's another staff? The one I got in the parallel world," Wuxiaode asked.

Another hand took out the black staff and placed it in front of him.

Wuxiaode looked at the two staffs.

—They were identical!

He was about to pick them up to test the feel, but the two staffs began to move.

The white staff turned into a white lizard, and the black staff turned into a black snake, entwining each other.

They tightly wrapped around each other and stopped moving.

The black snake formed the black staff body.

The white lizard formed the head of the staff.

—This was a new Holy Church staff!

The Book of the Dead fell, quickly displaying a line of icy crystal text:

"??? Staff."

"Function unknown."

"Requires in-depth study of Holy Church texts to understand."

Wuxiaode was full of questions, but he didn't want to think too much and put the staff into the Silent Mist.

—In fact, it was held by a demonic hand in the air.

It just couldn't be seen due to the mist.

Ding ding ding!

His phone rang.

Wuxiaode sheathed the long blade and took out his phone.

The emperor sent a voice message:

"That blade was good, reminiscent of my young days."

—Aren't you supposed to be handling important matters?

I see you're just looking for fun!

Wuxiaode's mouth twitched, and he replied, "Your Majesty still has the same style."

"Good, you know how to speak, reward!" the emperor said.

A red envelope appeared on the screen.

Wuxiaode quickly opened it—

It contained one yuan.

"Your Majesty, this red envelope is a bit small," Wuxiaode said, feeling annoyed.

"Oh, is that so? Have you seen a bigger one?" the emperor asked with interest.

"Of course, among my classmates, red envelopes are at least 10 yuan!" Wuxiaode complained.

"Really 10 yuan?"

"Of course, do you think I'm lying to Your Majesty?"

"Send one to me to see, or it's considered treason, understand?" the emperor said.

"..." Wuxiaode.

Damn.

You're making a big deal out of 10 yuan, even bringing up treason.

Fine, I'll send it.

Wuxiaode sent a 10-yuan red envelope.

The emperor immediately took it and sent another voice message:

"You can be taught, good. Since you're so sensible, I'll pass this top-secret valuable information to you. Read it carefully, it's worth a fortune!" the emperor said.

A file was sent over.

Wuxiaode opened it and saw a picture and a text description.

The picture showed the staff he had just obtained.

The text below read:

"Staff of Sin Hell Summoning."

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