048 [Giant Colossal Giant]

Chapter 48 048 [Giant (×) Colossal Giant (√)]

Left Guardian was utterly numb—like Chen Rui eating Sichuan peppercorns, his uncle had gone numb!

After calculating every possibility, he still had not expected that after the Jade Seal, Broken Saber, and Bone Dagger, He Zhao had actually hidden another Sacrificial Vessel to hammer the final nail into the coffin of their grudge.

He had never imagined that one day, a man would carry four Sacrificial Vessels and willingly transform into a Fierce Ghost just to hunt him down. What virtue or ability did this old man possess to deserve this?!

Scarlet Mist drifted throughout the city, falling upon the massive ice and melting away at a visible rate.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

With a thunderous boom, the enormous block of ice shattered.

He Zhao's entire body was pitch-black, blending into the night. Only a ghastly white Skull floated in midair.

"Cackle. Cackle cackle."

The horrifying ghostly laughter echoed through the silent alley. Though Left Guardian could not understand what was being said, he knew it had to be mocking him.

If he had known, he would not have relied on his cultivation to provoke him.

Damn it, over a few words, he had actually revived two Sacrificial Vessels and turned into a Fierce Ghost to hack at him. What kind of cattle and horses did Hetu Dao raise?!

Young people really had terrible tempers. What could not be discussed properly?

"Pfft—"

With one slash, an invisible blade instantly tore apart the dilapidated alley.

Left Guardian could only watch helplessly as his physical body was split in two by the razor-sharp blade energy.

Enduring immense agony, He Zhao threw back his head and laughed freely.

Some soldiers heading toward the assembly point shuddered instinctively.

Walk the night road often enough, and would you really run into a ghost?

Before they could think further, a bizarre Skull abruptly appeared before them.

Then, the group froze in place. On one hand, they were terrified; on the other, a malicious will suppressed their bodies, leaving none of them able to move recklessly.

"Pfft!"

Dozens of people were dismembered on the spot. Heads fell to the ground while columns of blood several meters high sprayed from their neck stumps.

The Scarlet Mist grew increasingly vivid.

"Hmph!"

He Zhao let out a muffled groan, the pain even more intense than before.

Could it be because of the Wailing Bone?

When he had just immobilized the Golden Cicada Sect Soldiers, intense pain had surged through his mind. Compared to a normal headache or fever in the real world, it was a full hundred times worse!

As for the painful backlash from the Life-Slaying Saber, it had changed from being cut in half at the waist to the agony of a severed neck. If he cut off a certain part of someone's body, would the same part of his own body suffer feedback a thousandfold or a hundredfold?

The Life-Slaying Saber can only kill living creatures in motion, but after the Wailing Bone revived, the Murderous Iron Law changed somewhat. First immobilize, then kill. Can Sacrificial Vessels supplement one another?

If the Bone Dagger revived, would it add another Murderous Iron Law?

For instance, anyone who stepped on the Blood-Colored Footprints would suddenly be beheaded on the spot by an invisible blade!

Alas!

With a sigh, his figure vanished once again.

Every time he appeared, several people died miserably.

He Zhao suffered immense torment again and again. If he had not once ruthlessly experimented with Poison Powder on himself and developed an extremely high tolerance for pain, he would likely have long since become a Fierce Ghost in every sense.

Among the hundred thousand people in the city, Ruthless He Zhao watched helplessly as "he" raised his hand and brought down his saber, raised it and brought it down, raised it and brought it down, slaughtering lives in a frenzy.

To be fair, he was suffering immensely inside.

He did not mind killing people in a Simulation Scenario, but indiscriminately slaughtering innocents was a little deranged.

But he could not control it!

At most, he was a Tool Person. What puzzled him even more was that the pain, torment, and guilt in his heart only lasted for a brief period before he turned back into a spirited young man.

Am I actually a murderer hiding among normal people?

Otherwise, there was no explaining why his sanity had not collapsed yet.

No! Something is wrong!

I once underwent a psychological examination. My general performance, cognitive activity, emotional activity, volitional behavior, self-awareness, and social functioning were all normal.

The Sacrificial Vessels! It must be because of those two. These things are devouring my negative emotions!

He Zhao had found the crux of the problem, but the result sent chills down his spine.

Not only did he have to be a Tool Person, he also had to serve as a warehouse of nourishment?

They were really using him to death!

Fortunately, this is only a Simulation Scenario, not the real world. Otherwise, a full hundred thousand people... Wait, how do I exit the game after transforming into a Fierce Ghost?

If I remember correctly, when I joined Hetu Dao, Old Huang once said that Fierce Ghosts cannot be killed by any means. Sacrificial Vessels and similar things can only be used to drive them away, imprison them, seize them, resist them, or seal them.

So I'm immortal? How long will I have to stay in this Simulation Scenario? Ten years, fifty years, a hundred years, a thousand years? Or until the world is destroyed?

He Zhao felt that he had miscalculated. Although turning into a Fierce Ghost had allowed him to viciously hack Left Guardian to death, it seemed that he had gotten himself stuck in a bug.

Sometimes, one really could not act recklessly.

...

He was done for!

While raising his hand and bringing down his saber to kill people, enduring immense pain, he also pondered the days ahead.

The Scarlet Mist was more than ten times redder than when it had first swept through Wancheng, and the stench of blood was thick enough to make one vomit.

A hundred thousand people was a great many, but under a Fierce Ghost's Murderous Iron Law, killing them all was merely a matter of time.

Every second, dozens died miserably beneath the blade, their blood spraying across the ground.

Three hours later, not a single living thing remained in all of Wancheng. Humans and animals alike were dead, and scarlet covered the ground.

The Black Ghost Shadow emitted a faint red glow, as though undergoing some terrifying transformation.

He Zhao?

He was numb, in both mind and body.

From now on, no matter what torture it was, if it could make him cry out, then the other party would be impressive.

"Rumble—"

The enormous city suddenly shook.

He Zhao came to his senses and swept his gaze around somewhat blankly.

"???"

His entire body jolted, and his mind cleared considerably.

The blood on the ground was seeping downward, gradually disappearing until it was completely clean.

The dense Scarlet Mist gradually thinned.

What's going on?

"Rumble rumble!!"

The shaking intensified, and some dilapidated houses were the first to collapse under it.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The ground trembled and split apart, huge fissures opening one after another.

All the surrounding buildings collapsed and fell.

A feeling of terror suddenly spread throughout his body.

The Revived Sacrificial Vessels were afraid!

The towering city walls fell like dominoes. As if drawn by some mysterious force, the Scarlet Mist transformed into whirlwinds and drilled into the cracks in the ground.

The thick smell of blood vanished in an instant.

"Whoosh—"

He Zhao's ghostly shadow flashed, fleeing the city.

???

He was utterly dumbfounded. A ghost could actually feel fear, and it had even taken the initiative to flee for its life!

"Crash!"

Smoke and dust churned like a giant dragon.

Under the bright moonlight, He Zhao turned back to look.

!!!

A monster even larger than the city burst from underground, overturning countless rocks and clods of earth.

A pair of enormous forelimbs emerged, forcefully supporting a Colossal Giant.

The former Wancheng had been only as large as its lower abdomen.

Good heavens!

"Roar—"

The Giant's triangular head tilted back and let out a sky-shaking roar, invisible ripples rapidly spreading outward.

Even the black-red mist covering He Zhao's entire body suffered a tremendous blow, thinning and dimming to reveal human flesh beneath.

Under the night sky, a pair of enormous scarlet eyes hanging high in the air swept across the land.

The next moment, the terrifying monster opened its mouth.

"Boom!"

Dirt, grass, trees, and corpses were all swept inside.

He Zhao was dragged backward uncontrollably, and even a Fierce Ghost's strength could not resist the horrifying suction.

Alas! It's mutual destruction again. Only, unlike before, I used to perish together with people. This time, it's with a Sacrificial Vessel.

"Thud!" x2.

Two sounds of bodies hitting the ground rang out. He Zhao discovered in surprise that the black mist around him had vanished, and he had changed from a ghost back into a human.

With a quick glance, he saw the Life-Slaying Saber and Wailing Bone lying motionless on the ground.

"You fucking Sacrificial Vessels..."