Breaking Out of the Encirclement, Getting Rich by Looting Corpses

Duowen Buddha Tomato was successfully born, and the ritual reached its climax.

With it as the absolute center, the flower-faced figures gazed up at the starry sky. The Buddha Cocoon Relics connected by their stamens erupted with blood-colored starlight, channeling streams of Foul Bone Demon Blood into the civilians' bodies.

At that moment, whether they were eggplant people with blood-red heads or ordinary humans, all of them looked up at the starry sky and greedily drank in the Starlight Imperial Jelly filling the heavens. The sight possessed an indescribably mysterious romance.

The starlight entered their bodies, gathering within their own Green Skull Demon Cocoons and transforming into abundant Foul Blood Life Force. Their muscles and bones were strengthened, and their eyes took on a green tint.

Those weak-willed civilians stopped chanting sutras. Their bones underwent a second growth spurt, their muscles rapidly swelled, and they transformed into super soldiers. Some overly muscular parts simply grew sharp bone spikes that pierced through the skin to become weapons.

They raised their heads and sniffed around wildly. Then, with a turn and an explosive sprint, they pounced on their own kind nearby. Claws swung out, wrenching necks apart, while another claw swiftly tore off the victim's Green Skull Buddha Cocoon and tossed it into its mouth. They chewed in huge mouthfuls and swallowed forcefully, wearing expressions of bliss.

Unlike those crazed beasts, the residents of Ye Country, though infected by filthy blood, retained some of their sanity under the enhancement of their Skull Demon Cocoons. They even carried a blood-soaked Buddha nature, like Buddhas fallen into demonic corruption, becoming terrifying wrathful manifestations.

The harder they struggled to restrain the bloodthirst in their hearts, suppress their killing intent, chant sutras with difficulty, and subdue their Inner Demons, the less they could resist the temptation of the blood-soaked eggplant juice and splattering blood. With a roar, they would fall directly into demonhood, lose themselves in slaughter, and viciously strike at the delicious prey around them.

In their attacks and brawls, these civilian demonkin who had never learned martial arts occasionally displayed a few Buddhist Martial Skills by instinct. Coupled with their overwhelming vitality and somewhat reckless intelligence, their threat level rose again and again, completely outclassing those trashy Foul Bone beasts.

At this moment, Yuan Zhu's group, mingling among the crowd, stood out especially conspicuously.

They had not been infected by Foul Blood, nor had Skull Demon Cocoons grown on their bodies. Their auras were exceptionally pure. Appearing so abruptly amid a cluster of Foul Bone Demonkin, they immediately became the focus of the battlefield.

Fortunately, after taking turns practicing on lone minor monsters along the way, none of them were inexperienced rookies anymore.

Even Mai Lili, the most timid among them, gritted her teeth and raised her gun to fire, letting out despairing screams of "Aaaahhh...!" Her cries not only drowned out the gunfire, but also overwhelmed the demonkin's shrill roars. She was undoubtedly the best banshee on the field.

For a time, six tongues of flame spat out simultaneously, sweeping in crossing volleys. Green flesh and blood splattered everywhere as the demons screamed without end.

Granny Yu, the smallest of them all, transformed under her Uniform's enhancement into a fierce old lady rifle bandit. She expertly weaved back and forth, firing in bursts to protect the little sheep trembling behind her. She blasted the charging Foul Bone Demonkin until blood sprayed from their bodies and forced them back again and again. Every so often, she even threw out a high-speed flying kick, leaving Lü Rang green with envy.

Why couldn't his Uniform cultivate something like that? The brief clash immediately revealed the difference between demonkin and crazed beasts.

Those polluted beasts had no brains to speak of, knowing only how to charge forward and throw their lives away. But these infected humans and eggplant creatures were different. After being fiercely beaten back once, they actually stopped approaching and instead repeatedly retreated and dodged.

Yet they did not leave. Intelligence flashed in their eyes as they hid behind their companions and prowled around in search of opportunities. Yuan Zhu's team quickly changed magazines, picked a direction with fewer people, and broke out that way.

The Foul Bone Demonkin lingering without retreating also crept closer bit by bit like a tide, moving along with the team. They still did not attack proactively. Instead, they fought one another over their companions lying on the ground, riddled with bullets yet still struggling to crawl. They delivered finishing blows, dug out the green Skull Demon Cocoons, swallowed them eagerly, then rushed together to divide up the bloody remains.

They were even muttering under their breaths, saying things like, "My Buddha is merciful! Thank you for the alms! Heaven's blessing! An offering of flesh and blood."

Lü Rang cried out in horror, "They actually still have intelligence?!"

"You've seen too little. The more powerful and terrifying a Foul Bone Demon is, the better it can restrain its desires and act like a humble, courteous normal person. But the more normal they look on the surface, the more twisted and perverse desires they've piled up deep inside." Zhou Chu briefly recounted the stereotype she had learned at the Security Bureau.

It was clear that after absorbing the starlight, those green demon cocoons had also transformed into some kind of energy core.

Yuan Zhu recalled the captain saying that they could consider using monks' "Buddha Cocoons + Buddha Blood" to feed their Uniforms and cultivate power seeds leaning toward the Buddhist path. But the more reliable monks had all been lured into exploding their heads by Much-Learning Abbot, then refined into red Buddha Cocoons connected to his human-head flowers.

Now that they no longer had to fear the contaminating side effects of Foul Bone Demon Blood, they could use these Skull Demon Cocoons as substitutes to feed and cultivate their Uniforms.

As though she had sensed Yuan Zhu and the others' thoughts, Zhou Chu warned while retreating, "Unless it's absolutely necessary, never use these demonkin to enhance your Uniforms. Once this mission ends and we return to the real world, I'll report all your information immediately!"

Hearing that, Lü Rang wore a face of utter despair. This big sister was so heartless! They had been companions, and they were even facing life and death together. If he had known, he definitely would have given a fake identity when introducing himself.

Yuan Zhu did not react much. He had cheats; he was not afraid of such a small scene at all! He even felt an eager urge stirring within him, craving a great slaughter. What concerned him instead was Duowen Buddha Tomato, the mastermind behind everything.

When he glanced over from the corner of his eye, the Buddha Tomato Abbot had already stopped moving. Dead? Had it spent too much power transmitting Foul Blood Demon power to save all beings? Or had it voluntarily dissolved the Dharma Net? At that moment, the abbot dragged more than a dozen tomato freaks to the center of the plaza, sat down cross-legged, and remained motionless.

The ground that had once been stained red with eggplant juice after the tomato monks blew up their heads was now sprouting countless green Eggplant Seedlings. Bathed in starlight, they grew madly into a small eggplant grove, enveloping the abbot and the dozen or so tomato freaks to form a giant green hemisphere that cut off the inside from the outside.

Thus, Duowen Buddha Tomato paid no heed to the slaughter outside.

Seeing that the abbot was no longer making any moves, Yuan Zhu shouted, "Good chance! Let's get out of here!"

Zhou Chu nodded. "You go. I'll cover you!"

With that, she tossed aside her emptied firearm. A red glove appeared on her right hand, which she then swung hard, ripping a long chain out of thin air. She whirled it into half a massive arc, lashing away the approaching demonkin and keeping everyone safe.

Though she had threatened them not to touch the Foul Blood Demon Cocoons, she still stepped forward in the crisis. She was quite responsible after all.

Meng Xiyue flattered her, "Sister Zhou, you're the best! Love you!"

As the team continued breaking out, killing and crippling a large number of demonkin, the survivors learned their lesson. They still trailed some distance away, continuously scavenging the pitiful creatures heavily wounded by the team. The rest kept absorbing the starlight darting overhead, accumulating strength and slowly growing stronger.

At that moment, Yuan Zhu's heart stirred. Countless transparent threads immediately surged from his Uniform and pierced the skin all over his body.

After a wave of stinging pain and numb itchiness, he successfully took control of the Uniform. Then he curled the fingers of his right hand and clenched hard. A great mass of threads poured from his sleeve, winding around his right hand and forming a black glove.

Then he ran to Zhou Chu's side, repeatedly bending down and plunging his fingers into the bodies of Foul Bone Demonkin that were not quite dead. He seized the springy green Skull Demon Cocoons, planted one foot on their chests, and pulled with all his strength. With his other hand, he swung his dagger to cut the connecting fascia, harvesting green demon cocoons one after another and tossing them into his pocket.

The Uniform unconditionally catered to all of its host's actions. When he reached for his pocket, it automatically opened. After he dropped the demon cocoons inside, the pocket automatically shut tight, sealing off any leaking aura.

After wrapping a demonkin in her chain and using it as a meteor hammer to dance wildly through the crowd, smashing down and driving back one demonkin after another, Zhou Chu turned to see whether the team had fully withdrawn. Instead, she saw a figure bent over, diligently harvesting the fruits.

She immediately flew into a rage. "Yuan Zhu! What are you doing?"

Yuan Zhu looked up, his face brimming with an enthusiastic, sunny smile. "Of course I'm pulling out the weeds by the roots! If you slay demons without eradicating fiends, when the spring wind blows, they'll grow again."

"You—" The young woman almost cursed, but held it back and demanded, "I said you can't use these demon cocoons to feed your Uniform! Are you tired of living?"

Yuan Zhu moved deftly, kicking apart the neck of a demonkin trying to bite him. Then, quick as lightning, he grabbed the demon cocoon on its right shoulder, yanked it taut, and swung his blade to sever the clinging tissue. Without even looking up, he replied, "Don't worry. I'm not feeding my Uniform. I'm just collecting this stuff. The captain said it himself—Buddha Cocoons are monks' energy cores, relics of the flesh. This stuff can definitely be sold for money in Gods' Space. Isn't our trial mission tonight all about getting rich by our own abilities?"

Zhou Chu was so angry she choked out, "Those are my spoils of war too!"

"Don't be in such a rush. We split it fifty-fifty, how about it?" Yuan Zhu stood up, shook the Green Blood off his dagger, and looked eagerly at the young woman. "Shall we do another round?!"

Crack, crack, crack! Zhou Chu clenched her delicate fists in fury, viciously flinging the chain in her hand to vent. The chain became a giant arcing wave that surged forward, smashing open the head of the nearest Foul Bone Demonkin. Yuan Zhu's eyelids twitched wildly at the sight.

"Forget it, forget it. Running comes first. Safety first!"

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