After saying that, Eunuch Sun said nothing more and waved his sleeves in disgust, as if if he stayed for a second longer, he would be contaminated by the filth of this place, he turned around and walked away surrounded by the few young eunuchs.
It wasn't until the luxurious sedan completely disappeared on the street corner that the depressing atmosphere in the study slowly dissipated.
"Sir!" Zhao Da Niu and Sun Monkey stepped forward quickly, their faces full of worry and fear, "This old gelding is too bullying!"
"It's okay." Lu Chen waved his hand, indicating that they don't need to be nervous.
He walked to the window and looked at the bright world outside, but his eyes became deeper and colder than ever before.
Three days.
This is a sharp sword hanging above his head.
It was also his only chance to find out the mastermind and break the deadlock.
"Looks like I have to go back to that home again."
Lu Chen's mouth curved with an unknown meaning.
He turned around, faced Zhao Da Niu and Sun Monkey, and gave the first instruction.
"Pass my order to summon all the brothers and prepare their chariots and horses Fire Oil Sulfur."
"Let's return to Anmin Ward!"
The night was like ink, completely swallowing up the ruins of Anmin Ward.
The earth-shattering battle that took place during the day has long since faded into silence, leaving only a fragment of ruins soaked in blood and fire.
The air is still filled with an indelible odor mixed with the stench of burning and blood. Occasionally, a dark wind blows through, rolling up the ashes on the ground and making a "swishing" sound, like countless innocent souls crying softly.
Two black figures, like ghosts blending into the night, quietly appeared on the edge of this dead ruins.
It is Lu Chen who has returned, and his most trusted deputy, Zhao Da Niu.
"Sir, this place is very evil. Do we... really want to go in again?" Zhao Da Niu held the sword at his waist, with a trace of unconcealable nervousness in his voice.
The horrific scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood during the day had already left an indelible shadow in his heart.
"Wealth can be found in danger." Lu Chen's voice was calm, but with an unquestionable calmness. "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cub. You stay outside and use the methods I taught you to set up alerts. No matter what happens inside, don't come in."
After that, he took out a picture [Breath Concealing Talisman] that he had already drawn from his arms and took a picture of it on himself.
Buzz!
A layer of imperceptible spiritual light flashed away, and Lu Chen's entire aura became extremely weak in an instant, as if it was completely integrated with the surrounding darkness and deathly silence.
In the state of perfection, <Shadow Demon Trace Steps>, combined with the power of the talisman, turned him into a truly imperceptible shadow at this moment.
He didn't say another word. He swayed and disappeared into the boundless darkness like water droplets dripping into an ink pond.
Zhao Da Niu looked at the disappearing figure of Lu Chen with complicated eyes. In the end, he could only nod his head, and began to follow Lu Chen's instructions, carefully sprinkling realgar and Sulfur powder around the ruins, and setting up a simple cordon.
Within the ruins, there was deathly silence.
Lu Chen's figure is like a wisp of weightless smoke, passing silently between the broken walls and ruins.
His [Eye of Delusion Breaking] had long been turned on. Deep in his eyes, clear light was flowing. The seemingly peaceful ruins around him presented a different scene in his field of vision.
In the air, there are still countless mixed bloody resentments, they are like ownerless ghosts, floating aimlessly.
And in the center of the altar that was razed to the ground by Wind Thunder Spell-Breaking Talisman, there was an extremely obscure and cold aura with a rhythm unique to living creatures, like a candle in the wind, looming.
"Sure enough, there is something else."
Lu Chen snorted coldly in his heart, and without any pause, he sneaked straight towards the source of the breath.
The closer you get, the clearer the cold aura becomes.
When Lu Chen finally pushed aside a pile of blackened bones and rubble and arrived at the center of the altar, his pupils suddenly shrank.
At the bottom of the huge crater that was blasted out, a miniature vortex the size of a fist, made up of thick, oil-like black liquid, was slowly and regularly rotating.
The remaining traces of blood evil resentment are being continuously sucked into this small vortex and turned into nourishment for its growth.
And in the very center of the vortex, a crystal nucleus the size of a sesame seed emitting a faint red light was looming like a sleeping embryo.
This is the true prototype of the so-called Blood God Child!
It was not completely destroyed in the previous explosion, but relied on some kind of Secret Method to transform into this more hidden and difficult-to-detect form, lurking here and silently absorbing strength, waiting for the opportunity to make a comeback!
Just when Lu Chen discovered it, the small vortex seemed to sense the breath of living creatures, and its rotation speed suddenly accelerated!
"Whoops!"
A black liquid line thinner than a hair, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, burst out of the vortex without warning and went straight to Lu Chen's face!
This blow was fast, accurate, hard and silent, full of deadly sneak attacks!
However, what greeted it was a palm that was already ready to go and was wrapped in a thick layer of Mystic Black Protective Qi.
"Crack!"
A soft sound.
When the black liquid line, which was enough to penetrate iron and stone, came into contact with Protective Qi in the palm of Lu Chen's perfect state, it was as if it had hit an invisible wall and instantly exploded into a pool of black stains without any threat.
"Huh?!"
A high-pitched neigh that didn't sound like a human voice, full of surprise and rage, sounded directly in Lu Chen's mind!
The small vortex surged suddenly and turned into a vague baby's face, but full of endless resentment!
"You... ruined... my... arrival..."
The intermittent mental fluctuations full of resentment are like steel needles piercing Lu Chen's soul!
However, the mental impact that was enough to make an ordinary warrior lose his mind instantly hit Lu Chen's mind that had long been frozen like a cold pool for thousands of years, but it failed to stir up even a single ripple.
"Advent?" Lu Chen's mouth curved with a cold arc. "It seems that you are not the real owner, you are just a chess piece thrown out to explore the way."
He stopped probing, and thrust out his right hand. His five fingers formed into claws, and with a weight and concentration as thick as an eternal rock, he fiercely grabbed at the resentful baby's face!
"Seeking death!"