"Not bad. You didn't disappoint me."
Tang Luo looked at Jack and gave a slight nod.
"Not bad? Disappoint you?" Jack froze for a moment, then sneered again. "Are those your last words?"
He didn't know.
Tang Luo had meant every word.
The Resurrected One before him was pure evil.
When an embodiment of pure evil like this was destroyed, it was certain to yield a generous amount of merit.
Vengeful ghosts brimming with resentment, frenzied beasts, and the like were all the same as the Resurrected One before him.
They were embodiments of pure evil.
Even a person who was utterly evil, like Jack beside him, still had some chance of "laying down the butcher's knife."
One could choose to truly redeem him and gain merit.
Of course, that option basically didn't exist for Tang Luo.
He only redeemed people physically. Even when it came to spiritual redemption, he did it physically.
But an embodiment of pure evil like the one before him was truly rejected by all creation.
It had no right to "exist," nor any room to turn back.
Not even Tang Luo.
Even the Tathagata wouldn't let this thing lay down its butcher's knife.
All else being equal, destroying something like this would yield more merit than ordinary acts of punishing evil.
As they spoke.
The Resurrected One "dealt with" Scott at an astonishing speed.
It casually grabbed a corpse by its feet and began eating again.
But this time, after tearing into it a couple of times, it stopped.
Tang Luo had turned his gaze on it and fixed his eyes on it.
The Resurrected One dropped the body in its hand and stared at Tang Luo. In its chaotic, frenzied mind, a strange emotion gradually took shape.
A feeling it had never experienced before.
It was something primitive and ancient.
It was called "fear"!
Of course, being afraid didn't mean the Resurrected One would run away.
On the contrary, the unprecedented feeling sent it into a frenzy.
Instinct urged it to drop its food and grab the electric chair nearby.
The chair was firmly bolted to the floor and incredibly heavy.
In the Resurrected One's hands, it was like a little rock, easily lifted.
If it hadn't been injected with a massive dose of anesthetics, along with drugs potent enough to kill, the cells here couldn't have held it at all.
"Whoosh—"
With a dull roar, the electric chair flew toward Tang Luo.
In midair, its parts went flying in every direction.
They clattered to the ground, followed by the clang of metal hitting the floor.
The chair shattered, fragments flying everywhere.
Jack screamed as a fragment hit his arm, leaving him with another ugly wound.
As for Tang Luo, he was standing beside the electric chair.
As if he'd never moved at all.
It looked as though the Resurrected One had simply thrown the chair wide, while the fragments had just happened to fly past him.
He'd been incredibly lucky.
"Ha, ha."
After screaming, Jack began to laugh.
He was delighted to see the detective standing frozen in terror.
Jack had said Tang Luo had ruined everything for him.
Even if the Resurrected One tore Tang Luo apart on instinct, what then?
The Resurrected One would leave, and neither Jack nor the organization could capture a monster like that.
Even killing it would be difficult.
Let alone getting their hands on this one-of-a-kind specimen again and continuing their quest for immortality.
Besides, the man's two companions had already left.
Everything the organization had done would be exposed.
Even if those powerful figures with influence everywhere could clear their names, Jack White was finished.
Jack wanted Tang Luo to feel boundless terror before he died.
His despair and rage would be repaid a hundredfold!
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
Ignoring his wounds, Jack roared at the top of his lungs.
Of course, he couldn't control the Resurrected One.
But the "loud, tantrum-throwing brat" act would undoubtedly enrage a monster like it.
The Resurrected One hated the smell on Jack.
As long as Tang Luo was still alive, the Resurrected One wouldn't make Jack its first target.
Of course, there was a chance it might kill him by hurling something his way.
So Jack had picked a very clever spot.
He'd huddled beneath the stone platform, making himself as small as possible and peeking out with only his head.
A shrill wail, like a baby's cry, rang out from the Resurrected One's mouth. It also sounded a little like a cat.
That was its voice.
Tang Luo bent down and picked something up from the "wreckage of the electric chair" at his feet.
He tossed it up and down, weighing it in his hand.
It was a helmet, designed to hold the head in place and administer electric shocks.
Professor Yang's style.
Without even extending his arm, he flicked his wrist!
The Resurrected One's cry stopped. Stone cracked, and something hit the ground.
The helmet that had been in Tang Luo's hand just a moment ago was now embedded in the wall.
The Resurrected One's head had burst into a mass of bloody pulp.
The blood even splattered across the ceiling.
Jack's roar abruptly cut off.
"Quite the 'vitality,' huh?"
Tang Luo looked at the Resurrected One.
The headless monster hadn't fallen. It was still standing where it was.
Fleshy tendrils extended from its neck, writhing and tangling like venomous snakes.
A moment later, a new head had grown back.
The only difference from before was that its few remaining strands of hair had fallen out completely!
How miserable!
"Roar!"
The Resurrected One threw its head back and howled. A faint ripple even seemed to flash above it.
Its roar filled the room, echoing again and again until Jack's ears throbbed with pain.
Before the roar had even faded, the Resurrected One charged at Tang Luo on its thick legs.
Its strides weren't especially fast, but its towering body gave it impressive speed.
In three steps, it reached Tang Luo and loomed over him.
It raised its right hand, spreading and curling its five fingers!
Like five black scimitars, they slashed viciously at Tang Luo!
The sudden burst of speed turned the Resurrected One's hand into a blur.
Unlike its deafening roar, the hand's swift movement and sharp fingertips scraped against the air, producing a shrill whistling sound.
It was as if a needle were desperately trying to drill into his ears.
Jack clapped his hands over his ears in agony, feeling warm blood on his palms.
But he still stared at Tang Luo with wide eyes.
He wanted to watch him die!
Tang Luo clenched his right hand into a fist, drew it slightly back to his waist, then swung.
An immense force shoved the air aside.
A wave of air formed, and a gale swept through the basement.
Jack's eyes snapped shut on instinct. He heard something hit the ground with a "plop."
He opened his eyes.
An absurdly long, grayish-white arm lay right in front of him.
Its five fingers were still curled like scimitars.
As if operating an old, rusty machine, Jack struggled to lift his chin and turn his head.
He saw the Resurrected One, reduced to a third of its body and two legs, slowly fall over.
Everything else had been blown into a fan-shaped cloud of bloody fragments.
They covered the space behind the Resurrected One.
Tang Luo glanced at the Resurrected One's corpse, turned away, and walked toward Jack.
Jack kicked his legs in terror.
He slammed into a protruding edge of the stone platform, then slumped back onto the ground.
"Don't come any closer..."
Jack pressed his back against the stone platform. There was nowhere left to retreat.
Or rather, he no longer had the courage to run in either direction.
In Jack's eyes, the man before him had become a monster even more terrifying than the Resurrected One.
He was merely wearing a layer of human skin.
Jack finally understood what had happened to the heavy table embedded in the wall.
Tang Luo crouched down, then wiped his fingers on a relatively clean part of Jack's clothes.
He wiped away a little blood and grease that hadn't dried on his fingers.
Standing again, Tang Luo said to Jack, "Good and evil both meet their due. Layman, I'll send you to the next world now."
"Wh—"
Jack's voice cut off. His eyes quickly went dim.
Outside the Mental Hospital.
Zhou Zhenguo pulled out a cigarette he'd gotten from who knew where and puffed away.
"Xiao Chu, stop walking around. You're making me dizzy."
Xiao Chu was pacing back and forth in front of him.
"Uncle Zhou, I was wondering... did we miss something?" Xiao Chu asked.
"Miss what?" Zhou Zhenguo asked in return.
"The rewards! Besides the reward for completing the mission, there might've been other benefits we could've gotten during it!"
Xiao Chu said, "Do you think that organization might have had something good we could take?"
"Maybe."
Zhou Zhenguo made no comment either way.
"They're chasing immortality and conducting human experiments. They might've made some progress. Things like human-enhancement drugs or mutation techniques." Xiao Chu was heartbroken, as if he'd lost a hundred million.
He'd only thought of it after they'd left.
"Maybe they really do have something." Zhou Zhenguo said, "Look at those big guys. They're all built like bodybuilders. Doesn't seem normal to me."
"..." Xiao Chu was devastated.
A chance to make a fortune had once stood before him.
He hadn't cherished it, and now that he'd lost it, he regretted it bitterly.
What did he mean, lost it?
Obviously, Master Xuanzang was still inside.
Whatever benefits there were, Master Xuanzang would surely take them.
Xiao Chu wasn't shameless enough, nor was he strong enough, to wait for Tang Luo to come out and ask for a share.
A while later, the little iron door opened, and Tang Luo walked out.
He looked exactly as he had when he went in.
"Master, were there any ambushes inside? Was it dangerous?" Xiao Chu asked.
"No, it's not dangerous," Tang Luo said honestly.
A Resurrected One he could kill with a single punch, and a self-important merit provider.
Dangerous?
Not at all.
Not only was he not dangerous, but because he'd committed so many evil deeds,
he'd provided Tang Luo with more merit than anyone else since he'd entered this mission world.
As usual, Tang Luo set some aside for later and used the rest to heal his injuries.
The results were impressive.
Originally, to avoid aggravating his injuries, Tang Luo could only use about five percent of his strength.
It wasn't that he couldn't fight at a higher level.
But doing so would worsen his injuries.
After this treatment with merit, Tang Luo's "injury-free limit" had successfully risen to six percent. A cause for celebration.
It could also be considered a six-percent recovery from his injuries.
Rounded up, that meant he'd recovered a hundred million!
So Tang Luo wore a warm smile.
Xiao Chu watched him and beat his chest in regret, wishing he could go back to a few minutes earlier and beat up his past self for choosing to leave.
Every recommendation ticket you give is equivalent to a hundred million. You've never had a deal this good before, have you? Tempted?
Thanks to Shangli Qingchen, Heavenly Base Wuming, Immortal Seal, Emperor Ying, Waves Everywhere, Disable Safe Mode, and Fat Monkey with Premature Kidney Failure for the tips!
There'll be another update tonight.
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