Chapter 182

So... if that's the case, I should be able to find the original owner of this body right here.

Zuo Jian of this, Zuo Jian subconsciously looked down and watched as the Thorn Chains on his wrist gradually extended in a certain direction.

But...

When the chain was halfway extended, some dim shadows suddenly appeared not far away. He could tell that the thing with a human-shaped outline was the one connected to his wrist.

However, just as the outline of the shadowy figure was about to become clear, the same thing that had been felt before, which should be called the wailing of the Collective Souls, rang out again from the Zuo Jian.

But this time... it's even more tragic?

But that's not the point. The point is that Zuo Jian watched as the outline that was about to appear before him flickered a few times, and then, accompanied by the wails of the Collective Souls, it seemed to be covered by black mist again and disappeared from his sight.

"???"

What the hell? What's going on? Why does it appear halfway through and then seem to be obscured again?

Come out here!

Zuo Jian shouted in his heart, and then the outline not far away appeared again. This time, Zuo Jian could even faintly make out the figure of a woman and shackles in it.

But...

Just as it was about to fully reveal itself, the mournful howls grew even louder, so much so that the black mist dispersed and concealed its shape much more quickly than before.

"Ha??"

He squinted at the disappearing black mist before him, then without hesitation, he took a step forward and strode towards the other party.

But...

Unexpectedly, the black mist carrying the figure seemed to have shifted and retreated directly backward.

"??????"

While Zuo Jian was still reeling from the shock, the black mist quickly moved and disappeared from his sight.

He looked down, a strained expression on his face, at the half-broken Thorn Chains on his wrist. For a moment, he didn't even know what to say, but...

"I don't have time to waste here playing your nonsense!"

He growled, watching the figure about to reappear before him, and strode forward. The figure, just as before, didn't hesitate and began a bizarre, horizontal movement in the opposite direction—

Only.

Splash!

The dark figure suddenly stopped in its tracks, and then a sound like a chain taut echoed throughout the space.

With a cold expression, Zuo Jian gripped the chain around his wrist as he walked towards the shadowy figure, pulling the other person towards him with the chain!

"Hey... running around like that... haven't you had enough?"

The next moment, the wails of the Collective Souls rang out more mournfully than before, and at one point they almost turned into wailing.

However, it was clear that this could not stop Zuo Jian from rapidly approaching. Without a doubt, Zuo Jian would close in before the black mist could once again help them conceal themselves.

However, the next time, something unexpected happened again.

As Zuo Jian dragged the chain, a somewhat painful murmur suddenly rang in his ears.

It wasn't the kind of unconscious, almost instinctive sound of the Collective Souls, but rather a repetitive, euphonious sound that constantly repeated and amplified its pitch.

... This was intentional...

As the distance gradually closed, Zuo Jian saw it.

A pink Sarkaz woman was now bound by chains, nestled among the dark skeletons.

The chain he was holding was tightening around the other person's neck...

"... Damn it."

Upon Zuo Jian almost immediately let go of his hand.

However, the next moment, without being pulled along, the other person simply disappeared from sight.

Damn it, there's even this other factor?

Considering just now

Given the distance, Zuo Jian worried that if he continued to drag her like this, he might cause her even greater pain.

"Damn it, come to think of it, am I that scary... hiding like this... I was clearly..."

"Wait... before?"

Zuo Jian squinted and glanced at his current physical condition.

You can't see the face, so you don't know what kind of face you're wearing, but the body parts are definitely human.

Whether it's flesh and blood or anything else, nothing is missing.

If he wasn't mistaken... the image of his own consciousness was actually a representation of its intensity, or rather, its suppressive power.

He had almost no control over Laurentina, so what appeared to him was nothing more than a headless skeleton.

And before that... did I subconsciously try to suppress the entire space?

Or perhaps, due to his emotions, he developed the thought of 'I must save everything,' and thus unconsciously amplified his suppressive power throughout this space?

I don't understand. How could he possibly understand this? After all, he was reincarnated without any instructions on what to do in his consciousness space. It's already a lot of work for him to figure out his physical abilities!

Why...

Zuo Jian sighed, then estimated that the combined consciousness of these so-called Collective Souls, plus the Sarkaz woman from before, was probably several times stronger than Laurentina's. He considered how much he should reduce the suppression in this space.

Let's start by trying this.

He muttered to himself, then looked at his left chest area.

To be honest, I'm not even used to the feeling of having an organ called the heart beating in my chest.

The hand transformed into sharp claws, plunging into the chest and tearing out the vibrant heart.

To be honest... it didn't hurt, but rather the fact that the thing in his chest had finally stopped made him feel a little relieved...

Alright, there's no time to worry about these things now. If this isn't enough, then I guess I'll have to separate out some more flesh and blood, or just turn it back into Bones in one go.

Fortunately, the current situation is not that troublesome.

The moment his heart was ripped out, Zuo Jian felt his... suppressive power over this space decrease.

The other person no longer seemed to feel... fear towards them.

It was because of this that Zuo Jian finally noticed that the black mist in front of him was beginning to dissipate, completely revealing the scene hidden within.

Zuo Jian forward, staring blankly at the Sarkaz woman bound by chains, his own Thorn Chains connecting directly to her chest...

She is the "shackle" that binds her consciousness here.

He approached her, looking at the Sarkaz woman with her eyes tightly closed... At that moment, she seemed to him like a fragile, ravaged white flower...

Kill her! She's the anchor that's keeping you trapped here!

If I crush her, I can go back----

The wailing in their ears turned into urging. As if they had discussed it beforehand, the Collective Souls pushed the girl in front of them, along with her chains, into Zuo Jian's arms, while their previous words began to echo continuously.

Crush her! Crush her! Go back! Go back!

"Can even the most obliterated souls, whose humanity has been erased with the passage of time, still understand fear? Or is this kind of behavior, for you, a reasonable exchange of a small minority for the greater majority?"

The urging of the assembled Collective Souls almost subconsciously reignited Zuo Jian's anger, which had just subsided.

However, just as he was about to lash out, the figure he had been pushed into his arms made a faint sound.

"Who are you..."

She slightly opened her pale pink eyes, looking at Zuo Jian's face, as if recalling whether she had briefly seen this unfamiliar being just moments before.

Facing the woman in his arms, Zuo Jian tried hard to suppress the anger in his expression...

"My name is Zuo Jian, just an ordinary person... passing by. What about you?"

"Theresa ----"

The Sarkaz woman who called herself Theresa slightly raised her head, looking at the unfamiliar entity supporting her.

Ah... she remembered.

"Just now... it was you..."

Zuo Jian watched as the other person reached out and placed their hand on his shoulder, seemingly intending to get a good look at his face.

So, what exactly do I look like in this state?

Before Zuo Jian could finish his thought, he watched the other person's face gradually approaching... and a sense of foreboding seemed to creep up on him.

The next moment, everything happened so suddenly. Everything around them, whether it was the shackles formed by the Collective Souls or the woman named Theresa, vanished!

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a cold glint flash where Theresa's face should have been!

Bang!!!!

The blood-stained Circular Saw fell with tremendous force! My body barely hesitated; relying solely on instinct, I turned my head to dodge!

Whoosh!!!

Most of the saw blade was embedded in the hard floor, and flying gravel hit his face, sending a slight stinging sensation and reminding him of his current state.

We're back to reality.

Wait... how did he wake up... and this saw...

He glanced sideways at the Circular Saw not far from him; wasn't that Laurentina's weapon?

Realizing this, he quickly turned his head, wanting to say something, but the moment he turned, he bumped into a terrifying face!

Her silver-white hair fell down, revealing a pair of scarlet pupils that were now overflowing with murderous intent.

"Give it back to me! Give..."

Laurentina pressed her Zuo Jian against Zuo Jian's... or rather, Theresa's, her gaze fixed on him with eyes that seemed to drip blood.

"Give me back the Zuo Jian!!!"

Chapter Seventeen, Zuo Jian's Resolve

Just minutes before Zuo Jian awoke, Laurentina appeared in the small tomb, radiating an overwhelming killing intent fueled by rage.

At this moment, her gaze pierced through every Confessors around her, fixed solely on the figure that had collapsed in the corner.

Then, after someone shouted that she was in cahoots with the guy in the corner who killed Kuisatushta, these already somewhat abnormal Confessors seemed to think that as long as they drew their swords at the girl in front of them, they could cut through the embarrassing situation they had just been in, unable to move an inch in front of that unfamiliar "Theresa".

Even though... the other side doesn't seem like the kind of being that can be easily subdued by numerical superiority.

Laurentina stepped forward, watching the Confessors rush towards her, showing no intention of even looking at them directly. Even though some of them weren't as devoted to the doctrines of the so-called Confessors as the others, and instead, sensing the danger, quickly tried to escape in the chaos...

She ignored the fleeing individuals, just as she was too lazy to care about the Confessors at this moment. Among them was a white-haired girl lying on the ground, struggling to walk towards another unconscious blonde girl.

At this moment, Laurentina's eyes were fixed only on Zuo Jian and the strange, hateful Sarkaz woman's body that imprisoned Zuo Jian's consciousness!

She assumed a running stance, and the next moment her tense body unleashed a terrifying force, instantly turning the area behind her into a scene of utter devastation!

The scene that unfolded when she came into contact with the counterattacking Confessors could not be described as a battle at all.

The sounds of flesh being torn apart, bones shattering, blood gushing out, and the struggles before death—countless drops of blood, like ink spilled on paper, were used by this sudden intruder to paint a scene called hell!

A battle? No, it was nothing more than a one-sided slaughter. She was like a giant, ever-advancing meat grinder, and the Confessors were like chunks of meat being processed, one after another.

Perhaps some of them, after witnessing their companions' figures instantly turn into scattered limbs, will suddenly realize—not of their own crimes, but of their regret for not having secretly escaped with those "clever" people in the chaos?

But clearly, all they could do at that moment was regret and condemn their foolishness of the previous few seconds, because the next moment, that crazed killer had torn the distance between them apart, bringing the scene of flying blood and flesh from one end to the other.

' Zuo Jian... I'm coming right away... I'll take care of these scum blocking my way right away!!!!'

Laurentina repeated it to herself, then quickened her pace!

Meanwhile, in the corner on the other side, the white-haired Confessors, who had been completely ignored, was supporting the blonde girl, repeatedly calling her name.

"Liz, are you alright? Are you okay? Liz, answer me..."

She checked his pulse with some concern, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, Liz is alright.