The rat tail could be fused with the Butcher, but the improvement would hardly make it much stronger than it was now.
The two pairs of eyes had no other use either, aside from being fused into an eye-type sacrificial item.
As for the Tumbler Doll, he could think of nothing beyond granting the ability to stay upright.
And that book...
Chu Sheng was even more baffled by it.
A book recording five thousand years of Chinese history!
Thinking about all this, Chu Sheng slowly closed his eyes.
Fusing the Dark-Gold Battle Armor had consumed a great deal of Mental Power, and he fell asleep within minutes of lying down.
At four in the morning.
An uninvited guest arrived outside the Netherworld Light.
Knock, knock, knock...
Youming relayed the sound of someone knocking on the Netherworld Light into the bedroom, accompanied by a mechanical voice.
"Someone has been detected knocking at the door. Allow entry?"
The eerie green ghostfire on the roof began to churn.
Chu Sheng had opened his eyes the moment the knocking started. After hearing Youming's voice, he closed them again and feigned sleep. "Youming, who's knocking?"
Even though his safety was well assured inside the Netherworld Light, more than half a year of living through the apocalypse had left him vigilant. The slightest disturbance at night would wake him.
Youming's voice sounded again. "Based on records and calculations, the probability that it is An Xi is 90%, someone from the Mechanical City is 5%, an anomaly is 4%, and Xingzi is 1%."
Chu Sheng's eyes snapped open, utter exasperation filling them.
There was no need to say more. It was definitely An Xi outside, and he knew exactly why she had come.
Outside the Netherworld Light, An Xi kept glancing around, looking thoroughly furtive.
"Chu Sheng