I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts-Chapter 398 - 297: The Forty-Fourth Missing Person
"Xiao Han, when it comes to combat ability, you might be above me, but when it comes to understanding artifacts, I can only say, there’s a deep ocean here, and you can’t handle it."
Dong Dachui carefully scrutinized the fragment of the antique artifact in his hand and spoke.
"First, let’s look at the material. This material is not any known material on Blue Star."
"Then there’s the energy circuit engraved inside it, which is different from the current common spiritual energy circuits."
"Look here, it’s designed with an embedded slot, about the size of a coin, it should be for launching projectiles, so in my view, this is a projectile-type artifact."
An expert can tell at a glance.
Dong Dachui indeed lived up to being an Artifact Refining Master. Even though he’d never seen such an antique artifact before, he could still deduce so much from a fragment.
"Why are there so many fine lines?"
"They should be for extending energy channels, and can also control something at the front... I understand now, this is a Yan Soldier!"
Yan Soldiers also exist on Blue Star, but the methods of using them are quite different from this antique artifact.
Hearing Dong Dachui’s words, Han Zhan asked, "Uncle Dong, you really can’t repair this artifact?"
Dong Dachui blew out his mustache and glared at Han Zhan.
"Didn’t I say already, no!"
"Even if I could replicate its spiritual energy circuit, and succeed, its one-piece material has been damaged, even the master who made it couldn’t repair it."
Can’t be repaired.
After receiving Dong Dachui’s repeated negative answer, Han Zhan sighed.
What a pity.
This Yan Soldier Sword Box was still pretty good to use, if repaired, it could be a great artifact.
"From your tone, is there really someone who can use this antique artifact?"
This was Shen Zheqi asking.
After receiving Han Zhan’s affirmative answer, his black-rimmed eyes widened.
"Who is it!"
"Where is that person now, I need to find him!"
Shen Zheqi was so excited because they had also found many such antique artifacts during their explorations of ruins.
But because they couldn’t be used, they had been left to gather dust in the warehouse, only to be displayed as antiques for viewing.
If there really was someone who could successfully use these antique artifacts, it would be an absolutely valuable "treasure"!
"Where is he?"
Han Zhan repeated the question.
"I also want to know, where he is."
...
Chunhai City.
Where there’s the Black Dance Hall, there’s the Black Casino.
The Northern County Celestial Net, due to underlying logic reasons, isn’t allowed to infiltrate private venues.
Tier Nine Ultimate Lin Jingxuan and his Heaven and Earth Array were more for repelling external foes than preventing internal decay.
Inside the Black Casino, it’s a den of smoke and chaos.
There are gamblers who’ve lost red-eyed, dragged aside like dead dogs, being punched and kicked.
And wealthy individuals with capital sitting with women on both arms, scantily clad ladies calling them brother, making them beam with joy.
And more of them, just ordinary people.
They don’t want to strive, only hoping to get rich overnight, gaining wealth without effort.
Zhao Hancheng is one of those people.
He used to be under Shen Zheqi’s Third War Zone, a captain of an exploration team.
Due to an accident in the Northern Ruins, his entire right hand was severed, permanently losing his right hand.
His Contracted Spirit also died completely saving him.
Zhao Hancheng lived in Sanatorium No.3, passing his days in confusion.
After his injuries healed, he left the sanatorium with a sum of compensation but had nowhere to go.
With his Contracted Spirit gone and only his left hand remaining, he completely lost the qualification to continue exploring ruins.
Zhao Hancheng bought a house in Chunhai City, settling here, and by chance, he discovered the existence of the Black Casino.
From then on, he was utterly unable to stop.
He invested all his remaining compensation money into it, and when the compensation wasn’t enough, he sold his house, living and eating there.
Today, luck seemed to be on Zhao Hancheng’s side.
He continued to be the banker and swept the floor all around, not only winning back everything he’d lost before but also having a significant surplus!
Zhao Hancheng excitedly used his only left hand to gather the enormous amount of chips in front of him.
"Hahaha!"
"Quit while you’re ahead! Quit while you’re ahead!" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"With this amount of money, I can buy a bigger house and marry a pretty ordinary woman."
"I want to have three children, all of them will go to the Third War Zone, to inherit their father’s mantle and explore ruins!"
Zhao Hancheng happily planned his future while converting all his chips into wealth.
He patted the "wealth" he put into his pocket and decided to first go to the restroom.
In the restroom, Zhao Hancheng was loosening his belt, humming a cheerful tune, and relieving himself.
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and a bone-chilling cold swept straight to his brain.
Zhao Hancheng reacted extremely swiftly.
Without having time to pull up his pants, he quickly crouched down and spun around to deliver a full-force punch.
Of course, he used his left hand.
Although Zhao Hancheng had lost his right hand, his strength was still at Tier Five, and the combat instinct of a Combat Spirit Contract Master was not to be underestimated.
"Hey, plotting to rob the robber, huh? I knew you guys were going to do something like this, so I’ve been on guard!"
While speaking, Zhao Hancheng peed all over himself.
But as one of the former members exploring ruins, such filth was nothing to him.
Zhao Hancheng’s punch was delivered with full force.
The speed of the punch was extremely fast, nearly on par with when he was at his peak.
Just when he thought his punch could easily knock down the ambusher, an unexpected situation occurred.
Zhao Hancheng’s fist hit a black shadow, but in the next second, the black shadow dissipated into a puff of smoke.
"Clap, clap, clap!"
A rhythmic applause sounded from the other side, a figure in a black hood appeared out of nowhere.
"As expected of the exploration ace of the former Third War Zone; even with only one hand left and being out of training for so long, your reaction speed is still this quick."
While speaking, the black hood was removed, revealing the true face hidden within.
"It’s you?!"
Zhao Hancheng squinted his eyes, recognizing the person.
"Meng Xiaobei, didn’t expect it to be you to strike. When did you fall to being a henchman for the Black Casino?"
"Henchman?" Meng Xiaobei chuckled, "No, you’re wrong, I’m not a henchman."
"I’m here to take your life."
As soon as Meng Xiaobei finished speaking, he casually tossed three black dice onto the ground.
The moment the three dice hit the floor, they transformed into three black shadows, each two meters high, holding long scythes, moving toward Zhao Hancheng to encircle him.
Meng Xiaobei looked at the frame that appeared in his hand out of thin air.
Inside the frame was a bizarre and twisted oil painting.
It was divided into forty-six pieces.
Forty-three pieces had already been painted anew.
Meng Xiaobei said indifferently, "The forty-fourth piece."
