The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 884 - 418: Massacre! (Part 3)

Crack!

Dr. Aaron’s neck tilted, his head drooping.

Gu Jianlin once again drew a bizarre symbol on his forehead, granting him a despairing rebirth.

After completing this, he looked at the dungeon plank sealed with chains and kicked it down.

Dust swept over him as he walked in expressionlessly.

Skylark hummed a delightful tune, her eyes glinting with a cruel light, watching the despairing soul in the Soul Comforting Bell, she let out a resounding, exhilarating laughter that echoed in the dark depths of the dungeon.

"Speak your secret, old creature."

She ordered gleefully, her eyes fixated on the cold back before her.

This was truly one of her kind.

Cold, ruthless, sharp, fierce.

This was the most perfect life, given time it would become her most powerful weapon.

The coffin sealing Director Chen slammed onto the ground, scattering dust.

Li Qingsong strode over, shattering the hard transparent coffin with a punch, releasing him.

Dr. Aaron extracted Life Medicine Liquid and injected it into his body, silently waiting for his vitality to recover.

In the flash of light, their faces were pale, the blood-red mark on their forehead was striking.

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Gu Jianlin led the way, the crisp sound of bells echoing in the dungeon.

An aged, hoarse voice rang out, as if in confession.

"My name is Aaron, I am currently the person with the deepest understanding of the You Ying Law in this world. Because I personally participated in the king’s corpse research, during this process I paid a terrible price. Because the king’s corpse mutated, he didn’t completely die but instead turned into a bizarre monster."

"He is perpetually in slumber, yet possesses primitive instincts, he erodes every being with a soul or devours people who could provide him nourishment. We once attempted to destroy his corpse, but he is seemingly immortal, even if we dismember and bury him, time would reverse to before dismemberment."

"This is the king’s own strength, but also a result of You Ying Law’s peculiarities."

"I believed this until eight years ago a tragedy occurred in the Jiang Family, a young heir was murdered, his Holy Corpse secretly taken away, turning into a desiccated body."

"But what terrified us was, this body also mutated."

"Though not as strong as the king, the signs were identical to the king’s!"

The dungeon plunged into an eerie silence.

Skylark gazed at the ancient soul in the Soul Comforting Bell, suddenly seeming to understand.

Gu Jianlin halted his steps, also noticing the desiccated corpse bound by chains in the dungeon’s deepest part.

Jiang Chuge’s limbs were securely bound by chains, his withered face bore an eerie smile, his rank was a powerful Holy Land Level, and the aura he emitted was ominous.

In the mysterious silence, his strange voice could even be heard beckoning.

As if tempting ignorant souls.

So then, when an evolver’s Holy Corpse is taken, they turn into terrifying monsters.

So did the Red King!

His Holy Corpse was also taken from him!

Thus the Jiang Family spared no effort to seal him, unable to expose his existence.

Until the arrival of Divine Ruins!

Which raises the question.

Who took the Red King’s Holy Corpse?

Truly intriguing.

"Immortal?"

Gu Jianlin approached without fear, speaking indifferently: "The Red King is immortal, are you too?"

The answer was revealed immediately.

Because he raised his hand, scorching Thunder erupted, suddenly piercing the monster’s throat before him.

The terrifying smile on Jiang Chuge’s face froze abruptly, the mysterious murmurs ceased instantly.

"Third one."

He carved a Corpse Ghost talisman on this monster’s head, turning around without reluctance.

Skylark played with the Soul Comforting Bell, gazing at the youth’s silhouette, her eyes increasingly full of intrigue.

Gu Jianlin left the dungeon, torrential rain roared like a sea tide, lightning illuminated his hard-lined face.

Thunder rumbled in the pitch-black sky.

His voice was like Thunder too.

"Jiang Chunyang, come forth and face death."

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Boom!

Candles in the tent flickered like the dim Sea of Light, amidst the glow, an old man was prostrate in devout prayer.

Jiang Chunyang heard the voice akin to Thunder, suddenly startled.

"Jiang Chunyang, come forth and face death!"

That voice was so solemn and murderous, as if Thunder rumbled.

"Taihua."

He murmured: "Taihua has come! Impossible, this can’t be! You’re supposed to be dead!"