The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins-Chapter 145: Anger Secret Ceremony (1K Monthly Ticket Extra)

"No, you can't be saved. I'm very... Bah, I'm very quick. Just hold on."

"I'm the only heir of the Warren family! I'm nobility, I can pay the ran... Gah!!"

Snap~

The violent struggling and whimpering abruptly ceased as Zhu Haomiao's fluid movements suddenly paused, his pupils slightly contracted.

Wait, did he just say the word ransom?

Incredulously staring at the head in his hand, twisted 360 degrees, and its grim, twisted expression, eyes unable to shut in death, Zhu Haomiao instantly wore a mask of pain.

No, bro...

If you had money, why didn't you say so earlier!!!

Twisting his head back and setting it straight again, Zhu Haomiao carefully cradled his cheeks, trying to find a sliver of life. Yet as soon as he let go, the broken neck couldn't support the head, making it wobble around on his shoulders like a prayer wheel, the grim eyes refusing to close wandering everywhere.

Zhu Haomiao: "......"

It's over. This neck is like a propeller; really can't be saved!

Throwing the corpse away in utter grief, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but look at his bloodstained hands.

Why can't I control these hands?!

Fiercely smacking his own hand backs, Zhu Haomiao looked around, trying to find another survivor. But under his highly efficient "rescue," all surviving sparks of life had long been snuffed out by him.

"......"

Why didn't you say you had money earlier?!!

You'd rather die than let me get rich, huh?!

Your hearts are so black!!

After a bout of impotent rage, Zhu Haomiao collected his feelings and slowly walked toward the last flicker of life like a candle in the wind.

Embedded deeply in the last remaining beam of a reinforced concrete house, Harvey, with his armor severely deformed, had a steady stream of thick blood flowing from his mouth like a waterfall. Yet his poisonous, hateful eyes were firmly locked on the approaching Zhu Haomiao. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Standing slowly in front of him, Zhu Haomiao looked down upon his eyes.

There was no disdain, no hatred, no anger, but this ant-like pitiful gaze deeply pierced Harvey's spirit.

"Son of a bitch..."

"Beast..."

"Fuck you..."

His throat choked with blood, listening to his indistinct helpless rage, Zhu Haomiao sighed slightly with exasperation, bending slightly, placing a hand near his ear, making a listening gesture.

"What did you say? Speak up, I can't hear you!"

To be humiliated even when close to death made Harvey quake with rage, more blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.

As if experiencing a final burst of energy, Harvey regained his strength and sneered at Zhu Haomiao with his eyes fixed tightly.

"Don't be arrogant. There are dozens of generals in the Empire stronger than me, they will avenge me!"

But the expected apprehension didn't show; instead, Harvey saw a deep joy and anticipation from the other's eyes.

"I don't need to seek you out, you'll come to me voluntarily?"

"Is there really such a good thing?!"

"......"

Harvey stared blankly at Zhu Haomiao, trying to catch a glint of fear or pretense in his eyes.

But to his bewilderment, this guy was smiling like an innocent child.

As if the generals of the Empire were not seeking revenge, but bringing him gifts!

Madman!

A single word leapt into his mind. Harvey stared blankly at Zhu Haomiao, with his vitality exhausted to the limit gradually flickering out, the light in his eyes dimming.

At the very last moment of his life, an inexplicable fear surged within him.

In a daze, he seemed to see an endless sea of corpses and blood behind Zhu Haomiao, with trillions of skeletal bones piled into a landmass.

In the horrific depths of Hell, Zhu Haomiao's shadow projected an indescribable monstrous evil, radiating dark flames like a sun, emitting unspeakable twisted whispers.

"Devil! Satan!"

A sudden revelation, on the brink of death, Harvey faintly saw through Zhu Haomiao's shell-hiding essence, screaming hysterically.

"God!"

"You'll go to Hell!"

"The Lord will judge you, you'll fall eternally into a lake of fire!"

Listening to his inexplicable wailing, Zhu Haomiao tilted his head curiously.

"God? How many divisions does God have?"

"......"

"I've never killed God. Let him come and spar with me~"

Staring at Zhu Haomiao's eyes, Harvey's eyes became dimmer and dimmer, muttering mouthfuls, like curses, like prayers.

"Desecration... Devil... Antichrist..."

Realizing this guy's about to die, Zhu Haomiao hurriedly took action.

Snap~

Like slaughtering a chicken, breaking Harvey's neck, Zhu Haomiao slowly straightened up, drawing a satisfied deep breath.

After killing the last enemy, guided by spirituality, some kind of cruel ritual was completely completed invisibly. A scarlet mist covered hundreds of meters, turning the entire manor into a twisted and evil altar.

In the next second, a scarlet thread wafted from all the bodies, countless thin mists converging and condensing, forming a drop of blood in front of Zhu Haomiao, exuding a high-temperature red light, hot and sticky as molten lava.

Destruction!

Slaughter!

Ruin!

Madness!

......

Feeling the profound divinity contained in this drop of blood, Zhu Haomiao narrowed his eyes, and the blood hovering in front of him instantly sunk into his brow.

Boom!

The bloodshot eyes bulged wide, an extreme pain filled his brain.

An indescribable ferocious energy surged within him, his heart began beating uncontrollably faster, and the blood vessels all over his body bulged and writhed like black earthworms.

In the Spiritual Vision of onlookers, a ferocious blood-red light soared into the sky, and the terrible pressure hundreds of meters away made people's hearts shudder with fear.

"He... he actually wasn't using his full strength!!"

Exchanging incredulous glances, even Tia hadn't anticipated that the other side was hiding such immense power.

"Just to lure us in, that guy put on such a pathetic act! How insidious!"

As the crowd grew infuriated in terror and resentment, not far away, the towering blood light slowly receded and extinguished, and the over two-meter tall burly figure shrank, returning to its original slender and well-proportioned form in no time.

Phew~

Exhaling a long breath, the bulging veins on Zhu Haomiao's face gradually receded, and the twisted, writhing madness of blood in his eyes sank deep into his pupils, suppressed to the lowest depths of his sea of consciousness.

Controlling [anger], [Dao Heart]+10

Dao Heart: LV.2→LV.3 (8/300)

If it weren't for [Dao Heart] coincidentally leveling up, I might not have been able to suppress the upgraded [anger] so easily...

With newfound understanding, Zhu Haomiao took slow and deep breaths, casting his gaze towards the [Book of Black].

Completion of [anger] secret ceremony, [anger]+3000

[anger]: LV.5→LV.7 (80/3000)

[Strength] +10

[Qi] +7

[Body] +9

[Dexterity] +8

Letting his gaze linger on those special four characters, Zhu Haomiao nodded knowingly.