The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!-Chapter 129: Giant Tentacles!

"But I saw something... in a dream." She paused. "... giant tentacles."

"When I woke up, I was on the shore of an island."

Her voice carried a strange certainty.

"I must have been saved by Kraken."

Su Mo stared at her.

Yang Qingxi also stared at her.

Neither of them spoke.

If she had said she encountered a cultivator...or some hidden expert...it would have been easier to accept.

But Kraken?

Su Mo opened his mouth slightly—then closed it again.

He decided not to comment.

At that moment, his expression changed slightly.

"They’ve left."

The conversation ended instantly.

"Let’s go."

The three sparrows slipped out of the utility room and moved down the corridor silently.

With a faint push of spiritual energy, the mortuary door unlocked.

They slipped inside.

The temperature dropped immediately.

Cold air wrapped around them like a thin layer of frost.

Once inside, they transformed back into their human forms.

Rows upon rows of bodies lay before them, each covered with white sheets.

There were too many.

Far too many, as even with the mortuary’s storage capacity, it wasn’t enough. The hospital had adjusted the entire room’s air conditioning to preserve the bodies temporarily.

The silence here felt heavier.

Leng Shuang glanced around, her expression turning serious.

"Master..." she said quietly, "how did you find this place so quickly?"

She hesitated slightly.

"I had the map, but... You didn’t even look at it."

Su Mo didn’t answer. He was already focusing on the bodies.

Yang Qingxi spoke instead.

"It’s because of Yin energy."

Leng Shuang turned to her.

"Yin energy?"

Yang Qingxi nodded.

"Places with a large number of dead naturally gather Yin energy. It’s one of the easiest ways to locate such areas."

Leng Shuang frowned slightly.

"Is this related to the elements Master mentioned before?"

Yang Qingxi raised a brow.

"Su Mo hasn’t explained that to you yet?"

Leng Shuang shook her head honestly.

"I asked before," she said, "but he said I was too weak and needed to improve my cultivation first."

Yang Qingxi nodded in understanding.

"That’s reasonable."

She glanced at Su Mo briefly.

"Learning beyond your current capacity isn’t helpful."

Her tone was calm, but her eyes held a faint glint.

"A proper foundation is more important."

Leng Shuang nodded slowly.

Meanwhile, Su Mo stood silently before the rows of corpses, his expression gradually turning serious. The faint chill of the mortuary didn’t seem to affect him at all.

His pupils slowly turned a deep, blood-red.

Leng Shuang noticed it immediately. Her eyes widened slightly as she leaned closer, curiosity flashing across her face.

"Master’s eyes changed colour..." she whispered.

Yang Qingxi glanced at Su Mo briefly, her expression calm. "He’s using his ability."

She didn’t elaborate further. There was no need. If Su Mo wanted, he would tell her himself. She only said vaguely.

"With those eyes... Su Mo could see what ordinary people could never touch—the memories left behind in the dead."

Though shocked, Leng Shuang’s attention, however, didn’t stay there for long. Her thoughts quickly drifted elsewhere.

"Miss Yang," she said in a hushed voice, "don’t you think this is a bit of a coincidence?"

Yang Qingxi gave her a sidelong glance. "What is?"

"All three of us now have red eyes," Leng Shuang said with a hint of excitement. "Should we give our group a name? Something like... ’Red Eye Gang’?"

Yang Qingxi’s expression froze for half a second.

Then she rolled her eyes.

"What do you think we are?" she replied flatly. "Street thugs?"

Her tone turned colder. "Don’t say that kind of ridiculous name in front of Su Mo."

Leng Shuang blinked. "Why?"

Yang Qingxi crossed her arms. "Because if he hears it, he’ll definitely increase the intensity of your training."

Leng Shuang shuddered visibly.

"...Really?"

Then her face changed.

"Then I’m done for."

She instinctively lowered her voice even further, glancing nervously at Su Mo.

"With his hearing... how could he have missed that?"

Yang Qingxi chuckled lightly. "Relax. He didn’t."

Leng Shuang froze.

Then, Yang Qingxi added, "He’s busy reading the memories. He doesn’t have time to pay attention to you right now."

Leng Shuang let out a long breath of relief.

"That’s good..."

Even someone like her, who had endured countless dangerous missions and had a high tolerance for pain, couldn’t help but feel uneasy when it came to Su Mo’s "training."

It wasn’t just painful—it pushed her to her absolute limits every single time.

If the intensity increased any further...

She wasn’t sure if her body could keep up.

But she would certainly become mentally broken.

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Meanwhile, Su Mo’s consciousness had already sunk into the fragmented memories of the dead.

The first one he examined belonged to a prison guard.

The moment the memory unfolded, the scene of the prison yard appeared before him.

Gunfire. Chaos. Blood.

The guards didn’t even have time to react. The attack was too fast and coordinated.

And at the centre of it all was Ye Chen.

Standing above the prison wall, looking down at everything with cold indifference.

Su Mo’s brows furrowed slightly.

[After going to prison, Ye Chen seems to have completely let go of his restraints...]

[But it’s only been a week.]

[What could have triggered such a drastic change?]

He shifted to another memory.

This guard had fought back.

Even in the chaos, he had managed to shoot down two prisoners before being overwhelmed.

The final moments were blurred. Gunfire, crazy shouts of the criminals, then darkness.

The next memory was even shorter.

That guard didn’t even know how he died.

A sudden impact from behind, then everything ended.

Su Mo withdrew slightly, his expression thoughtful.

[Looking through the guards’ memories is inefficient.]

[Too much chaos and too little useful information.]

He shifted his focus to the prisoners.

The first body he examined revealed a little.

It was a conversation.

The offer made by the other criminals to follow "Boss Ye Chen" and escape.

The man had refused.

His reason was simple. Three months were all he had left before his sentence ended.

There was no need to risk everything for an uncertain escape.

Hence, he was shot. To make sure their information doesn’t leak.