Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
The riots in Xinjiang have been ongoing for quite some time, and they cannot simply be resolved through violent suppression. Xia is just an agent, and this near-war level of conflict does not require her intervention, so there is naturally not much danger involved; she only needs to capture a few people at the end to complete her mission.
Ye Mingshang returned to the hotel where he had stayed before. His magical tools were still there, left behind in his rush to leave. He was also barefoot; although it wasn't too cold, he certainly couldn't board a plane like this tomorrow.
"Fortunately, everything is still here." He sighed with relief, glad that these items had been hidden away. Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee they wouldn't get lost, especially since many of them were valuable antiques. Not to mention that Demon Blade, which, combined with his past life’s experience in killing, should unleash extraordinary power.
"My shoes are gone..." Ye Mingshang looked helplessly at the empty spot by the bed where his shoes had been.
Losing the shoes was no big deal; he could easily buy another pair. Now he could rely on his magical ability to fly, so he didn't need any mechanisms to keep himself airborne for a short time.
It was too late to find a place to buy shoes, so he randomly put on a pair of shoes that were somewhat similar in size that he found nearby.
The outside was too chaotic, and he was too lazy to look for another hotel, so he simply slept on a lounge chair by the roadside near the airport. The next morning, he took the first flight out.
His primary task now was to go to the Underworld and see where Mengyu's reincarnation was. This was not only a pursuit from his past life but also his own goal. If he were just looking for someone in the Underworld, he could do that anywhere; the reason for returning was also because Joan's Real Person ranking was due, so it was convenient to handle both matters together.
He took a flight at five in the morning and arrived in Nanjing before ten. Many lazy people were still asleep at that hour.
Back in his dormitory, he placed his backpack down and lay on the clean and comfortable big bed.
Ah~ so comfortable~~
This room was much more pleasant than the hotel room. Having stayed here for a while gave it a sense of familiarity. The faint scent of lavender refreshed him and made him feel a bit lazy and reluctant to get out of bed.
Speaking of which, he had lived here for half a year, and the room had always been cleaned without him having to worry about it. However, he had never seen the person who had been cleaning his room all this time.
"Doing so well, next time tell Li Jianguo to give him a raise," Ye Mingshang thought to himself.
He placed his backpack in the corner and took out the Demon Blade. The silver sheath was engraved with intricate and marvelous patterns; just a bit of light made it shine brilliantly, exuding an extraordinary aura.
"Just the sheath alone is a top-tier craft," Ye Mingshang murmured as he admired the finely carved sheath.
Gently stroking the sheath, he slowly drew the blade. With each inch revealed, a chill emanated from it, and the blade was adorned with shallow lines that radiated an unusual magical power.
Suddenly, an overwhelming aura of demonic energy invaded, filling his mind with a viscous scent reminiscent of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Before him, he seemed to see countless fierce and terrifying demonic warriors, the ground beneath his feet stained red with blood, dismembered limbs scattered everywhere—a true hell of slaughter.
"The Slaughtering Demon Blade..." Ye Mingshang whispered, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Previously, even with his composure, he might not have been able to wield this blade; at most, it would serve as a decent weapon. This was a sentient blade, a divine weapon; to treat it merely as a tool would be an insult and a waste.
However, now he possessed all the legacies from his past life. In his previous existence, he had walked the path of slaughter, with enough souls under his command to build a nation. He had almost annihilated the entire demon race single-handedly; no one could defeat him, nor could anyone even injure him. He had only perished from exhaustion—he was nothing short of a legend, a Killing God.
With such an impressive past life and having inherited his memories and path, could he not subdue this mere Demon Blade?
"Suppress your killing intent... submit to me!" Ye Mingshang narrowed his eyes before suddenly widening them; an intense killing intent immediately spread outwards, causing the temperature in the air to drop significantly.
The vision of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood was directly blown away by this killing intent, and countless demonic warriors were reduced to dust as if the entire world was about to shatter.
"Buzz~ Buzz~" The blade trembled, signaling its submission.
Only then did Ye Mingshang retract his aura. The trembling of the Demon Blade gradually calmed down, emitting gentle breaths as if trying to appease him.
"You are not as tough as I imagined, Fellow," Ye Mingshang said with a smirk.
Demon Blade did not dare to refute. The overwhelming Killing Intent it had just encountered had frightened it. As the Demon Blade, it had been born to kill, with countless souls lost beneath its edge. Usually, just a hint of its aura could intimidate a large number of enemies. Yet today, it was the first time it had been overwhelmed by someone else's aura, especially in the realm of killing, which it prided itself on. It was hard to accept; for a moment, it nearly dissipated.
Ye Mingshang naturally did not want the blade spirit to perish so easily. Without the blade spirit, the power of this sword would drop by at least half, which was truly a pity.
After briefly forming a contract with Demon Blade, Ye Mingshang stored it away. The sword was over three feet long and not easy to carry; if strapped to his back, he would either be seen as cosplaying or considered insane.
Checking the time, which was just before eleven o'clock, he took out his phone and dialed the fat guy's number.
On the other end, the fat guy was in class with a group of pretty nurses. It was somewhat awkward; on each experimental table designed for two people, there was a model of a male anatomy part. Those unaware might think they were attending a class on "sexual" matters.
This was a physiology and hygiene class, part of their professional training, aimed at teaching everyone how to care for patients and helping the nurses get accustomed to such tasks mentally.
The group of nurses felt embarrassed seeing so many models laid out before them. Regardless of their experiences, being in such close proximity made it quite awkward. Meanwhile, the fat guy wore a lewd grin as he meticulously demonstrated to one nurse how to clean and care for the model, explaining in greater detail than the instructor.
From time to time, he would grab the nurse's hand, guiding her through the process while taking advantage of the situation. Unconsciously, he also pitched a tent beneath him, making the already shy nurse's face turn even redder, resembling a ripe red apple.
At that moment, a loud voice interrupted: "Fat guy! Answer your phone!"
(To be continued.)
Comment 0 Comment Count