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Chapter 254: Chapter 253: Resurrection by Borrowing a Corpse

The red-robed figure suddenly appeared before him, silently observing, as if waiting for a result.

As expected, it came.

”You really came. I wonder what Teng Beng will think when he finds out. Are you betraying your ’master’?”

Su Changxing showed a slight smile. His intuition was still accurate, and Teng Beng probably hadn’t anticipated the red-robed figure’s extra actions.

From the very beginning, he had been guiding Su Changxing to come here and remove the steel spikes. This was definitely not indicated by Teng Beng but was an action taken by the red-robed figure on his own.

The red-robed figure showed no excess emotion, like a machine, dully said:

”I just wanted to see her one last time since it’s the end anyway... I haven’t betrayed my master.”

Act now!

Su Changxing silently chanted in his heart. Centered on the round table, the room was filled with countless gleaming scratches; a slight pain came from his forehead, and an apparition holding a scythe appeared above.

A pair of dark, enormous eyes watched everything here from across the vast space, with interest, as if watching an entertaining show.

The so-called interaction ritual is about communicating will with some existence, usually involving a relationship with a beloved, which can be considered a form of communication with a divine spirit.

But what exactly these divine spirits are, remains unknown.

And the interaction ritual constructed by the head had no specific direction; it could contact whoever it would.

”Boom~”

Su Changxing immediately raised his gun and fired, the roar of the revolver echoing in his ears, and the bullet instantly flying towards the red-robed figure.

It still missed.

Although this space was stabilized, preventing the red-robed figure from leaving, turning into a caged fight, he could still distort the space within the room.

Simultaneously, Zhu Wenwu charged in as Su Changxing fired his gun.

A bloody dagger appeared above the red-robed figure’s head.

Indeed, his ability could mark the target. In fact, he could not only mark living creatures but also objects, thus tracing those items.

The red-robed figure raised his head, displaying a gaunt face with a smile, quickly retreating, a longsword appearing in his hand.

At the same time,

Su Changxing noticed the three remaining steel spikes in the corpse trembling continuously, as if they could fall off at any moment.

Damn it.

Su Changxing realized that this corpse might not be so simple; these steel spikes seemed unable to suppress whatever massive power was brewing.

The information given by ”True Knowledge” suddenly changed.

[The mole is self-devouring, self-sacrificing...]

Zhu Wenwu swung his sword faster.

The red-robed figure clearly was not skilled in combat; his weapon was knocked away, and he received a considerable wound.

He didn’t care at all, looked at the corpse on the cross, frantic, shouting:

”Resurrect, Tao Yi, you’re the one who truly ought to live.”

The surrounding space suddenly began to tremble violently; the steel spikes in the corpse abruptly shot out, embedding into the wall.

This is indeed trying to make some resurrection effect.

Su Changxing was shocked; previously, he had guessed this could happen and quickly dismissed the idea because abilities related to resurrection required at least Tier Four to be possible, even with ritual power.

”Bang, bang, bang~”

Su Changxing took out his gun, pulled the trigger, firing nine continuous bullets at the opponent.

The bullets arced through space.

Two shots hit, one in the abdomen and another in the chest, near the heart but probably not dead center.

After being shot, the red-robed figure’s retreat slowed down, getting caught up by Zhu Wenwu.

”Just kill him.”

Su Changxing shouted, then noticed the corpse visibly becoming fuller, its skin turning from dry black to white and rosy.

Zhu Wenwu, guided by the dagger’s mark, was barely affected by the spatial distortion, able to detect the real position of the red-robed figure at close distance.

A sword thrust out.

The red-robed figure got pierced through the chest, pinned to the ground.

He looked at Zhu Wenwu, a faint smile appearing. At this moment, he seemed more alive than an object, like a living person.

Su Changxing picked up the revolver, aiming it at the increasingly plump corpse on the ground, ready to shoot. He didn’t believe in a resurrection, figuring this was a monster.

”Hmm? So I actually succeeded?”

The girl revealed a strange smile, sinisterly laughing: ”Teng Beng calculated everything, but surely didn’t foresee I’d survive this way, haha.”

This expression seemed familiar, as if seen somewhere before.

Su Changxing’s eyes widened, confirming it was the hospital director, resurrected not as Tao Yi, but using some body-snatching method.

But why did the red-robed figure help him?

This doesn’t make sense.

A sinking voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

”Marvelous, truly marvelous, never expected to witness such a spectacle by just coming by.”

Su Changxing was startled, realizing this was the will he had communicated with, some unknown existence. Previously, it had not spoken, so he assumed its will was too weak for direct communication.

Surprised, he didn’t know what to say in such a situation.

”Your current situation seems dire, that freshly revived person is far stronger than you, bearing a crumbled will, none of you here can survive... you could seek my assistance.”

Previously, the head had warned him to just remain silent in front of such an existence, avoid making a deal, and refrain from seeking help, lest his soul be unknowingly sold away.

”Boom~”

The revolver’s cylinder rotated, sparking, one bullet exploding towards the woman just risen from the ground.

Her clothing was torn into strips, exposing large swathes of white skin, but Su Changxing found no admiration; knowing a middle-aged fat man inhabited this body.

The girl shone green light all around; the bullet passed through her body without hindrance, shattering the wooden platform

The girl ignored Su Changxing and looked towards the red-robed figure, shouting at Zhu Wenwu: ”If you don’t want to die, don’t kill him.”

But Zhu Wenwu wasn’t about to listen, decisively pulling out his blade, thrusting another sword towards the red-robed figure’s forehead.

The girl’s smile widened.

Suddenly.

Zhu Wenwu was thrown out by an invisible force, crashing into the bones, crushing many in the process.

The girl looked indifferent, assuming a superior attitude, saying:

”Disobedience must face the judgment of the master.”

The ”True Knowledge” information frantically flickered.

[Evil Spirit Priest, Tier Eight, Extreme Rank, possessing some immortal attribute, can control evil spirits. Its power is divided, greatly weakened, and its mind is highly unstable.]