RBCT Chapter 305 Flies
Chapter 305 Flies
The Mercedes sped through the village, crunching over the gravel road, and came to a stop at the foot of a small hill.
The car can't go any further up.
Jiang Chaosheng pushed open the car door, carrying the plate of dumplings, and walked towards the top of the mountain, stepping on the withered grass.
He had originally planned to come here—to the cemetery in Baiyu Village—after he finished cooking the dumplings.
The earthen graves along the way were low and crowded together.
Some graves still have fresh offerings placed in front of them, and the ashes of paper money have not yet been blown away by the wind.
In the farthest distance, a solitary little earthen grave huddled in a corner, with no neighbors.
The wooden stele was rotten, and most of the characters on it were blurred, but the two characters "Liu Niu" could still be vaguely made out.
Liu Niu's grave.
His mother's grave.
According to the rules of Baiyu Village, women cannot stand alone at the tombstone.
Unless the husband's family is in the same village, the deceased can be buried next to her husband.
But she had no husband.
She only has this one son.
This son is also from out of town and cannot be considered a resident of Baiyu Village.
Jiang Chaosheng placed the dumplings in front of the tombstone, then sat down against it, hugged his knees, and looked up at the night sky.
There were no stars, only a waning moon; the sky looked like a piece of cloth with a tear in it.
He doesn't speak.
He also doesn't express his feelings, not even towards his mother.
After sitting for more than an hour, he stood up and said softly, "Mom, I'm leaving."
After walking a few steps, he stopped again.
He turned around, looked at the rotten wooden tablet, and forced a not-so-pleasant smile:
"Mom, I miss you so much. Now that you're really gone..."
"Buzzing—"
Before the smile could fade, it was shattered by a series of subtle sounds.
Jiang Chaosheng narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the plate of dumplings.
At some point, the dumplings were covered with flies.
Are there flies this season?
Not just those things on the dumplings.
Flies swarmed over every grave in the distance—some crawling on the offerings, others burrowing in and out of the cracks in the soil, like busy porters.
Suddenly, he looked up.
A figure was standing on the path not far away.
He stood there, without breathing, without a heartbeat, without a trace of human life.
The figure realized it had been discovered and slowly grinned.
The moonlight fell on my teeth, reflecting a cold, white light.
He emerged from the darkness.
Black robe, bandages.
Its skin was completely covered, leaving not even a nose, only its mouth and eyes visible.
The most eerie thing was those eyes—
His eye sockets were empty, without eyeballs, but you could clearly feel his gaze fixed on them, like two cold needles.
"Mr. Twilight, it's been a long time."
Jiang Chaosheng's expression remained unchanged: "Who are you?"
"I am Beelzebub." The man paused, a hint of arrogance rising in his voice: "The mortals of the West call me—the Lord of the Gluttonous Flies."
Jiang Chaosheng stared at him without saying a word.
Beelzebub chuckled twice:
"Why aren't you saying anything, sir? You—"
The flies have gone mad.
Thousands upon thousands of flies burst forth from the grave mound, like a black avalanche, frantically burrowing into the soil.
From beneath the cracked earth, rotting hands emerged—
Some were just skeletons, their ten fingers digging into the soil, slowly pulling themselves out of their graves.
Beelzebub suddenly unleashed a powerful aura, as if he wanted to devour the person whole:
Are you afraid?
He did it on purpose, to scare Hunhun.
When Huang Hun was the owner of the antique shop, even Satan suffered a loss at his hands.
But now?
Twilight was just a mortal, a useless person without memory or power.
Humiliating a former big shot—it feels like stepping on a dead lion and swaggering over its corpse.
Jiang Chaosheng frowned, his tone indifferent:
"Westerners call you a fly, and you seem quite proud of it?"
Beelzebub paused for a moment.
He...he's thinking about this? How dare he!
"Just a mortal... just a mortal—"
His face contorted, his entire face contorted, and his whole body trembled.
"How dare you speak disrespectfully to the gods!"
He suddenly raised his arm.
Corpses crawled out of the graves from all directions.
Every corpse was crawling with flies—
Three or five, seven or eight.
Some were densely packed, like a disgusting coat.
Beelzebub pointed at Jiang Chaosheng and said sternly:
"You disrespectful brat should be thrown into hell so that the Leviathan whale can chew your soul to pieces!"
Jiang Chaosheng suddenly chuckled softly, as if he found it amusing:
"It seems you are quite afraid of the person I used to be."
Beelzebub choked on his words: "You..."
"Otherwise, why would he talk so much nonsense?" Jiang Chaosheng shook his head.
Beelzebub's eye twitched.
He gritted his teeth, spitting out each word slowly and deliberately:
"You are just a mortal."
Without antique shops, without those forbidden items, what are you?
Mortals are nothing but ants, livestock, and born slaves—they should kneel and worship the gods!
I can't wait to see you cry and beg for mercy!
The corpses moved.
It pounced on Jiang Chaosheng on all fours like a wild beast.
Beelzebub wore an excited smile, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
The last slave on earth who disrespects the gods—tonight will be spectacular.
The next second, he saw Jiang Chaosheng raise his right arm.
Then, his empty eye sockets widened.
Thick black mist emanated from his right arm, filled with an ominous aura—like something slumbering was awakening.
"No...this is impossible!" Beelzebub murmured in disbelief.
Satan had told him:
After leaving the antique shop at dusk, all the forbidden items will be returned, and the memories will disappear.
How could an ordinary person without power or spiritual insight possibly use supernatural abilities?
The black mist suddenly split open to both sides.
A massive silhouette slowly rose from the darkness.
Three necks, each as thick as an ancient tree, covered with dull scales.
The head in the center is a marble statue of an ancient monarch, with a majestic face;
On the left is a dog's head with a long, narrow muzzle and exposed fangs;
On the right is the legendary griffin, with a beak like an iron hook.
The massive body of the western dragon was fully revealed from the mist—
It rose from the dark depths of the graveyard, like a forgotten tomb finally coming to life.
The current environment is a graveyard, so the demon that appears is—
The twenty-sixth demon god, the three-headed dragon of the graveyard, Bonne.
Beelzebub's body began to shrink back:
"The twenty-sixth Demon God? How could you possibly summon the twenty-sixth Demon God?!"
Jiang Chaosheng had no interest in arguing with him and only said two words:
"Kill him."
The three mouths of the three-headed dragon in the cemetery opened simultaneously, producing a sound like muffled thunder.
"Respect the King's command!"
The central statue of the king opens its enormous mouth—
The upper and lower jaws are almost at a 180-degree angle, like a python swallowing its prey.
Then, a tenor-like shriek exploded from that stone throat.
"Ughhhhhhh—"
The sound waves swept across the graveyard like an invisible knife.
The zombies that pounced on them covered their ears and writhed in agony.
The flies that had been clinging to them fell off in droves, swirling on the ground, their wings still vibrating, their bodies already dead.
The griffin on the right opened its beak and spewed out a foul-smelling poisonous mist.
Where the fog was thick, flies buzzed and turned into puddles of thick water.
The dog's head on the left slowly uttered two words:
"Grave - earth".
Her pronunciation was clear and articulate, like a female broadcasting teacher reading a text aloud.
The ground began to shake.
The soil beneath Beelzebub's feet softened, sinking him into the swamp, the immense suction pulling him back.
Beelzebub roared fiercely:
"So what if there's a twenty-sixth demon god! Don't underestimate me!"
Two pairs of fly wings suddenly emerged from behind, their flapping creating a swarm of black insects that filled the sky—
Those weren't clouds, but a massive army of flies, swarming towards the three-headed dragon in the cemetery, blotting out the sun.
The three-headed dragon in the cemetery plunged headfirst into a swarm of flies.
The king's head shrieked, shaking down a swarm of insect corpses; the griffin's head burned with poisonous mist, but there were just too many flies—
They burrowed into the crevices of the dragon scales, gnawing at flesh and bone, crawling into the wounds.
The three-headed dragon in the cemetery let out a painful roar.
Beelzebub's true form suddenly appeared on the dragon's back, and six insect legs sprang forth from beneath his black robe, piercing the heart of the three-headed dragon in the graveyard.
"Demons? Nothing but a disgrace to gods enslaved by humans—"
"You dare to fight against me, the true god?"
The three-headed dragon in the cemetery let out a miserable cry, its body twisting violently.
But Beelzebub did not notice—
The dog head on the left was muttering something under its breath.
The obscure incantation, like a muffled sound coming from deep earth, smashed into my ears word by word.
Suddenly, Beelzebub sensed a strong sense of crisis.
He instinctively pulled away and retreated, his insect legs tearing apart the dragon's body.
The dog's head on the left finally uttered the last two words:
"tombstone."
In the cemetery, a tombstone rises from the ground.
The tombstone is inscribed with "Wang Dashun of Baiyu Village"—ordinary and unremarkable. But the moment it appeared above Beelzebub's head, a black coffin materialized out of thin air and suddenly closed from the left and right sides.
Beelzebub fled in terror, moving at great speed, but he was still a step too late.
The coffin had caught one of the wings.
The dog uttered the last two words: "Bury."
The black coffin dragged Beelzebub as it plummeted to the ground.
He struggled desperately, kicking his insect legs and flapping his wings frantically, but the coffin remained motionless.
It landed on the graveyard soil, slowly sinking, as if an invisible hand was pulling it into the ground—
They are sealed forever in the cemetery of Baiyu Village.
Beelzebub's expression changed.
He gritted his teeth and tore off the wing that was trapped.
Black liquid gushed from the broken end, and he flew up unsteadily:
"You, you..."
We underestimated them. We didn't expect that even after leaving the Zero Antique Shop, Twilight could still control the Demon God!
Underestimating their opponent, they suffered a great loss!
He frantically flapped his remaining wings and fled into the distance.
Jiang Chaosheng squinted his eyes:
"Don't go."
......
P.S.: A normal chapter is 2,000 words.
Here are two chapters, each six thousand words long!
I don't know why, but I've been updating more these past two days and my royalties have been reduced. I heard that updating more reduces the popularity of my posts. I don't know what algorithm QRead uses.
"No...this is impossible!" Beelzebub murmured in disbelief.
Satan had told him:
After leaving the antique shop at dusk, all the forbidden items will be returned, and the memories will disappear.
How could an ordinary person without power or spiritual insight possibly use supernatural abilities?
The black mist suddenly split open to both sides.
A massive silhouette slowly rose from the darkness.
Three necks, each as thick as an ancient tree, covered with dull scales.
The head in the center is a marble statue of an ancient monarch, with a majestic face;
On the left is a dog's head with a long, narrow muzzle and exposed fangs;
On the right is the legendary griffin, with a beak like an iron hook.
The massive body of the western dragon was fully revealed from the mist—
It rose from the dark depths of the graveyard, like a forgotten tomb finally coming to life.
The current environment is a graveyard, so the demon that appears is—
The twenty-sixth demon god, the three-headed dragon of the graveyard, Bonne.
Beelzebub's body began to shrink back:
"The twenty-sixth Demon God? How could you possibly summon the twenty-sixth Demon God?!"
Jiang Chaosheng had no interest in arguing with him and only said two words:
"Kill him."
The three mouths of the three-headed dragon in the cemetery opened simultaneously, producing a sound like muffled thunder.
"Respect the King's command!"
The central statue of the king opens its enormous mouth—
The upper and lower jaws are almost at a 180-degree angle, like a python swallowing its prey.
Then, a tenor-like shriek exploded from that stone throat.
"Ughhhhhhh—"
The sound waves swept across the graveyard like an invisible knife.
The zombies that pounced on them covered their ears and writhed in agony.
The flies that had been clinging to them fell off in droves, swirling on the ground, their wings still vibrating, their bodies already dead.
The griffin on the right opened its beak and spewed out a foul-smelling poisonous mist.
Where the fog was thick, flies buzzed and turned into puddles of thick water.
The dog's head on the left slowly uttered two words:
"Grave - earth".
Her pronunciation was clear and articulate, like a female broadcasting teacher reading a text aloud.
The ground began to shake.
The soil beneath Beelzebub's feet softened, sinking him into the swamp, the immense suction pulling him back.
Beelzebub roared fiercely:
"So what if there's a twenty-sixth demon god! Don't underestimate me!"
Two pairs of fly wings suddenly emerged from behind, their flapping creating a swarm of black insects that filled the sky—
Those weren't clouds, but a massive army of flies, swarming towards the three-headed dragon in the cemetery, blotting out the sun.
The three-headed dragon in the cemetery plunged headfirst into a swarm of flies.
The king's head shrieked, shaking down a swarm of insect corpses; the griffin's head burned with poisonous mist, but there were just too many flies—
They burrowed into the crevices of the dragon scales, gnawing at flesh and bone, crawling into the wounds.
The three-headed dragon in the cemetery let out a painful roar.
Beelzebub's true form suddenly appeared on the dragon's back, and six insect legs sprang forth from beneath his black robe, piercing the heart of the three-headed dragon in the graveyard.
"Demons? Nothing but a disgrace to gods enslaved by humans—"
"You dare to fight against me, the true god?"
The three-headed dragon in the cemetery let out a miserable cry, its body twisting violently.
But Beelzebub did not notice—
The dog head on the left was muttering something under its breath.
The obscure incantation, like a muffled sound coming from deep earth, smashed into my ears word by word.
Suddenly, Beelzebub sensed a strong sense of crisis.
He instinctively pulled away and retreated, his insect legs tearing apart the dragon's body.
The dog's head on the left finally uttered the last two words:
"tombstone."
In the cemetery, a tombstone rises from the ground.
The tombstone is inscribed with "Wang Dashun of Baiyu Village"—ordinary and unremarkable. But the moment it appeared above Beelzebub's head, a black coffin materialized out of thin air and suddenly closed from the left and right sides.
Beelzebub fled in terror, moving at great speed, but he was still a step too late.
The coffin had caught one of the wings.
The dog uttered the last two words: "Bury."
The black coffin dragged Beelzebub as it plummeted to the ground.
He struggled desperately, kicking his insect legs and flapping his wings frantically, but the coffin remained motionless.
It landed on the graveyard soil, slowly sinking, as if an invisible hand was pulling it into the ground—
They are sealed forever in the cemetery of Baiyu Village.
Beelzebub's expression changed.
He gritted his teeth and tore off the wing that was trapped.
Black liquid gushed from the broken end, and he flew up unsteadily:
"You, you..."
We underestimated them. We didn't expect that even after leaving the Zero Antique Shop, Twilight could still control the Demon God!
Underestimating their opponent, they suffered a great loss!
He frantically flapped his remaining wings and fled into the distance.
Jiang Chaosheng squinted his eyes:
"Don't go."
......
P.S.: A normal chapter is 2,000 words.
Here are two chapters, each six thousand words long!
I don't know why, but I've been updating more these past two days and my royalties have been reduced. I heard that updating more reduces the popularity of my posts. I don't know what algorithm QRead uses.
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Thick black mist emanated from his right arm, filled with an ominous aura—like something slumbering was awakening.
"No...this is impossible!" Beelzebub murmured in disbelief.
Satan had told him:
After leaving the antique shop at dusk, all the forbidden items will be returned, and the memories will disappear.
How could an ordinary person without power or spiritual insight possibly use supernatural abilities?
The black mist suddenly split open to both sides.
A massive silhouette slowly rose from the darkness.
Three necks, each as thick as an ancient tree, covered with dull scales.
The head in the center is a marble statue of an ancient monarch, with a majestic face;
On the left is a dog's head with a long, narrow muzzle and exposed fangs;
On the right is the legendary griffin, with a beak like an iron hook.
The massive body of the western dragon was fully revealed from the mist—
It rose from the dark depths of the graveyard, like a forgotten tomb finally coming to life.
The current environment is a graveyard, so the demon that appears is—
The twenty-sixth demon god, the three-headed dragon of the graveyard, Bonne.
Beelzebub's body began to shrink back:
"The twenty-sixth Demon God? How could you possibly summon the twenty-sixth Demon God?!"
Jiang Chaosheng had no interest in arguing with him and only said two words:
"Kill him."
The three mouths of the three-headed dragon in the cemetery opened simultaneously, producing a sound like muffled thunder.
"Respect the King's command!"
The central statue of the king opens its enormous mouth—
The upper and lower jaws are almost at a 180-degree angle, like a python swallowing its prey.
Then, a tenor-like shriek exploded from that stone throat.
"Ughhhhhhh—"
The sound waves swept across the graveyard like an invisible knife.
The zombies that pounced on them covered their ears and writhed in agony.
The flies that had been clinging to them fell off in droves, swirling on the ground, their wings still vibrating, their bodies already dead.
The griffin on the right opened its beak and spewed out a foul-smelling poisonous mist.
Where the fog was thick, flies buzzed and turned into puddles of thick water.
The dog's head on the left slowly uttered two words:
"Grave - earth".
Her pronunciation was clear and articulate, like a female broadcasting teacher reading a text aloud.
The ground began to shake.
The soil beneath Beelzebub's feet softened, sinking him into the swamp, the immense suction pulling him back.
Beelzebub roared fiercely:
"So what if there's a twenty-sixth demon god! Don't underestimate me!"
Two pairs of fly wings suddenly emerged from behind, their flapping creating a swarm of black insects that filled the sky—
Those weren't clouds, but a massive army of flies, swarming towards the three-headed dragon in the cemetery, blotting out the sun.
The three-headed dragon in the cemetery plunged headfirst into a swarm of flies.
The king's head shrieked, shaking down a swarm of insect corpses; the griffin's head burned with poisonous mist, but there were just too many flies—
They burrowed into the crevices of the dragon scales, gnawing at flesh and bone, crawling into the wounds.
The three-headed dragon in the cemetery let out a painful roar.
Beelzebub's true form suddenly appeared on the dragon's back, and six insect legs sprang forth from beneath his black robe, piercing the heart of the three-headed dragon in the graveyard.
"Demons? Nothing but a disgrace to gods enslaved by humans—"
"You dare to fight against me, the true god?"
The three-headed dragon in the cemetery let out a miserable cry, its body twisting violently.
But Beelzebub did not notice—
The dog head on the left was muttering something under its breath.
The obscure incantation, like a muffled sound coming from deep earth, smashed into my ears word by word.
Suddenly, Beelzebub sensed a strong sense of crisis.
He instinctively pulled away and retreated, his insect legs tearing apart the dragon's body.
The dog's head on the left finally uttered the last two words:
"tombstone."
In the cemetery, a tombstone rises from the ground.
The tombstone is inscribed with "Wang Dashun of Baiyu Village"—ordinary and unremarkable. But the moment it appeared above Beelzebub's head, a black coffin materialized out of thin air and suddenly closed from the left and right sides.
Beelzebub fled in terror, moving at great speed, but he was still a step too late.
The coffin had caught one of the wings.
The dog uttered the last two words: "Bury."
The black coffin dragged Beelzebub as it plummeted to the ground.
He struggled desperately, kicking his insect legs and flapping his wings frantically, but the coffin remained motionless.
It landed on the graveyard soil, slowly sinking, as if an invisible hand was pulling it into the ground—
They are sealed forever in the cemetery of Baiyu Village.
Beelzebub's expression changed.
He gritted his teeth and tore off the wing that was trapped.
Black liquid gushed from the broken end, and he flew up unsteadily:
"You, you..."
We underestimated them. We didn't expect that even after leaving the Zero Antique Shop, Twilight could still control the Demon God!
Underestimating their opponent, they suffered a great loss!
He frantically flapped his remaining wings and fled into the distance.
Jiang Chaosheng squinted his eyes:
"Don't go."
......
P.S.: A normal chapter is 2,000 words.
Here are two chapters, each six thousand words long!
I don't know why, but I've been updating more these past two days and my royalties have been reduced. I heard that updating more reduces the popularity of my posts. I don't know what algorithm QRead uses.
"No...this is impossible!" Beelzebub murmured in disbelief.
Satan had told him:
After leaving the antique shop at dusk, all the forbidden items will be returned, and the memories will disappear.
How could an ordinary person without power or spiritual insight possibly use supernatural abilities?
The black mist suddenly split open to both sides.
A massive silhouette slowly rose from the darkness.
Three necks, each as thick as an ancient tree, covered with dull scales.
The head in the center is a marble statue of an ancient monarch, with a majestic face;
On the left is a dog's head with a long, narrow muzzle and exposed fangs;
On the right is the legendary griffin, with a beak like an iron hook.
The massive body of the western dragon was fully revealed from the mist—
It rose from the dark depths of the graveyard, like a forgotten tomb finally coming to life.
The current environment is a graveyard, so the demon that appears is—
The twenty-sixth demon god, the three-headed dragon of the graveyard, Bonne.
Beelzebub's body began to shrink back:
"The twenty-sixth Demon God? How could you possibly summon the twenty-sixth Demon God?!"
Jiang Chaosheng had no interest in arguing with him and only said two words:
"Kill him."
The three mouths of the three-headed dragon in the cemetery opened simultaneously, producing a sound like muffled thunder.
"Respect the King's command!"
The central statue of the king opens its enormous mouth—
The upper and lower jaws are almost at a 180-degree angle, like a python swallowing its prey.
Then, a tenor-like shriek exploded from that stone throat.
"Ughhhhhhh—"
The sound waves swept across the graveyard like an invisible knife.
The zombies that pounced on them covered their ears and writhed in agony.
The flies that had been clinging to them fell off in droves, swirling on the ground, their wings still vibrating, their bodies already dead.
The griffin on the right opened its beak and spewed out a foul-smelling poisonous mist.
Where the fog was thick, flies buzzed and turned into puddles of thick water.
The dog's head on the left slowly uttered two words:
"Grave - earth".
Her pronunciation was clear and articulate, like a female broadcasting teacher reading a text aloud.
The ground began to shake.
The soil beneath Beelzebub's feet softened, sinking him into the swamp, the immense suction pulling him back.
Beelzebub roared fiercely:
"So what if there's a twenty-sixth demon god! Don't underestimate me!"
Two pairs of fly wings suddenly emerged from behind, their flapping creating a swarm of black insects that filled the sky—
Those weren't clouds, but a massive army of flies, swarming towards the three-headed dragon in the cemetery, blotting out the sun.
The three-headed dragon in the cemetery plunged headfirst into a swarm of flies.
The king's head shrieked, shaking down a swarm of insect corpses; the griffin's head burned with poisonous mist, but there were just too many flies—
They burrowed into the crevices of the dragon scales, gnawing at flesh and bone, crawling into the wounds.
The three-headed dragon in the cemetery let out a painful roar.
Beelzebub's true form suddenly appeared on the dragon's back, and six insect legs sprang forth from beneath his black robe, piercing the heart of the three-headed dragon in the graveyard.
"Demons? Nothing but a disgrace to gods enslaved by humans—"
"You dare to fight against me, the true god?"
The three-headed dragon in the cemetery let out a miserable cry, its body twisting violently.
But Beelzebub did not notice—
The dog head on the left was muttering something under its breath.
The obscure incantation, like a muffled sound coming from deep earth, smashed into my ears word by word.
Suddenly, Beelzebub sensed a strong sense of crisis.
He instinctively pulled away and retreated, his insect legs tearing apart the dragon's body.
The dog's head on the left finally uttered the last two words:
"tombstone."
In the cemetery, a tombstone rises from the ground.
The tombstone is inscribed with "Wang Dashun of Baiyu Village"—ordinary and unremarkable. But the moment it appeared above Beelzebub's head, a black coffin materialized out of thin air and suddenly closed from the left and right sides.
Beelzebub fled in terror, moving at great speed, but he was still a step too late.
The coffin had caught one of the wings.
The dog uttered the last two words: "Bury."
The black coffin dragged Beelzebub as it plummeted to the ground.
He struggled desperately, kicking his insect legs and flapping his wings frantically, but the coffin remained motionless.
It landed on the graveyard soil, slowly sinking, as if an invisible hand was pulling it into the ground—
They are sealed forever in the cemetery of Baiyu Village.
Beelzebub's expression changed.
He gritted his teeth and tore off the wing that was trapped.
Black liquid gushed from the broken end, and he flew up unsteadily:
"You, you..."
We underestimated them. We didn't expect that even after leaving the Zero Antique Shop, Twilight could still control the Demon God!
Underestimating their opponent, they suffered a great loss!
He frantically flapped his remaining wings and fled into the distance.
Jiang Chaosheng squinted his eyes:
"Don't go."
......
P.S.: A normal chapter is 2,000 words.
Here are two chapters, each six thousand words long!
I don't know why, but I've been updating more these past two days and my royalties have been reduced. I heard that updating more reduces the popularity of my posts. I don't know what algorithm QRead uses.