RBCT Chapter 235 Died
Chapter 235 Died
Shangguan Yunque's teacup clattered on the coffee table.
I didn't even notice the hot tea splashing onto the back of my hand.
He froze on the spot, his eyes wide open.
Eh?
No way, we only exchanged two sarcastic remarks, and you immediately unleashed your ultimate move?!
Inside the freezer, Yan Youyou's mind went completely blank. It felt like she had been punched hard in the chest, and excruciating pain shot through her body.
"Ah Ling... Waaah, Ah Ling..."
She screamed internally, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
What's going on?! Why are you suddenly doing such an intense desensitization procedure?!
I'm not even fully used to him holding hands with other girls yet!!
The pale green at the ends of the hair spread wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The mental strength that was originally suppressed by drugs
It's like a flood that's out of control right now.
It skyrocketed at an alarming rate!
"Aa ...
However, when the perspective shifted, Shangguan Yunque and Yan Youyou, who were on the verge of collapse, were instantly frozen in mid-air.
—Their lips didn't even touch.
Shen Yue's cool lips lightly brushed against Jiang Ling's lips.
It doesn't even qualify as a substantial contact.
Jiang Ling glanced helplessly at the standing freezer not far away.
My back was covered in a cold sweat.
At the critical moment, her telepathic abilities proved invaluable.
He truly hadn't expected that Youyou would actually be in this laboratory, transformed into Furui, and being "treated" by Shen Yue by being stuffed into a freezer...
"If I were to actually kiss her in front of Youyou, even if a god came, he probably couldn't stop her second personality from exploding on the spot."
Jiang Ling secretly rejoiced, then turned to look at the two men who were on the verge of conflict, sighed, and tried to smooth things over:
"It's getting late. Give me some face and let's all go to sleep first. We can talk about it tomorrow, okay?"
Shen Yue looked at him, then glanced at Shangguan Yunque, and nodded: "Okay."
"Hmm~", Shangguan Yunque nodded and said with a smile, "Okay~ I'll listen to Brother Ling."
……
On the other side of the city, in a dark basement where no sunlight can be seen.
The damp, musty smell mingled with the burnt smell of incense and candles, filling the air. Around a mottled stone round table, several figures wrapped in long black robes sat, their hoods pulled low, revealing only their bluish-gray chins.
It was obvious at a glance that they were holding some kind of shady, evil gathering.
"hehe……"
The black-robed man seated at the head of the table, his crimson eyes peeking out from under his hood, chuckled sinisterly. "As expected of Bishop Cenas... to actually think of using the people of Bureau 749 to help us collect the fragmented paper roots of Lord Dry God..."
"That was a great move, Cenas did it beautifully."
The second black-robed figure beside him nodded in agreement, his voice hoarse like sandpaper, "If we send our men to collect them, they'll probably be sucked dry by that withering power before they even get close to the withered roots, resulting in the deaths of a large number of our brothers..."
They knew perfectly well that the core of the summoning ritual of the God of Wither was to bring the five scattered roots of the Wither Tree closer together.
However, as the distance between the withered roots shortens, the "withering" effect of the spiritual energy emitted will increase exponentially.
For ordinary people, getting close is certain death.
That's why they came up with this underhanded trick: first, they scattered the withered roots throughout various corners of Ishilu City.
The final step, "collecting everything," was simply delegated to the Inhumans of Bureau 749 through "information leakage."
As long as the five withered roots come together.
There's no need to wait for the full moon seven days later; a portion of the god's divine essence can be awakened ahead of time.
"Since that's the case, what are we waiting for? Why not hold the summoning ritual now?"
The third man in black robes, sitting at the very end, was an impatient fellow. He slammed his fist on the stone table, making the candlelight flicker. "The sooner the God of Wither returns, the sooner our Church of Wither can shine brightly and make those flesh-eating mortals pay the price!"
A deathly silence fell over the round table.
The man in the black robe remained silent.
The second person in the black robe also shut up.
The man in the black robe, number three, paused, somewhat bewildered: "What? Why are you all so quiet?"
"that……"
The man in the black robe cleared his throat, his tone tinged with barely concealed embarrassment. "I...I forgot how to pronounce the incantation for remotely activating the ritual."
The second person in black robes nodded in agreement, his voice full of guilt: "Ah... well, I seem to have forgotten that too. I learned it when I joined the sect, but I've long forgotten it."
Black Robe Number Three: ...
"Ha, a bunch of useless trash."
The man in the black robe scoffed, raising his hand with a disdainful expression. He quickly formed a hand seal while chanting incantations:
"Isn't the ritual just a few lines? Everyone learns them when they join the cult. First, do this... then this... and finally, infuse your spiritual power, and that's it, right?"
After reciting the last incantation, he suddenly pressed his palm onto the withered tree branch in the center of the stone table.
then……
Gaba --
A sharp, teeth-grinding crack suddenly rang out.
Black Robe Number Three withered away at a visible speed, as if his flesh and energy had been instantly drained by an invisible hand.
In just two seconds, it turned into a wrinkled, dried-up corpse.
Before death
He glared at his two accomplices across the table, and with his last ounce of strength, he unleashed a torrent of curses:
"Damn it, you two old fools... why didn't you tell me... that remote rituals... would drain the caster's life force..."
Click—click—
The mummified corpse crumbled into a pool of grayish-white powder on the stone table.
And with his sacrifice, that incomplete remote spirit-summoning ritual...
It started up with a roar—
Half of the God of Wither is about to return to the mortal realm, bringing unimaginable divine punishment to humankind.