Chapter 167: Chapter 140: Shell Maiden, Please Clean Up the Crime Scene

Regarding Li Chuchu’s marriage, Mr. Li doesn’t want to intervene too much for the moment.

Because he found out...

Intervening doesn’t seem to help.

He’s finally understood how his own father felt before, and now he himself doesn’t have the time or energy to focus on his own kids...

Children are accidents, wives are true love.

Now, he should still find a way to delve deeper into the intelligence of the Lustful Legislator.

How can he make sure his wife has a good night’s sleep?

Extraordinary Universal School has pinpointed the Lustful Legislator’s "station" clearly to be River Debris City.

However, the City Management Team and Martial Alliance here wouldn’t budge; they don’t disclose any intelligence on the Lustful Legislator, leaving Mr. Li with no way to proceed.

If there’s really no way, then after wrapping up this lead...

Go home, find some good wine, and back to River Debris City. If one bottle doesn’t work, then two; if two bottles don’t work, then four. When there’s wine, there’s a bond.

When the bond forms, some intelligence pieces always come out, and digging deeper will eventually offer a glimpse into the information about the Lustful Legislator.

There are still opportunities. They just need him to strive harder.

Thinking of this, Mr. Li felt a bit better. When he turned his eyes to the venue, he saw a random citizen of River Debris City thrust a hand knife through Jia Xinxin’s chest from behind and yank out Jia Xinxin’s heart.

Eh eh eh!

How could it be this bloody and violent?

Mr. Li instinctively wanted to cover his daughter’s eyes, only to find she had already covered them herself.

The kid indeed has grown up, with her own independent discernment.

...

"Your heart is actually still red, how miraculous!"

Saying this, he crushed Jia Xinxin’s heart with a squeeze. As Jia Xinxin’s breath completely cut off, his body began to slowly crumble and gradually reorganize.

This process will last for five minutes.

After five minutes, Jia Xinxin will "revive" energetically inside the venue.

Regarding Jia Xinxin’s failure, Mr. Li wasn’t surprised. Even if Chenxi District lost, he wouldn’t be surprised either.

They’ve already lost several times. Losing a few more times, so what?

After all, Chenxi District and River Debris City cultivate martial artists differently.

Chenxi District trains martial artists mainly as family-style cultivation, while River Debris City’s families, except for their ultimate Cultivation Techniques, are all handed over to the Martial Alliance for unified teachings.

According to Lin Hao, based on previous life martial arts novels, it’s the difference between family lineage and sect.

Looking at the score again—

Jia Xinxin: random citizen=2:5

Hmm, very good.

As the leader representing Chenxi District in Ke Chen City, Mr. Li bet on River Debris City’s victory.

If River Debris City wins, he could earn a fortune.

If Chenxi District wins, he could return to a generous reward back in Chenxi District.

Either way, there’s no loss.

...

In total, in this place, it’s all a "dead" end right?

Corpse Interpreter touches walls, flooring, and can use his ability to read the awareness of "corpse remnants"; even touching himself allows him to gain insight into his own awareness...

Is he dead?

Of course not, if he’s dead, how would he be able to use his abilities?

The premise of using superpower is that the Superpower User is alive...

Why does the Corpse Interpreter come to this conclusion?

This stems from experiments by a person who could manipulate corpses.

Originally, when that person awakened his own power, he thought he could be invincible on earth.

According to his understanding of his own superpower, as long as he could manipulate the corpse of a powerful Superpower User, his combat strength would infinitely stack. Thus, he secretly dug up many graves of powerful Superpower Users.

But no matter whose grave he robbed, he got nothing but a walking dead body that didn’t possess its former life’s strength.

He refused to accept failure, trying again and again, with abilities used continuously, from blooming at one stage to reaching four stages; his abilities kept improving.

Improving to the point where, when manipulating corpses, he could awaken the consciousness from when the deceased was alive.

After years of grave robbing, he finally gave up on forming a Superpower User corpse army and changed careers to become a Funeral Director...

At the funerals he presided over, he could make the deceased "personally participate" in his own funeral, drink with guests, personally recite the eulogy, and speak the final words with friends and relatives attending the funeral.

The business is booming.

Moreover, he became a distinguished guest among some large financial groups.

Large financial groups’ leaders could control power even in death, selecting successors posthumously because of his existence.

That person mixed well for a time...

Some people desperately needed him, while others utterly despised him.

One day, for reasons unknown, he disappeared.

Leaving only his two children behind.

Yes, that person is the Corpse Interpreter’s father.

Although the appearance of his father had become somewhat blurry in his memory, among his father’s limited teachings, besides that the dead do not possess superpowers, there was another "trick" —

After receiving the consciousness of the deceased, continuously mimicking the deceased’s consciousness during their lifetime to "reply" to the deceased might trigger the deceased’s autonomous consciousness.

Of course, there is a downside to this "trick": it makes you feel like the deceased you are mimicking, as if you’ve died.

One will experience the true void of fear after death.

Therefore, every time this trick is used, someone needs to be present to "awaken" you.

But faced with the current eerie scene, although no one around could awaken him, the Corpse Interpreter had no choice. He felt his power inexplicably draining, and if he didn’t try something, he might lose his power completely.

As a Superpower User, losing all his power would be like being a fish on the chopping block.

Thinking of this, the Corpse Interpreter took out a pack of Happy Milk Tea Powder from his pocket, tore open the package, and poured it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it dry. After feeling a slight recovery in his physical and mental strength, he squatted down —

Corpse Reading!

A wave of resentful consciousness echoed in the Corpse Interpreter’s mind —

"So annoying, so annoying, it’s happening again... Martial Path is for serving, not for ruling... Damn it, eat eat eat eat... All the power of Martial Path will turn into my food... Damn it, eat eat eat eat..."

After receiving these consciousness thoughts, the Corpse Interpreter began to repeat them.

Gradually, he felt his body start to fracture, swell, flesh and blood extending...

But it wasn’t the void feeling of death his father had mentioned; instead, he felt...

It seemed like he was sleeping.

Just sleeping very deeply.

And during this sleep, his stomach hurt a little, as if something was bouncing around inside, making him want to wake up and rub his stomach.

But sleeping was so comfortable, so comfortable, it was better to stay asleep. As long as he kept sleeping deeply, regardless of the stomach pain, he wouldn’t feel anything.

In this feeling, a peculiar seed condensed at the center of the Corpse Interpreter’s forehead, blooming quietly.

Compared to others’ ability enhancements, the sinister and upright blooming of the Deathblossom Lily, the one on the Corpse Interpreter’s forehead blossomed rather sloppily.

To look at it, it seemed withered.

Appearing drowsy.

Moreover, after one had bloomed, without waiting for it to finish, another peculiar seed condensed at the center of the Corpse Interpreter’s forehead.

This time, the seed grew even more hastily, not growing independently, but directly attaching to the still not withered Deathblossom Lily, blooming two flowers on one stem.

The second flower seemed even more hasty.

Even before it fully bloomed, the petals started to wither, dropping into the Corpse Interpreter’s body.

It looked like an award-winning person, drowsily stepping onto the stage at the award ceremony, without even showing off to the audience, accepting the award and directly lying down on the stage to sleep!

Sleeping everywhere!

Soon after, another third seed condensed at the center of the Corpse Interpreter’s forehead...

At this moment, the wall beside him gently wriggled, forming a passage just big enough for one person to pass, from which a person walked out.

If Mr. Li were here, he would recognize this person as the captain of the River Debris City Management Team...

His face appeared rather dark at this moment, lifting the seemingly asleep Corpse Interpreter and turning to leave.

"Don’t bother me, I want to keep sleeping."

Saying this, the seed at the Corpse Interpreter’s forehead started to grow again, slowly sprouting a flower.

This time, the flower was lazier, withering before even blooming.

The Corpse Interpreter’s power increased again...

The captain of the River Debris City Management Team looked even more displeased; he truly hadn’t expected someone’s ability to synchronize with the consciousness of the Realm Lord of the "Martial Arts Grand Feast" world, and unconsciously "steal" the power of this dungeon.

"Send this person...out of here!"

...

"Summon: Unicorn Knight!"

As soon as Green finished speaking, a figure of a phantom knight appeared before him, fully armored, exuding an intangible pressure.

Along with the appearance of the knight, there came a tall white horse beside him.

This horse had a horn on its head, with two pairs of wings growing under its ribs. As the wings flapped, a strong wind arose in the room...

"Take these boxes and discard them outside the city."

On Green’s signal, the knight saluted with his hand on his chest, then lifted the already packed boxes.

The boxes, once in the knight’s hands, turned somewhat ethereal from their original solid state.

The knight mounted his horse, and with a kick of his legs, the unicorn beat its wings, flying out through the ceiling towards the outskirts of River Debris City...

Then, Green looked around at the messy room and the bloodstains within, glancing at a fish tank in the room.

Green picked up an ashtray and directly smashed the fish tank.

Bang!

The water hit the ground, and the fish originally confined within flailed freely on the ground, their gills opening and closing...

And Green picked up a conch from the bottom of the tank.

After wiping it clean, he blew a breath into it, whispering softly:

"Shell Maiden, please clean up the room."

The conch in Green’s hand twisted and transformed into a sweet-looking little girl.

The little girl glanced around the chaotic surroundings, especially the blood near the desk, furrowing her brow:

"Green, you’re making me clean a crime scene again!"

"Who else can clean it as well as you?"