MMB Chapter 218 1 Through N
Chapter 218 1 Through N
Peng Zhenni covered her mouth, staring at the man's back, her pupils filled with shock.
How exactly did that giant scythe come to be?
The rusty scythe transformed in an instant into a Grim Reaper's scythe engraved with runes.
Add to that the flintlock pistol that can fire scarlet bullets, and the presence of two strange weapons on one person creates an inexplicable sense of mystery.
Thinking back to tonight's journey through the dark clouds...
Is this man really a god?
"Bang! Bang! Bang—"
The flintlock pistol spat fire, gunshots rang out in the corridor, and bullets poured out one after another.
"ah!!"
"roar!!!"
The undead let out mournful howls and fell one after another.
But there were too many of them. They kept pouring in from both ends of the corridor, densely packed, like two black tides.
Closer—closer still.
The river tide came alive.
The giant scythe seemed to come alive in his hands, its tip drawing a silvery-white arc as it precisely pierced the neck of a strange old man.
Peng Zhenni instinctively closed her eyes, expecting to see a scene of flying blood and flesh.
but no.
The moment the giant scythe was drawn, something else emerged from the tip of the blade—a creature the size of an infant.
He was skin and bones, with a disproportionately large head and limbs as thin as withered tree branches.
It bared its mouthful of fine, sharp teeth and struggled wildly in the air.
Jiang Chaosheng glanced at it: "Is this what it is?"
The voice just fell.
The little devil suddenly clutched his neck and let out an extremely piercing scream.
The sound was like someone scratching a blackboard with their fingernails, so sharp it made your teeth ache.
The next second, its body turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated on the tip of the blade.
Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow.
I didn't kill it, it died on its own?
He sniffed.
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, a common smell in hospitals—pungent, bland, and nothing special.
...Is disinfectant the nemesis of creatures from hell?
No, that's unlikely.
He looked down at the dissipating black smoke, his mind racing.
Or... it's air.
The air is highly toxic to these hellish creatures, which is why they cannot survive on Earth.
Of course, this is just speculation.
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the undead still surging into the corridor, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"How about... we catch a few and leave them for Liu Weiqian to study?"
Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed out.
With the Grim Reaper's scythe in hand, he was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, plunging straight into the tide of the undead.
A tiger among sheep.
Each cut is as easy as chopping melons or vegetables.
One undead falls, and another little devil is slain.
With a sweeping scythe and a burst of flintlock musket fire, the two weapons worked together seamlessly in his hands.
The scythe harvests nearby enemies, while bullets eliminate distant targets.
Silver light and firelight flashed alternately, enacting a brutal and extraordinary carnage in the corridor.
Finally, the last living dead fell.
Dozens of bodies lay scattered haphazardly in the corridor, a deathly silence reigning.
In Peng Zhenni's view, all that remained was Jiang Chaosheng's murderous back, standing alone in the middle of the corridor.
Suddenly, he turned around and raised his hand to her.
The hand instantly transformed into seven or eight monstrous black snakes, which opened their blood-red mouths and shot towards her.
Peng Zhenni's beautiful eyes widened, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
The strange snake whistled past her ear, the wind it stirred up causing the stray hairs at her temples to flutter.
As if sensing something, she stiffened her neck and turned around.
Eight undead had somehow crept up behind her.
At this moment, it was being tightly bound by the black serpent and struggling desperately.
Their eyes rolled upwards, revealing large areas of white, as if something inside their bodies was desperately trying to escape.
No matter what.
The Primal Serpent – the ultimate technique of the First Angel of the Western Paradise.
The Western Paradise and the Avici Hell have been fighting for countless years, and Lucifer's methods naturally restrain all creatures of hell.
Jiang Chaosheng walked towards her, muttering to himself:
"Old Dragon, take these things up to the sky."
The words had barely left his mouth—
A dragon's roar echoed throughout the heavens and earth!
A jet-black dragon shadow erupted from his chest, and wherever it passed, the air became viscous, and the white walls of the corridor visibly became moldy, mottled, and peeling.
"boom!"
The dragon's shadow smashed through the window and shot straight into the night sky.
The eight undead were lifted up by the dragon's tail and struggled desperately, but could only watch helplessly as they rose into the dark clouds with the dragon's shadow.
Peng Zhenni's heart was beating very fast.
It's not the kind of butterflies that flutter when you see a handsome guy or your lover.
It was a tremor deep within the soul.
For an ordinary person, witnessing a supernatural battle far exceeding the scenes in games and movies is like a dream.
Jiang Chaosheng put away the Grim Reaper's scythe and the flintlock pistol, then turned and walked into the ward.
Peng Zhenni then came to her senses and quickly followed him inside.
.......
"teacher!"
Peng Guanhai was very excited; his gray eyebrows were trembling.
Jiang Chaosheng pulled up a chair and sat down, getting straight to the point:
"What are your plans? Do you want to come with me?"
Peng Guanhai understood.
Hell has already bared its fangs at him.
Without his husband's protection, he didn't know how much longer he would have lived.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, maybe tonight.
He now faces two choices.
He now faces two choices.
Either be protected by your husband.
Or... let them fend for themselves.
He was silent for a long time.
Then he got off the bed and knelt on the ground with a "plop".
He turned his head, looked at Peng Zhenni, and said sternly:
"Jenny, come here! Kneel down!"
Peng Zhenni paused for a moment, then quickly walked to her grandfather's side and bent down.
Jiang Chaosheng sat motionless in his chair, looking down at the grandfather and grandson in front of him.
Peng Guanhai took a deep breath and said in a low voice:
"My body is getting weaker every day. Even if I don't get killed by those things today, I won't live much longer."
Jiang Chaosheng parted his thin lips slightly: "I can let you live."
He admired Peng Guanhai.
An ordinary mortal, in just seven years, single-handedly uncovered crucial clues about hell.
This once-famous detective, White Cat, who was renowned in the American law enforcement circles, will surely be of use in the future.
Peng Zhenni quickly spoke up:
"Brother...sir, please let my grandfather live!"
"Shut up!"
Peng Guanhai sternly shouted to stop him.
He turned to look at Jiang Chaosheng, his face etched with deep wrinkles.
"Sir, I... am tired."
His voice was very soft, like a candle that was about to burn out.
"I don't want to get involved in anything related to the supernatural anymore."
Even if I could achieve immortality, it would mean nothing to me now.
Jiang Chaosheng gazed at him intently for a long time before slowly speaking:
"You're doing this so... you don't want your granddaughter to get involved in supernatural conflicts again, right?"
Peng Guanhai was silent for a moment, then nodded.
He knew very well that if he became a part of the supernatural world, Peng Zhenni would be affected sooner or later.
He just wanted his granddaughter to live like an ordinary person.
Study hard, work hard, fall in love, find a good partner, and live a simple and peaceful life.
that is it.
Jiang Chaosheng said with a hint of regret:
I respect your choice.
Having witnessed the horrors of hell, even he couldn't guarantee whether Peng Zhenni would be able to continue living a peaceful life after Peng Guanhai became a member of the Forbidden Society.
At best, he can ensure her survival.
Peng Guanhai raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with pleading:
"Sir, could you please grant Jenny a treasure to spare her from the torments of hell?"
He paused, his voice trembling.
"I know your rules: I will bear all the curses and consequences alone."
Jiang Chaosheng looked at him without saying a word.
The air was eerily quiet; you could hear a pin drop.
a long time.
Jiang Chaosheng chuckled and shook his head.
"You traded twenty years of your life for that mirror."
By your calculations, your lifespan is already quite short—perhaps a year, perhaps even less.
He looked into Peng Guanhai's eyes.
"You are no longer in a position to bear the consequences."
A look of despair flashed in Peng Guanhai's eyes.
Just then, Jiang Chaosheng changed the subject:
"but……"
He took out the mirror from his pocket and glanced down at it.
"I'm taking this mirror."
In exchange, I can give you another forbidden item.
He looked up at Peng Guanhai, his gaze calm.
"Taking this mirror before your life is cut off is my breach of contract."
So—our deal, let's start over.
He put the Mirror of Longing for Home into his palm.
"Use those twenty years of your life to exchange for a forbidden item that can resist the corruption of hell for your granddaughter."