Chapter 626: Chapter 170: A Cornered Beast Fights, Qiansui’s True Form (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_3

“It’s a special Curse Tool!”

“Don’t be afraid, surround him, Curse Tools can only be used for a limited time!”

The Second Master had other ideas, but he was now a mute sheep, incapable of speech, and could only watch as his two brothers took charge.

The members of the Heroic Society encircled the tofu, and occasionally a believer, unable to resist, would walk up and bump into it, dying on the tofu.

After waiting for over an hour, the tofu finally disappeared.

Everyone was overjoyed and rushed forward hastily.

The enemy was clearly at the end of their rope; they wanted to snatch the credit for themselves!

But as soon as they got close, whoosh, another block of tofu appeared right before everyone’s eyes.

The most eager few couldn’t pull back in time and fiercely knocked their heads against it, losing more than a dozen lives.

Now, everyone panicked.

They didn’t know that Xu Shu only had three “iron slab tofu” blocks, nor did they know that iron slab tofu would shatter after being hit for some time.

But even if they knew, they wouldn’t dare to approach.

Who would dare to be the first knowing they’d be marching to their death?

So, they reported back to the masters.

The masters frowned, also finding the situation challenging; they were afraid of the long night bringing more dreams and Xu Shu eventually escaping.

After more discussion, the three masters gritted their teeth and decided to use their ultimate move.

“Spill blood, set up the Array, raise the Altar! If he won’t come out, we’ll sacrifice him! He’s got such tough luck, the Lord will certainly like him and will surely bring down a miracle; even Sarquis would praise us!” declared the Fourth Master.

The logic was sound, and the chief boss nodded repeatedly, bleating in agreement.

Everyone, realizing they didn’t have to keep dying, joyfully went to set up the Array.

There was plenty of fresh blood on the ground already, which they used directly.

Human wax candles were also readily available.

In no time, centered around the casket, a large Sacrificial Array with a diameter over 80 meters was completed.

Xu Shu had seen this Array before, when he stumbled upon a human trafficking operation between Cao Gang and Heroic Society people in the Wasteland.

But now, trapped inside the casket, he temporarily had no idea what was happening outside.

He was resting and recuperating, regaining his strength.

Meanwhile, his attention was also on what was beneath him.

In the casket lay the gorgeous corpse of a woman in imperial dress; she looked as if she were still alive, clad in luxurious garments adorned with gold and jade, her skin white as snow and delicate, the neckline revealing a hint of flesh-colored lace, her legs straight and shapely.

“Is this Lady Qiansui?”

“Why does she look so familiar? Have I seen her somewhere before?”

“I can’t remember, maybe she just resembles someone I know?”

“That can’t be right…”

Xu Shu furrowed his brows, touching the woman’s face, feeling its warm jade-like texture, searching for some clue.

It was rare to find an ancient corpse so well-preserved; Xu Shu guessed there might be something strange about it.

He pried open the corpse’s mouth to see if there were any dust pearls or anything of the sort (Note 1) inside but found nothing.

One must be thorough in these matters, as a mouth wasn’t the only place a corpse could hide something.

Xu Shu reached into her other “mouth” and indeed found something.

In his hand was a thin layer of dark black, transparent sticky liquid.

It was the “Holy Communion” that the Believers had been distributing earlier.

Xu Shu was stunned.

Was this… no.

A black “sanitary pad”?

This thing must have belonged to a corpse of a thousand years; despite having been dead so long, it was still ovulating?

This could be consumed?

That was truly defying the heavens.

Xu Shu smacked his lips and proceeded to unravel the garments wrapping the body, searching over it.

If even a black “pad” had effects, who knew what other treasures might be on the body?

Xu Shu explored over mountains, delved into riverbeds, and studied wells but found nothing else, just a big white lump.

Suddenly, a faint female voice echoed by his ear: “Sir, what are you doing?”

Was the corpse coming to life?

Just as Xu Shu was about to teach this ancient corpse what it meant to respect the aged and love the young with his “Chaser of Light,” he realized someone else was with him.

It was Lan Xin.

It turned out her “Falling in Love” time had finally come; after waking up, she withdrew from Xu Shu’s body, and now was faintly hovering above Xu Shu, staring intensely at his hands tightly gripping Da Ju.

“Don’t get it wrong, I’m just doing research; this corpse is very strange.” Xu Shu said without blushing.

Lan Xin believed him, nodded and said softly, “Mmm, I know, this is Lady Qiansui.”

“Lady Qiansui?” Xu Shu’s brow wrinkled.

Lan Xin continued in a whisper, “They say Lady Qiansui is the servant of the Gods; her flesh and blood are the gifts of the Gods. Originally, they wanted me to undergo some ceremony here to receive the protection of the Gods. I thought something was off, so I ran away, and then I met you.”

“So that’s how it is…”

Xu Shu stroked his chin, suddenly thinking, the Archbishop mentioned Lan Xin was a vessel, could there be a possibility that they wanted to resurrect this Lady Qiansui?

She was producing so much black “sanitary pad” material despite being dead; if she came back to life, wouldn’t it be chaos with on-the-spot ovulation?

Lost in thought, Xu Shu barely noticed Lan Xin asking, “Sir, where are we now?”

“We’re trapped, might not be able to escape; are you scared?”

“With you here, Sir, I’m not afraid.”

“Tsk.”

Xu Shu grimaced; he hated being ‘relied on.’

After some consideration, he suggested, “There’ll be a fight later; it’s better if you stay inside my body.”

After Lan Xin left, he felt his strength noticeably decline, which wasn’t advantageous for fighting later.

“Alright, Sir. Hu hu hu, hu hu hu~” Lan Xin obediently took out the Curse Dagger, and began to stab in and out of Xu Shu’s side while crying tears.

After a while, when the crying subsided, she “fell in love” again, turned into an intangible entity, and burrowed into Xu Shu’s spine, wrapping around him.

“Huh!”

Xu Shu’s strength peaked again; he calculated the time—the iron slab tofu could hold out for another ten minutes or so.

In a moment, after observing briefly, if the door to the hall opened, he’d speed up and escape.

But if the door remained shut, he’d have to keep hiding in the casket.

It was not just a stopgap!

Despite appearing confident in front of Lan Xin, the truth was, he was inwardly uncertain.

Whether he’d make it through today’s hurdle was unknown to him.

The enemy was too strong, their numbers overwhelming.

It was likely he wouldn’t see tomorrow’s sun.

But with even the slightest chance, he had to fight for it!

Xu Shu waited quietly, suddenly hearing a unified chanting from outside.

“The great, omnipotent Lord, the eternal being that traverses stars and spirits…”