CHAPTER 374: 0316 NOT AT PEACE EVEN AT HOME_1

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"Not that I want to use this, it’s just that compared to other stuff, this is already the best..."

Leon replied rather helplessly after glancing around the empty Emerald Valley,

"I don’t dare pull the sword from Senior Emma’s chest, so I can only use what’s taken from her office. If you don’t like the spiked mace, there’s still the spiked board, the iron maiden, the crushing punishment cart, the iron caltrop whip, or even the big guillotine blade removed from the guillotine... Which one do you prefer?"

"..."

Seeing the grim torture devices scattered on the ground, the lazy young man’s cheek twitched slightly. He then realized Leon was not wrong, that compared to those terrifying devices that killed little by little, the spiked mace, which could solve "problems" all at once, was indeed the best choice.

But being killed by a spiked mace was really a bit...

"Why not...just pull out Emma’s sword instead?"

Looking at the bloodstains still fresh on the reversed spikes of the spiked mace, the lazy young man couldn’t help but swallow his saliva. Not wanting to be hammered to death by this steaming hot thing, he suggested,

"I’ve seen her use Emma’s ’Satisfying Scales.’ It’s mainly for soul judgment, and the harm to the body is just added. It’s generally not fatal. Even if it is fatal, actually it’s not a problem. Her Undying Body can still be used at least three hundred times again. A single death wouldn’t cause any issues.

She’s in a coma mainly because of severe soul injuries that prevent her will from controlling her body. And this soul-targeting sword is in her heart. While it won’t cause her body further trauma, it actually impacts her Soul Resuscitation. You should just pull out the sword!"

"I see..."

Hearing this, Leon nodded, then reached out to touch the hilt of the ’Satisfying Scales.’ Confirming the situation as described, he carefully grasped the hilt, steadied his arm, and gently pulled it out.

"Poof!"

With the subtle sound of a blade leaving the flesh, Emma’s body shuddered slightly, and the freshly flowing blood immediately soaked her front.

But just as the lazy young man had said, despite suffering secondary trauma from Leon’s sword-drawing movement, as the blade of the ’Satisfying Scales’ left, Emma’s previously chaotic and sluggish soulfire swiftly became smooth and stable, even showing faint signs of awakening.

"Not bad. Her condition is better than I expected."

Noticing the slight twitch of Emma’s fingertips, the lazy young man’s eyes flickered twice before speaking,

"She’ll probably wake up soon. If she’s in good condition, you might not even need to kill me.

Although my return ritual consumes little, the feeling of having the body completely destroyed and then gradually rebuilt, and the soul completely extinguished before reigniting, is somewhat hard to say which is more uncomfortable than being hammered to death by a spiked mace bit by bit... Wait!"

Raising his head to check Emma’s condition, he seemed to have noticed something strange, jolting his neck upright, his eyes brimming with eagerness as he shouted,

"Turn around! Look at that crocodile!"

Crocodile?

Hearing Senior Tom’s reminder, Leon suddenly got startled.

Wasn’t the Crocodile God brought by the ’Satisfying Scales’ contract already gone?

...

Oh no, he had been found!

Upon hearing the commotion from the mountain top, the Crocodile God, who was stealthily moving its hind legs step by step away, suddenly shivered violently.

Because the ’Satisfying Scales’ contract hadn’t concluded yet, the unfortunate Crocodile God couldn’t leave and was picked up by Leon, who was drunk, and used to smash the Goddess of Fortune’s forehead like a weapon.

After being caught by the Goddess of Fortune and thrown away, the small and helpless Crocodile God dared not interfere further between these two big shots, quietly hiding far away.

According to the original idea of the Crocodile God, it was just ready to lie low quietly until Leon and the Goddess of Fortune had finished their fight, then discreetly act cute to whichever side won to beg for mercy, and this would all be over.

After all, it was merely following a contract to have a snack, without any direct conflict with the two, and backed by some big shots in the Realm of the Dead, both the Purification Bureau and the Goddess of Fortune had to give it some face.

So no matter which side won, they were unlikely to kill it, as long as it hid properly and didn’t get involved, there was absolutely no life threat.

To its misfortune, the situation took a sudden nosedive. Leon, the Old Soil resident infiltrating the Purification Bureau with ill intent, suddenly exposed his identity, being uncovered by the Goddess of Fortune as an Old Soil visitor, even reaching a secret agreement with each other.

The unspeakable means one couldn’t tell anyone, or everyone who knew would have to die!

Witnessing the entire conversation between Leon and the Goddess of Fortune, and watching with his own eyes as the Goddess swore by Authority to keep it secret no matter what, the unfortunate Crocodile God almost burst into tears right on the spot.

Worried about being murdered by the two villains intent on keeping secrets, the Crocodile God maxed out its natural ability to play dead, lowering its presence to the minimum, with even its soul sinking into silence, just a faint breath away from total extinguishment. It then silently prayed in its heart, begging not to be noticed.

Unfortunately, its stealth was barely enough to deceive humans but was utterly useless at the True God level. A mere glance from the Goddess of Fortune noted the feigned-dead Crocodile God.

However, while the Goddess of Fortune noticed it, she didn’t act directly, seemingly believing that the Old Soil resident would finish it off to protect the "hidden" secret and directly stepped into the Dreamrealm and left.

Just when the Crocodile God, anxious and desperate, was repeatedly begging in its heart, fearing it would be killed by that Old Soil person; a miracle really happened.

That Old Soil person, who nearly took down the Goddess of Fortune, after scanning the surroundings with soul vision, actually ignored it just like a regular person dull to soul perception!

How lucky!

Seeing the Old Soil person, pretending to be extremely weak again, carrying the unconscious female cleaner, beginning to climb up the mountain with effort, the heart of the fortunate Crocodile God pounded wildly, nearly pulling it back from its pseudo-dead state.

Under its intensely hopeful gaze, the Old Soil infiltrator of the Purification Bureau truly ignored it and climbed all the way to the mountain top, eventually, even pulling out that ever-maintained contracting stiletto sword that kept it from leaving at the suggestion of another cleaner!

Thank heavens!

Sensing Leon’s "murderous" gaze, the Crocodile God, suddenly jumping, used the fastest speed of its life to activate the door between life and death, then plunged headlong into it, stepping onto the "No Return Path" leading to the Realm of the Dead.

Finally got away!

Having escaped from the overly dangerous world of the living, looking at the dim and gloomy Realm of the Dead before it, as well as the wailing and struggling dead desperately trying to turn back on the No Return Path, the Crocodile God who escaped unharmed was almost moved to tears.

That damn world’s water was too deep. It was merely too hungry, eager to taste some fresh delight, and nearly lost its life in the process.

The Realm of the Dead is still the best!

Though the scenery was somewhat monotonous, the wailing dead a bit noisy, and the taste of sinful souls somewhat stale, not as fresh as those freshly dead, life here was fairly stable at least, without worrying about sudden attacks. The Realm of the Dead was truly too...

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

???

In surprise and horror, within the monochrome world of the dead, abruptly arose a brilliant splash of color.

Countless strands of bright red hair suddenly surged out of the rolls of the Yellow Springs River beneath the No Return Path, instantly weaving a gigantic blood-red cocoon over a hundred meters in diameter, trapping the Crocodile God just stepping onto the No Return Path tightly inside.

"No wonder the scent felt familiar."

Observing the terrified Crocodile God inside the hair cocoon, the Director squatting on the shore of the Yellow Springs River brushing his teeth spat out the toothpaste foam, frowned, and asked,

"If I’m not mistaken, you are the crocodile that signed a contract with Emma, right? Why do you have the Goddess of Fortune’s scent on you? Wait, how do you have Leon’s as well?"

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