Odd Containment Specialist

Su Yue stared at the head that rolled on the ground, and her expression seemed to be still unbelievable.

Killed?

It seemed that she had killed him. She cut off the man's head. According to the rules of the underworld, the head seemed to have the highest control over a body and was also the default residence of consciousness.

Cutting off the head was equivalent to breaking the connection between Huang Changnian and the body of the Crow Owl.

Although she saw that Huang Changnian's head was still blinking, with a resentful and angry expression, he was no longer a threat.

Thinking of the extremely terrifying pain she had just felt, Su Yue still had lingering fears, but fortunately she would not really die in the underworld. The pain of boiling blood would always subside slightly as the temperature cooled.

"Brother Xia Shou! Brother Xia Shou, are you okay?"

Su Yue spread her legs and ran to Xia Shou, who was lying on the ground. Compared with others, Xia Shou, who had suffered two blood boiling injuries, was much more seriously injured.

At this moment, a young voice came from the thick fog in the distance.

"Hey, Xiao Huang, you are in such a mess, aren't you?"

Su Yue's expression changed immediately, and she quickly picked up the Tongziqie and pointed it in the direction of the sound.

Then, a young man came from the other side of the fog. He didn't look strange. He was wearing a funeral home uniform, clean and handsome. If he was in high school, he would be a school idol.

Su Yue held the knife and thought and analyzed in an orderly manner.

The current situation was not good for her.

Originally, this situation was actually good for her, because her ability could only take effect in a one-on-one duel.

But the bad thing was that it was difficult to die in the underworld, so even if her ability was successfully activated, she couldn't do it again infinitely. If she really lost, she would become half-dead, and she was still a step away from complete death.

And there was no way to go back.

But she had to fight.

Su Yue quietly waited for the other party to get close, guessing the other party's ability in her heart.

She was very strong in hand-to-hand combat, but if it was a one-shot kill like just now, she still couldn't deal with it.

However, as the distance got closer, the newly appeared member of the funeral home had no intention of launching an attack. Instead, he talked to himself and walked towards Huang Changnian behind them.

"Didn't I remind you? Don't think you can be crazy just because you can crow a few times. The battle depends on the comprehensive strength, just like a bucket. No matter how long the long board is, you have to take into account the short board. Now it's all right, your head is rolling on the ground."

Su Yue's mind was concentrated to the limit, but she found that the other party's eyes never fell on her. From the beginning, he passed her and stared at Huang Changnian on the ground behind him, as if he didn't take her seriously at all.

The distance is too close, and he must take action!

Su Yue took a step forward and used Minamoto Raikou's close-range footwork. In an instant, he came to the front of the young man. The afterimage of the boy's cut was like a deformed whip, aiming at the enemy's chest and slashing diagonally.

Such a heavy and huge sword, as long as it is a flesh and blood body, it will be cut in half.

The body in front of her was cut into two large pieces by the unmatched blade of Tongziqie. Su Yue's pupils shrank, and she looked at the body split in front of her in disbelief.

It was not the young man just now. She cut the person in the clock tower!

"How stupid! Let me help you put your head back."

The young man's voice suddenly sounded behind her. Su Yue turned her head suddenly and found that the other party walked out of the ruins next to him. He had picked up Huang Changnian's head and was walking towards the body of the Crow Owl Envoy!

"Stop."

Su Yue heard a hoarse voice coming from her feet.

Her body shook violently, and she immediately turned her head to look to her side.

Xia Shou, who was steaming all over, slowly stood up from the ground like a zombie.

Hearing Xia Shou's voice, the young man really stopped and looked at Xia Shou with interest.

"The witch's trump card... You are the first person I have seen who can stand up so quickly after being attacked by [Owl Cry and Blood Boiling]."

Speaking of this, the young man paused and glanced at Su Yue: "As for her, she avoided the attack through some tricks."

Xia Shou did not respond.

He slowly stood up and tore off the animal skin clothes with scaly-footed snail shells sewn on his body, revealing his bare upper body.

"Huh——"

As Xia Shou took a deep breath, all the muscles in his body seemed to be exerting their strength, slowly contracting and relaxing.

Then the swollen body slowly became lean, and the boiling and swollen blood in the body was squeezed out by the muscle power, flowing out quickly from the eye sockets and nostrils.

"Heh, are you going to get serious?" The young man's eyes lit up.

"Be careful of this guy, he should be Ke Zitong from the funeral home."

Pedros walked out from behind a broken pillar in the ruins, dressed neatly and without any blood stains, as if he had not been on the battlefield just now and had not been attacked.

"LV4 extraordinary person, nickname..."

"I know, no need to say." Xia Shou interrupted casually.

Xia Shou raised his hand, lifted the hair wet by blood to the top of his head, exposing his forehead, and looked up at Ke Zitong, his eyes were indifferent and calm, almost without emotion, as if he had already adapted to the pain of boiling blood.

"Ke Zitong, nicknamed the Injured One, one of the candidates for the next dean." Xia Shou added himself.

Regarding the information of this powerful enemy in front of him, Huangfu Zuoren in the mourning stick had just chattered about it. This Ke Zitong's ability is to exchange his spatial position with any living creature within the range of the ability when attacked.

He is famous as one of the most powerful combatants of the Funeral Home. He is the youngest candidate for the director of the Funeral Home in modern times. He has committed many crimes around the world and was hunted down by the Bureau of Control. However, because of his powerful versatility, Never been caught by the Control Bureau.

Although there are reasons why the Control Bureau does not want to involve ordinary people, there is no doubt about Ke Zitong's own strength.

What's most terrifying about him is that he developed an ability that was completely "junk" to the extreme, and personally created the evil reputation of being harmless.

If we want to compare, Ke Zitong's status in the funeral home is the same as Shang Liang's status in the Control Bureau. Among the unpolluted extraordinarys, he is the strongest group.

Even now, Huangfu Zuoren is still in the mourning stick, constantly describing the details about Ke Zitong's superpower, with a panicked tone, which makes Xia Shou upset.

"Pedros, you have found a cheating ally. If he hadn't made such a big fuss, it might have taken us a while to find you." Ke Zitong glanced at Pedros with a half-smile.

Pedros looked at Xia Shou and said calmly: "At least we are not dead yet."

"The mentality is good, but this is not the Clock Tower, nor is it the territory of the Control Bureau."

As Ke Zitong spoke, he held Huang Changnian's head with his hands and tossed Huang Changnian back and forth between his left and right hands alternately like a basketball.

He could have put Huang Changnian's head on the Crow Owl Envoy's body at any time, but he did not do so.

It was as if he had absolute confidence in his own strength and didn't care at all whether he had Huang Changnian's combat power. It was as if he could easily defeat the two powerful men in front of him by himself.

"Uh... damn! It hurts so much!" No. 102 gritted his teeth and slowly sat up.

Among the ruins of ancient houses on both sides of the street, some extremely determined people finally recovered from the extreme pain of blood boiling and slowly regained the ability to think.

They looked at the scene in front of them. Pedros, Xia Shou, and Ke Zitong stood in a triangle.

One is the second hand of the clock tower, one is the uninjured person in the funeral home, and the other is the witch's trump card.

I'm afraid ordinary extraordinary people would never have the chance to see such a battle, and everyone was at a loss for a while.

Xia Shou stared at Ke Zitong for a while, then looked at the ghost transport truck that had stopped eating, and said to himself: "Very good, the most likely future has changed."

After saying that, Xia Shou walked to the ghost car, casually took out a mortal head that was in a daze of pain, picked up the mourning stick, knocked it lightly, and said to Ke Zitong:

"You don't think I stopped this car to save them, do you?"

Ke Zitong's expression froze slightly, and then he sneered: "I'm curious, what else can the Control Bureau do if it doesn't save people?"

Xia Shou walked to the ghost car, sat on the human torso that formed the ghost car, and said casually: "Let's have a good chat before the fight starts."

When No. 102, who was in a daze, heard this, he was so angry that he almost fainted and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You idiot! Do you think he is the only one in the funeral home here!"

Trish, who was also among the first to wake up, agreed with the position of the people in the Control Bureau for the first time.

As Pedros's deputy, Trish is the only one who understands the significance of this operation, and she now hates that idiot.

If this idiot hadn't rushed out and forcibly stopped the ghost car, they might not have been discovered at all, and they wouldn't have been wiped out like they were now.

The witch's trump card? What a bullshit trump card!

She had never seen such a brainless lunatic, who would rush out regardless of life and death in a situation where the enemy's and our own combat power were so disparate.

That is not bravery at all, but stupidity!

It can't even be said to be stupid. Stupid is used to describe a person's poor thinking ability, and this witch's trump card is completely crazy!

What on earth is he going to do?

Save people?

Save these thousands of heads?

Escape with this carload of heads? What daydreaming idealism!

If it is not to save people, then what is his purpose?

This kind of behavior is incomprehensible from any angle. Only people with self-destructive tendencies in their hearts are slightly likely to do such a thing.

"You guys have a good boss." Tracey said to No. 102 through gritted teeth.

No. 102 glared at Tracy fiercely, frowned, and said to himself: "Is it the same as that time?"

She couldn't understand Xia Shou's behavior.

But she thought of Yuezhuo Village.

In her mind, the memory of Yuezhuo Village was incomplete, just like Hei Wuchang. Such a coincidence seemed to be enough to explain something.

Maybe... Xia Shou has thought everything through, more clearly than anyone here.

They don't understand Xia Shou, but Xia Shou may not need their understanding at all.

Although 102 also knew that her idea was outrageous, she vaguely felt this way.

"Forget it, let him do whatever he wants." No. 102 sighed like a fool.

Xia Shou sat on the ghost car and looked at Ke Zitong provocatively: "I'm asking you, do you want to chat for a while?"

Ke Zitong slowly put away his smile, and his expression finally became serious.

He nodded seriously, as if he finally began to pay attention to the other person: "Interesting, you are really interesting, let's talk.

Since you said you wanted to talk, what should you talk about? "

"Naihe, did you leave the shield there intentionally?"

"What did I think we were going to talk about?

Yes, we kept it, but we didn't forge it. The shield is real and has been there since early morning. We just didn't move it.

Because we also want someone to find that person. The person on the shield has become a ghost king. It is impossible to communicate. Whoever goes there will die.

If someone can really get "Dorian Gray's Notebook" from there, it would be great. Our people are waiting eagerly.

After all, it is Dorian Gray's Notebook. "

After speaking, Ke Zitong paused and smiled briefly:

"In fact, if you hadn't stopped this car, I would be waiting for you there. If you are willing to go now, I can still let you go.

From the beginning, you have no choice after entering this underworld. Our people have been investigating the underworld for so many years, not just for free.

Okay, I answered your question, it's my turn to ask, did you really reach the top of the Lighthouse of Fear? Or is there no top at all?"

"Yes." Xia Shou replied.

"What is on the top of the tower? Can I tell you? Just curious. "

"How can I put it... If I must say, I have a love-brain." Xia Shou answered perfunctorily.

Ke Zitong frowned, feeling fooled, but when he saw Xia Shou's expression, he suddenly felt that maybe it was true.

Although he wanted to know who the love-brain was, he lost interest.

He cared about the tower only because he had tried it before, but he was scared down after walking half a floor.

This result was worse than that of ordinary people.

He didn't understand it, because he had never been a coward, and no one had ever said he was a coward since he could remember.

However, he still remembered how terrible the things he saw in the tower were.

"Do you have any questions?" Ke Zitong seemed particularly generous.

Xia Shou thought for a while and asked, "Do you know what you will become if the current plan is carried out? ”

The reason why he asked this question was that after seeing the hallucination of the Nameless, he used the [Withered Eyes of the Story Centipede] to look at the ghost car.

He saw the most likely appearance of this monster and the thousands of people in ten years.

This is also the reason why he took action.

"What will become of us? The dean may become a named person, or he may be finished. Who knows.

The naming is against the will of heaven. It is normal to die halfway. I just do things for my own personal interests and ideas.

You are from the Control Bureau. You can't really regard saving the world and maintaining human society as your life ideal, right?"

After Ke Zitong finished speaking, he sighed heavily and shook his head in disappointment: "I thought you were going to talk about something, but it became more and more boring. Finally, I have a question for you. Why did you suddenly find me to chat at this time? "

"Let me ask you one more question. Will you have reinforcements later?" Xia Shou asked seriously.

Ke Zitong was stunned, as if he suddenly figured it out, and his eyes lit up.

"Could it be! Oh, I understand! So that's how it is! It's not just you who came into the underworld. There are also people from other control bureaus who came in secretly, right?

You stopped the ghost car to use yourself as bait, trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain!"

Xia Shou: "..."

No. 102 was stunned, and Su Yue, who had been nervous, was also stunned for a moment, looking at Xia Shou in shock.

Even Pedros, the clock tower, and Gu Liang and Shen Fei, who had woken up not long ago, stared at Xia Shou with a shocked look.

"Fuck you! You used us as bait!" Someone among the timekeepers cursed and vomited blood.

No. 102 smiled, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared: "It's you! You hid it so well, this is the secret that the minister told you alone! "

As the finisher, No. 102 had no complaints about being used as bait. She was used to it because she had been a beneficiary.

The Control Bureau had this style and had never deceived anyone. It clearly told all employees that in order to minimize the overall casualties, some people might be used.

Some people would be harmed, but the victims might have survived many times by chance because of this cruel rule.

So... there is nothing to complain about.

Ke Zitong smiled and applauded Xia Shou:

"I figured it out! So that's how it is. It seems that you are really an idealistic fool.

But... do you think too highly of yourself? Why do you think there will be reinforcements?

Just because you are the conqueror of the Lighthouse of Fear and the survivor of the Blood Demon House, the funeral home will be afraid of you?

Don't be funny.

There will be no reinforcements.

From the beginning, there was only me.

Everyone in the hospital thought that I was enough.

Pedros is not the same person as before. As for you... I have killed too many geniuses like you who have not experienced the baptism of time.

The Holy Lady of Linghu Lake, the Man Who Offers Marrow to the Jade Dragon, and the Scarlet Wings, they were famous before, but since I killed them, no one has mentioned these nicknames.

Others will not call me the 'man who killed the Holy Lady of Linghu Lake', they all call me the Uninjured One.

...It's really pitiful, there are always people like you who take the nicknames given to you by those mediocre people seriously. "

Ke Zitong paused, put away his smile, and said solemnly: "Genius is short-lived, and the strong are washed away by the waves..."

Ke Zitong seemed to be saying this to Xia Shou, and it seemed to be saying it to himself.

Xia Shou exhaled lightly, and under the gaze of everyone, his butt left the ghost car and jumped back to the ground to stand firm.

"In short, no one is coming, right?"

Xia Shou raised his head, slowly stretched the muscles of his neck, and tried not to turn his head too much.

Then, he looked at Ke Zitong again and said coldly: "All wrong, we are the only team coming from the Control Bureau."

No. 102 frowned: "Huh?"

The others also had the same expression and made the same sound.

Even Ke Zitong was stunned.

No other troops from the Control Bureau came in, so what was he chatting about just now?

Ke Zitong looked at Xia Shou in disbelief.

Xia Shou slowly raised his head, his eyes began to become sharp, as if he was about to start to get serious.

"It's a pity for my peak achievement."