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Chapter 48: Blood of the Divine Being, Making a Big Profit (Seeking to Continue Reading)

In a hidden cave,

In the center of the ground, there was a strange oil lamp made from what seemed to be a monster's skull, burning with an eerie green light, dyeing the stone walls a sickly green color.

A thin and haggard figure waved their sleeve.

"Crack!"

The oil lamp exploded.

A large green flame condensed into the shape of a flaming face.

The haggard figure spoke in a hoarse voice, "Its aura has completely disappeared."

The flaming face said resentfully, "According to reliable intelligence, a large group of night owls appeared at the scene. The authorities arrived too late. It must have been that damn mole who took it."

The thin and haggard figure's tone was extremely sharp, "It's been so long, and you still haven't found the mole?"

The flaming face, feeling guilty, lowered its voice, "I've tortured three suspicious individuals to death and found a bit of a clue, but it will still take some time."

The thin and haggard figure pressed aggressively, "How much more time do you need? The mole's threat is too great. We've lost a precious treasure. If we continue to delay, we will undoubtedly face even greater losses."

The flaming face muttered "Understood" and disappeared.

*

At four o'clock in the morning,

Cheng Han opened his eyes and felt full of energy.

He had no idea that his unintentional action had actually caused the deaths of three followers of the divine beings, and they died in a very tragic manner.

Cheng Han checked his attributes and nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad, my mental value has recovered to 14.2/16.8, an increase of 9.5 points compared to before deep sleep.

And compared to before, the recovery effect is noticeably stronger.

Cheng Han felt a sense of accomplishment, "My mastery of the 'Breathing Technique' is getting deeper."

He pushed open the door of the bedroom and found that the police chief was actually lying on a chair, curled up into a big ball, looking like a large furball.

In the past, it usually slept under the cabinet.

It was clear that as the nighttime temperature dropped, the black cat didn't want to sleep on the cold floor.

Cheng Han had once suggested getting it a comfortable cat bed, but it still had the habits of a stray cat and didn't want to sleep in a cat bed.

The black cat seemed to hear footsteps and its furry ears twitched, but it didn't wake up.

Cheng Han blinked his eyes and murmured softly, "Well, let's start heating from today."

For families living in Shanyi Lane, they usually waited until the first snowfall to start burning firewood for heating in order to save some money.

But now that he was a high-income individual, he didn't care about such a small amount of money.

Cheng Han quietly brought over a few pieces of firewood, activated the True Flame Mark, and flicked his finger.

"Crack!"

A spark from Mars hit the firewood.

A blazing flame instantly burst out, moving at an unbelievable speed.

The black cat finally woke up.

It glanced at its owner, then turned its head to look at the fireplace. With a "meow," it seemed to express gratitude, then walked quickly to the fireplace and lay down again.

It was really tired yesterday.

It still needed more sleep.

Cheng Han sat by the fireplace, feeling the warmth of the fire, recalling the strange black pearl, and silently said, "Deduce its origin."

A chill immediately spread over the top of his head.

This time, the feeling was different from before, as if immersed in icy water.

His mental state plummeted, and his speed was faster than usual.

All of this undoubtedly indicated one thing - the deduction was successful.

Illusions flashed one after another.

However, they were still interfered by some kind of force, and the images were quite blurry, barely recognizable.

Scene one:

Under the candlelight.

Tan Zicheng's face changed constantly, murmuring in a low voice, "The 'God Descending Group' conducting a 'Prayer Ritual' at the textile factory... If it succeeds, then I..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

He instinctively touched his chest, his eyes somewhat confused, "Is it really worth it for the glory of reviving the Satyr people?"

Scene two:

In a dim room.

Tan Zicheng excitedly waved his right hand, "The 'God Descending Group' has been suppressed by the authorities, it seems I don't have to worry for now... cough~ cough~"

He suddenly coughed and spat out a thick ink-like phlegm.

Tan Zicheng frowned, immediately crawled on the ground, and licked it clean.

Scene three:

Early morning.

Tan Zicheng covered his chest, panicking and muttering, "Why is the 'Blood of the Other God' constantly pulsating... Ah~"

He screamed in pain.

Because his chest cavity burst open.

Amidst the flying flesh and blood, a black pearl drilled out.

Tan Zicheng fell to the floor, convulsing violently a few times, and mysteriously melted into a black mist.

The black pearl became blurry, and then disappeared.

Act Four:

Chen Zhengyang rode a bicycle, speeding down a street.

A black light flashed through the nearby bushes, instantly hitting the back of his head and disappearing into it.

Chen Zhengyang was completely unaware.

And thus, the illusion ended.

A prompt appeared at the right time: "Proficiency +155, current proficiency is 395/1000, mental value is 7.1/16.8."

The increase in proficiency has reached three digits for the first time!

A record has been broken!

This also indicates that something extraordinary has been deduced this time.

Cheng Han was shocked: "My goodness! Blood of the Divine God?"

His expression changed repeatedly: "Could it really be a drop of divine blood taken from a Divine God? Its origin is so significant, no wonder it couldn't be deduced before.

"So the textile factory incident, the source is actually this thing. And from the name 'God Descent Group,' could it be that they intend to resurrect a Divine God?"

Although it was just a few words, Cheng Han realized the severity of the matter, far beyond imagination.

In addition, the All-Knowing Eye deduced some fragmented information.

For example:

The instinctive consciousness of the Divine God's blood bead has been excessively consumed and is in a completely sealed state. Without forcibly awakening it, it will remain dormant for at least five years.

In this situation, it is impossible to find it without human search efforts.

Cheng Han nodded lightly: "That's not bad. I still have plenty of time to deal with this thing."

Hand it over to the authorities?

He didn't plan to do that for now.

This is the spoils he obtained through hard work, and it is also an extremely rare item with a great origin. Naturally, he needs to dig out its value.

"If this thing is really divine blood, then it must contain a vast amount of profound knowledge. Knowledge is not only wealth, but also represents power.

"In the process of analyzing the divine blood, I can also gain a massive amount of skill proficiency, which will greatly accelerate the upgrade progress of the All-Knowing Eye.

"The blood of the Divine God is not only an extremely dangerous item, but also a treasure of immense value!"

Cheng Han made a decisive decision: "There is still a lot of mental value left. I can probably do another deduction."

He communicated with the residual imprint of the Spirit Tamer and issued an instruction: "Get closer to the bead."

The closer the distance to the target, the higher the success rate of the skill.

This is experience.

Cheng Han maintained the mysterious connection with the Long Feathers Falcon, recalling the appearance of the Divine God's blood, and silently said, "Analyze the mystery of the Divine God's blood, try to complete the imprint."

A chill ran through his scalp.

But there was no feedback.

0.5 points of mental value wasted in vain.

Cheng Han did not rush to make a second deduction, but fell into contemplation: "I currently possess three types of imprints: True Flame Imprint, Spirit Tamer Imprint, and Spirit Realm Imprint.

"Limiting the range to a clear and specific scope will increase the success rate of deduction. So it's best to choose one imprint to complete. Let's try the Spirit Realm Imprint first."

The True Flame Imprint seems to be the nemesis of Divine God's power, so it is unlikely to complete this imprint with it. The deduction difficulty of the Spirit Tamer Imprint is not high, so there is no need to rely on the Divine God's blood.

And as everyone knows, Divine Gods are all proficient in the realm of souls, and the Spirit Realm Imprint also focuses on the soul, so there is a high probability of gaining something.

Cheng Han communicated with the pale purple light cluster in the Sea of Spirit and silently said, "Analyze!"

The chill came even more fiercely.

The mental value also plummeted.

The Spirit Realm Imprint instantly expanded rapidly, and the core filament structure grew at an unprecedented speed.

After a moment.

The mental value was almost depleted.

The purple light returned to its original state.

But the size of the light cluster had doubled.

The filament structure had become more complex, and an odd-shaped auxiliary structure extended from the edge, resembling a twisted sickle.

Another piece of information appeared: "Proficiency +68, current proficiency is 463/1000, mental value is 0.1/20.3."

Cheng Han was overjoyed: "Just by glimpsing a tiny bit, I actually gained such a huge harvest. Truly worthy of divine blood!"

Adding up the deduction just now, the proficiency increased by a total of 223 points.

A big profit!

Cheng Han laughed happily: "Indeed, without unexpected gains, one cannot become wealthy! The hard work of these past few days was not in vain!"

He carefully observed the imprint, especially the strange sickle structure, and his face showed a pleased expression: "So this is the 'Flash Spirit Sickle,' interesting!"

According to the feedback from the imprint, this is an extremely powerful skill.

At this moment.

A needle-like pain occurred in his head.

Cheng Han frowned: "I can't go on, the mental exhaustion is too severe. I need to go back to sleep."

(End of this chapter)