Chapter 122 The Magic Weapon? The Magic Weapon! (2/2)
Luckily, they wouldn’t be noticed whatever they did under virtualised reality effect, or Liu Shuai would have been a trial subject of Hunyuan Vat.
“Calm down. Calm down!” Hao Ning and Long Fei dragged Liu Shuai, knowing that his pride of theological expert didn’t allow him to leave aside the idiots who possessed Hunyuan Vat but had no insight in using it. Hao Ning was puzzled as well. Why Hunyuan Vat could be a voice-controlled one? And he got it after several thoughts, the so-called “voice-controlled” was actually a spell.
“But big bro, why is the words for activation in English?” the black one continued, “I’m not good at English. Come and have a look.”
“English?” Liu Shuai was struck. So was Hao Ning. He asked Liu Shuai, “During your study of theology in your dream, have you heard that the spell of Hunyuan Vat is in English?”
“Nonsense! Do you think Sanxiao Goddesses are seniors of Harry Potter?” Liu Shuai laughed at the joke himself, and he took on a serious face, “I’ll accept it if it’s in a Chinese dialect, but English? How?”
“Dialect? Like Henan dialect? Hunyuan Fat?” Hao Ning imitated it, thinking it funny, “But they said it was in English. So, it’s actually not the Hunyuan Vat?” he continued his deduction, “If that’s true, then there’s no reason that we flinch!”
“Good! Here we go!” Liu Shuai got Falling Treasure Coin from Hao Ning’s hand, about to throw, and was stopped by Zhou Yuan, “No hurry. If that’s not Hunyuan Vat, Nezha would be safe. Wait and see. For more, if you wanna throw it out, I have to cancel the virtualised reality effect on that, or it can’t even touch Hunyuan Vat and will go through it directly. So, take your time, we shall match up!”
When they talked, the big bro had already taken the mobile phone with specification on that, he read it out without any thought, “Hey, Siri!”
“Bullshit!” Liu Shuai and Hao Ning got shocked at the same time, “What is it? Isn’t this the order for iPhone’s artificial intelligence assistant? Has Hunyuan Vat already been gripped by Apple? No way… Stop all the kidding.”
“Eh… Sorry, I got it wrong.” the big bro rubbed his forehead awkwardly, took a closer look at the specification, and read with uncertainty, “Hey, Hunyuan Doo.”
“Yes.” At that time, the part of Hunyuan Vat in face of Hao Ning, where used to be lacking in paint, now became lightened. It was brightening and flashing, and some voices came out at the glint, virtually in the same tone of Siri, “What can I do for you?”
“Fuck! All English?” the big bro was somewhat despairing, from which you could tell his English level, “Why this? What happened?”
“No, we’re done for!” another man in black clapped his head and said, “We were so hasty today that we took the one in the process which should be delivered to America by mistake. I was puzzled at the specification of half Chinese and half English! Big bro, can we use it?”
“I’ll talk to you later!” The big bro stroked his forehead, sighed, “Who can predict that we have to pass the CET4 to kill a spirit? What a dreadful world for non-literacy people. I’ll try.”
“Sorry, I don’t understand…” Hearing that, the vat dimmed.
“Why it died?” he flapped it, “Out of charge?”
“Piss it. That’s really an electric device!” Hao Ning wiped the sweat on his forehead, “We’re tricked.”
Liu Shuai nodded, and was about to talk to Zhou Yuan when another man in black said, “Out of charge? It’s functioned by souls, okay?”
Saying so, he put out a small glass bottle. Hao Ning and Long Fei got stiffened at the sight of it, while Liu Shuai still blanked, “What’s up?”
“Can’t you see it?” Hao Ning got frozen for an instant, and turned to Zhou Yuan, “No… It’s really souls in the bottle! No wonder Shuai can’t see it.”
“That’s it!” Zhou Yuan understood. Hao Ning, thanks to the power he borrowed just now, could see it as well, so he went for Long Fei, certainly, while Liu Shuai, not equipped with magical power, was blind to the souls in the bottle. Then Liu Shuai tipped on his forehead, “Watch it now. Can you see several spirits there?”
“Shit, the spirit, it seems familiar…” Liu Shuai blinked and looked closer, “That’s one of the people who got into the accident in hospital!”
“How do you know that?” Hao Ning asked, and he understood right away, “You saw them then, in hospital, right? I’m stupid.”
Liu Shuai nodded, with no answer, and his brow wrinkled intensely, “Are they the guys who exchanged the souls of human for animals’?”
“Lucky little Nezha,” the man in black swung the bottle, “We borrow this from our comrades not long ago. We didn’t expect to use it on you for the first time.”
“Borrow?” Nezha scorned, “Based on your style, I bet the comrades who lent it to you are vanished since long.”
“Haha, no comment.” He didn’t answer the question.
“I see. That is ‘to kill for money’. This Godslayer Sect must have killed the one who gave them the fallen souls and stolen them.” Liu Shuai nodded, and saw Hao Ning shivered, “The staff with Mr. Fei are virtually ruthless and cruel. Such cheats, betrayals and slaughters happen even within the association. It’s creepy even only to think about that.”
During their talking, the man in black put on a pair of gloves, white, on his hands, which seemed a pair of hands flourishing in the night sky and added some gloominess to the atmosphere.
Seeing the gloves, Long Fei reeled unconsciously, as if not able to support himself. He tilted forward, about to fly away. Hao Ning noticed his oddness and gave him a hand, “Are you well?”
“Yes.” Long Fei pressed his temple, composed himself, and turn back his head to avoid looking into that person, “His gloves are unusual. I couldn’t see it clearly, as if it were half existent and half not. And it shows a bizarre suction of fragrance flame. I was about to be sucked there under distraction.”
“Eh? Does such an item exist?” Hao Ning, with Long Fei in his arms, looked at Liu Shuai, “which is able to suck the soul?”
“Hard to say. I don’t think there is.” Liu Shuai wore a confused face, pondered carefully and looked at Hao Ning, “I know one thing… but that’s impossible! Absolutely not!”
“Be straightforward!” Hao Ning got a bit impatient, “Tell us.”
“Don’t you remember? You once made a knockoff of that.” Liu Shuai’s lips quivered, “The depiction in the book was ‘One dot of spirit, flew to it’.”
“League of Gods?” Hao Ning and Hao Ning exclaimed in sync.
No wonder they feel stunned. That’s the words from The Creation of the Gods. When the people in league died, they would speak “one dot of spirit”, then fly to League of Gods, which was the source of Liu Shuai’s assumption.
But that was outrageous. Hao Ning glimpsed at the white gloves, but only shook his head, “Can’t be that.”
Wearing the gloves, the man opened the glass bottle. The soul fell to the ground, and his mouth as like being sealed by glue, unable to utter any word. At his landing on earth, he rushed madly and reached dozens of meters away in moments. However, the man in black stretched forward his hand and made a grip at ease, and then it looked like that the soul was sucked forcefully and couldn’t help moving towards the man. The man grasped one arm of the soul and laughed, “We’ve kept you alive for such long days, so now it’s your time to devote yourself!”
Saying so, he made a tore up sign in the air, and one arm of the soul was split instantly!