C30 (2/2)

He was as helpless as a weak child.

Chu Chi liked this feeling very much. The abandoned factory was like a desolate grave, emanating an aura of death and despair.

”Teeth for teeth, eye for eye. It's my favorite sentence.” The current him was no longer angry. When a person's power could control the situation, there was no longer a need for him to be angry, but instead to enjoy.

”You hit me thirty-seven times. I remember the strength, angle, and position of each hit very clearly.” Chu Chi said, ”I will return it back to you intact.”

Just as she finished her sentence, she slapped Wang Binn's face.

The skin on Wang Binn's face was ripped, he covered his face and roared as he rolled on the ground.

Before he could react, Chu Chi whipped his belt towards him like a torrential storm.

One after another, without any hesitation or pause.

Wang Binn felt that his entire body was being pierced by wind, the cold wind was tearing at him, but he was unable to move. He lay on the ground, his body occasionally twitching, and fresh blood blossomed around his body like flowers.

He really wanted to faint, or even die. However, this was not something that he could decide.

Chu Chi squatted beside him and looked at him with his pitch black eyes.

”Kill me …” Wang Binn said vaguely, not lightly.

”Of course you will die.” Chu Chi took out a piece of yellow paper that was drenched in blood and placed it on Wang Binn's forehead.

”Chu Chi, don't kill!” Zhou Shen shouted.

Chu Chi raised his head and looked at Zhou Shen, ”Reason.”

”Using a living Celestial Soul to make talismans is evil, don't go down …” Zhou Shen saw that one of Chu Chi's eyes was completely filled with black. What exactly was that black substance?

Chu Chi muttered an incantation, a few strands of azure light flickered on the yellow paper, and then, it settled down, and a pattern appeared on the yellow paper. The light in Wang Binn's eyes dimmed, and he extended his leg out, no longer moving.

Zhou Shen could not finish his words.

”I'm just returning the killing intent he had for me.” Chu Chi stood up shakily and put the yellow paper back into his pocket. Then he closed his eyes, dabbed his chest with his right index finger, and drew around his left eye.

With each stroke, what was left was not a bloody mark but a cyan mark. When he stopped, a strange character appeared on the left side of his face.

Zhou Shen recognized it, it was a tadpole script, a type of extremely ancient language, but he did not know what type of character it was, and only guessed that it had the effect of suppressing power, because after writing the word, the force emitted from Chu Chi's body gradually disappeared.

Chu Chi opened his eyes once again, the black part that had invaded his pupils had already disappeared, and his pupils had returned to normal. The sound of the small black ball in his hair stopped.

The security guards fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Chu Chi hobbled over to Zhou Shen and untied his ropes. He then quietly went to pick up the dead crow carcasses, took off his outer robes and wrapped them in them before walking out of the factory. When he reached the entrance, he collapsed onto the ground.

Zhou Shen immediately chased after them. Realizing that he was just fainting, he heaved a sigh of relief, and looked back, only to see that the security guards had all sat up, but their eyes were filled with confusion. There were a few who had a foolish look on their faces, crying and laughing foolishly, so they carried Chu Chi on their backs and headed back the way they came.

After they left, Cripple Feng walked out from behind a broken wall of the factory, towards Wang Binn's corpse.

”Hai.” Looking at Wang Binn's miserable state, Cripple Feng could not help but sigh. He remembered the first time he saw Wang Binn, was when he was in Wang Binn's village. At that time, Wang Binn was still very young, and when all the children saw him, they all retreated in fear. Only Wang Binn was not afraid of him, and according to the bone touching method, he knew that Wang Binn was born to be a material for becoming a Corpse Refiner.

However, Wang Binn was not interested in learning Corpse-refining, so he could not force the issue and could only choose to obtain this opportunity.

”We are master and disciple.” The Cripple Feng said, ”But in the end, there is still the identity of master and disciple, and this is my revenge for killing my disciple. How can I not avenge it … However, Master has also seen that young man is not a simple person. I wonder what kind of relationship he has with the person who owns the Corpse Core?

Just then, Wang Binn's corpse suddenly sat up straight, with tears flowing out of his eyes, and his bloodied face streaked across, leaving behind two fresh streams of tears. There were some sounds in his throat, as though he had countless of words to say to Cripple Feng.

Although the Celestial Soul is gone, the Earth and the Fate Soul are still here. If I can get that Corpse Core, it might be able to save my life … It's fate. Master has no choice but to take this risk for you! ” Cripple Feng clenched his fists, wrapped the robes around Wang Binn's body, and carried him out of the abandoned factory.