Chapter 119: Target—the Elder of the World-Cleansing Society (9)
This time, the plane arrived smoothly at N City in Greater America’s capital.
However, scarcely had Wu Zui stepped off the cabin when a group of men in Greater America’s Spirit Detective uniforms approached and stopped him. One of them, appearing to be the leader, said, “Honorable Awakener, please open your backpack for a routine inspection!”
Though their tone and wording were impeccable, Wu Zui still sensed something unusual about Greater America. Other nations only forbade the export of their strategic materials and typically ignored what foreign Spirit Detectives carried. But Greater America’s aggressive approach was rare indeed.
“An inspection, huh? Here you go!”
Wu Zui didn’t want any trouble and tossed his backpack over with a flick of his hand.
A Spirit Detective caught it and began examining the contents, while the leader held his phone, occasionally glancing at Wu Zui. Soon the leader spoke again, “Sorry, sir, there are prohibited items in your belongings. Please come with us.”
Wu Zui glanced at him and then at the five other Spirit Detectives subtly reaching for their pistols at their hips, narrowing his eyes. This deliberate provocation stirred the black substance within his body, making it writhe again.
It was an interesting dynamic: ghosts feared Awakeners, Awakeners feared ordinary firearms, and ordinary firearms were useless against ghosts.
“Bringing pistols means they’re targeting Awakeners specifically!” he thought.
“Fine, lead the way!”
Wu Zui crossed his arms, covering his chest with his coat. The chains of his Conscience Lock, which had yet to ignite with karmic fire, slowly began crawling out. They pierced the ground, splitting into six strands, creeping toward the feet of the surrounding Greater America Spirit Detectives.
“Pete, uh...”
The leader motioned with his right hand, signaling his team to act. Immediately, one approached Wu Zui with handcuffs designed to suppress magnetic energy in Awakeners.
Wu Zui’s suspicion deepened.
Boom—boom—
Five chains burst from the ground, piercing the right hands of the five Spirit Detectives reaching for their guns, then flinging them far away. The remaining chain wrapped the leader tightly like a bundle and dragged him to Wu Zui’s side.
Wu Zui bent down, grabbed his backpack, and his captive’s figure twisted and vanished as he opened a spatial singularity. Moments later, they reappeared inside an abandoned, unfinished building.
“Speak! Where is the Greater America branch of the Purification Sect located?” Wu Zui asked coldly, suspending the leader upside down with the Conscience Lock chains.
“I don’t know! Let me go, or Greater America will never forgive you!” The man struggled fiercely, his voice laced with threats. Greater America and China were both great powers, and such an incident could easily spark conflict between the two.
“Oh? Is that so?”
Wu Zui took out the golden revolver Jason had given him in Aier Country. Raising it, he emptied all six golden bullets into the man’s body. The six bullet holes leaked black blood instead of red.
This was unmistakable evidence of ghost fusion!
“You’re a Spirit Detective colluding with the Purification Sect. How do you think Greater America will deal with you? Even if I kill you, Greater America owes me a banner for it!” Wu Zui said with a hint of amusement as the man screamed in agony.
“Ordinary people will eventually exit the stage of history; ghosts are the future rulers of this world. Heh, I advise you to abandon the darkness and join us!” The leader twitched violently, the golden bullets corroding his body.
Not fully fused with the anomaly, he was at his most vulnerable to golden creations.
Wu Zui drew his golden longsword, resting its blade against the leader’s body and sneered, “A half-fused trash like you dares to recruit me? Tell me the location of the Purification Sect’s branch here, or else—”
Sss—
The golden sword suddenly pierced the man’s thigh, the corrosive effect causing black blood to flow freely. The leader could feel the life essence and resentment within his body draining away with the blood.
He tried to use his anomaly powers to break free of the iron chains, but it was futile. The Conscience Lock’s restraint was too strong, even without the karmic fire, impossible for a half-baked anomaly like him to escape.
Seeing the leader’s resistance suppressed, Wu Zui withdrew the sword and stabbed the other leg.
“Ah! If you kill me, Elder Master will kill you!” The man yelled fiercely, his strength waning and body corroded by the golden creation. Having only recently joined the Purification Sect, he lacked the ruthless resolve others possessed.
As the man’s screams subsided, Wu Zui coldly demanded again, “Tell me the Purification Sect’s branch location here!”
“Ah—”
Pain drove the man into a frenzy.
Wu Zui said nothing but pulled out the black head of Zhang Meng from within the Conscience Lock chains. The surrounding life essence and resentment instantly swirled into a small black vortex, converging into the mouth of the black head.
The leader’s life essence and resentment were no exception. Two streams gushed from the wounds in his legs, joining six more from the bullet holes, forming eight slender threads, all sucked into the black head’s mouth.
“No! Don’t consume my life essence and resentment! I don’t want to be a normal person again!” The upside-down leader thrashed violently, the Conscience Lock chains clinking loudly.
“7631 Green Avenue! Stop!”
Sensing his life essence draining away, the leader hastily revealed the Purification Sect’s branch location and begged Wu Zui to stop.
Wu Zui glanced at him but continued. Under the influence of the black substance, he was more tempted than ever to kill this man then and there, using the black head to erase all traces.
A blue figure flashed in his mind, suppressing the urge.
“This kind of person is better off remaining normal. Power would only make him a threat to others.”
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