"Ah... these seem to be the later issues; the key now is—where is the sea snail shell?" Wu Liang pondered with confusion, stroking his chin.
He had even sliced Triton, the entire fierce ghost, into pieces, yet he hadn’t seen the sea snail shell ntioned in the Ghost Compendium that needed to be exorcised simultaneously.
Triton could even use that thing to launch a Soul Shock, but where was it?
"Boss... there’s sothing wrong with the fragnts." The Mist Ghost erged from behind Wu Liang to remind him.
He then dispersed the mist that had wrapped the fragnts of Triton’s illusory body, and indeed, found that sothing had changed within.
The pieces on the ground had astonishingly transford into strange blue-purple fragnts, exhibiting a distinctly tallic feel, completely different from the fleshy texture when the Kitchen Knife Ghost had slain it earlier.
Wu Liang bent down, picked them up, observed closely, and then sniffed them to sense a strong fishy sll wafting over.
Finally, he frowned and said, "These are... fish scales? Is he really a rmaid?"
Clearly, the sea snail shell had been hidden in so secret place, and now because he had only destroyed the illusory body without dealing with the sea snail shell, Triton had not been exorcised.
Most likely, it would soon regenerate from wherever the sea snail shell was.
However, to say that he put on this entire act and gained nothing from it wouldn’t be accurate.
The complete destruction of the illusory body was certainly harmful to Triton; otherwise, this guy would just need to bury the sea snail shell deep underground and beco an immortal invincible existence, wouldn’t he?
"Sigh... I hoped it would be easier for He Zhan, but it seems we’ll have to go with the original bait plan," Wu Liang said with a helpless sigh.
At this point, he turned to look at the group of walking dead on the pedestrian street.
Although these guys still maintained human form and continued wandering aimlessly with vacant eyes after Triton’s departure,
According to the fierce ghost information recorded in the Ghost Compendium, these secondary spread sources, when not emitting cries, could basically be considered as corpses.
Corpses that could beco Golden City’s fierce ghosts at any mont.
From Wu Liang’s assessnt, it was—Boss has entered the second phase; now we need to interrupt its spell-casting prelude.
"Mist, continue trapping those who can be saved, but as for those beyond saving... I don’t want to see my dead comrades rise up to attack ."
Wu Liang finished speaking and looked up at the sky.
Gray and oppressive.
No matter the scale of the supernatural event, or the intensity of the fierce ghost, those suffering first are always the ordinary people powerless before them.
Their lives are like ants on the street that may be crushed by passersby at any mont.
"It’s been years since I’ve seen so many dead... piled up like mountains..."
As soon as the words fell, heads with vacant eyes were decapitated by countless Mist Swords ford out of thin air, and their bodies, which might soon serve as nourishnt for Golden City, were also reduced to powder.
In the blood mist that filled the air, Wu Liang was the only one able to move, lowering his head as he walked forward, expressionless like an executioner in Hell swinging his blade countless tis.
He felt like he was losing sothing bit by bit.
As if he was also gradually gaining sothing.
Both were important, balancing gains and losses.
......
......
On the other side of Shangluo City—
In a certain abandoned building rarely visited by people.
Originally, only a few holess people would use this place as a shelter from the rain, but now all the supernatural infected individuals around unknowingly entered.
They silently shed tears, their eyes vacant, as they gazed at a glowing object on a stone pillar.
One by one, they gradually kneeled as if worshiping sothing supre to them.
A mont later, as the first person stopped shedding tears of sadness and collapsed with the happiest smile ever, unable to rise again,
these worshiping secondary spread sources fell one after another like dominoes.
Finally, with the sacrifice of nearly a hundred secondary spread sources, the glowing object withdrew its light, revealing its true form—a blue sea snail shell.
The next second, a small, illusory, translucent boy floated out from the small opening of the sea snail shell, with faint fish scales gradually appearing on his body.
As he erged, he glared with anger, gritting his teeth, and said, "Deception... vile... he’s not a citizen of Golden City... he’s of the cursed bloodline!"
When Wu Liang slashed his illusory body, Triton felt the essential human aura under the guise of a fierce ghost.
Though Triton did not understand why Wu Liang looked just like a fierce ghost everywhere, at least he knew this guy had been deceiving him all along!
As the Prince of Golden City, Triton, second only to one ghost and above all others, never had a fierce ghost dared to overstep before him, not even the human who once annihilated Golden City plotted any sches.
Yet today, he suffered a significant loss in this regard.
How could he possibly accept that?
Snatching the sea snail shell from the stone pillar, Triton’s gaze turned to another direction.
Not towards the place where Wu Liang had been, but towards where He Zhan was constantly avoiding the secondary spread sources trapped by the mist, searching for Triton throughout the city.
He was furious, but he wasn’t stupid.
The thods Wu Liang used to slay him with that City-Destroying Level Fierce Ghost skill, and the powerful resistance against the supernatural infection he displayed,
Made Triton realize that while Wu Liang was despicable, he wasn’t easy prey.
And now, the second person active in the city—He Zhan.
He carried the aura of Director Long and the despicable outsider Wu Liang, so he must be an acquaintance of both, right?
This person... seed to be constantly resisting the invasion of supernatural infection, and if no external force interfered, he could probably hold out for a long ti.
But Triton clearly didn’t intend to let him roam unchallenged in his City of the Strange.
"Woo~ Woo~"
Bringing the sea snail shell to his lips, Triton blew it for the first ti since appearing in the present world.
The muffled sound, akin to the clarion call to arms in warti, was invigorating, and like the ancient bell of an ancient temple, it resounded far and wide, the soul-stirring echoes travelling clearly for kiloters.
All within several kiloters started crying in unison at a resonant frequency, as an invisible wave swept towards He Zhan’s location like a stormy wave rolling across the ocean.
Triton floated above the ground as if he were truly Poseidon’s son, riding the waves.
Following the waves of Soul Shock, with his fury, he crossed half the city to confront He Zhan...
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