??Chapter 844: 843. Dump Truck
Chapter 844: 843. Dump Truck
Recently, the news about the Divine Sakura had undoubtedly beco the most talked-about topic among the residents of Jiangcheng City.
After all, having such a wondrous entity appear near one’s ho was sothing no one could ignore.
Now, from any slightly elevated location in Jiangcheng City, one could see the towering giant tree atop the buildings, and even so neighborhoods close to Jiangcheng Mountain were perpetually shaded by the tree, affecting the sunlight. They had complained to the municipal departnt several tis, only to be consistently told that it was a “natural landscape,” beyond their control.
Whenever humans encountered creations beyond their common understanding, they always reacted with anxiety and irritability. The ergence of this Divine Sakura had undoubtedly provoked similar responses.
However, surprisingly, the speculated scenarios where many organizations worshipped the tree did not occur.
Instead, nurous grueso murders had sprung up around the world, causing severe losses for many organizations.
The data left behind indicated that most of these victims had once attempted to worship the tree.
Of course, everyone was a rational person with sound understanding; it was impossible to bla the Divine Sakura for such happenstances where rely worshiping the tree led to a tragic death.
Lu Ban watched the news on the television and felt sothing was amiss.
He packed his things and prepared to take a trip to Jiangcheng Mountain.
After spending a considerable ti on He Dao, it was now midsumr.
It was said that the temperature in Jiangcheng City had surpassed previous heat records, becoming the highest ever recorded since the beginning of teorological records. Not only was the asphalt on the ground nearly lting, but many people who usually insisted on not using air conditioning in favor of an environntally friendly lifestyle were suffering from the heat, leading to overcrowded hospitals.
Even Tang Yu, who worked as a forensic scientist, posted on social dia, urging everyone to stay indoors and turn on their air conditioning to avoid ending up on her autopsy table.
As Lu Ban walked through his neighborhood, he experienced an astonishing heat.
This heat was clearly abnormal, and Lu Ban suspected it was caused by the snoring of so Ancient Overlord.
He saw a cicada fall from a tree due to the heat, and before it could struggle, a puff of blue smoke erged from its body, indicating it was already cooked.
Having heard that roasted cicadas tasted quite good, Lu Ban picked up the well-cooked cicada and sniffed it.
The enticing scent of heated protein was irresistible, and after looking around and confirming no one else was in the neighborhood, Lu Ban murmured to himself,
“Umm, not bad.”
Lu Ban clapped his hands and once again made sure no one had seen him.
He arrived at the entrance of the neighborhood,
ready to hail a taxi to Jiangcheng Mountain.
A taxi arrived quickly, and Lu Ban stood in a shaded area waiting.
The street was deserted and quiet.
Suddenly, a premonition struck him, and Lu Ban saw a truck slowly approaching from a street corner nearby.
It was a dump truck loaded with sand, exuding an unstoppable aura.
The mont Lu Ban noticed it, the truck suddenly accelerated, heading towards him at an impossible speed.
Lu Ban was hurled into the air by the truck, turning into a splash of gore mid-flight that scattered onto the nearby trees.
The dump truck crashed directly into the neighborhood’s fence, embedding deeply as its rear wheels spun aimlessly.
The door of the truck opened, and a girl in a blue-gray work uniform climbed down—it was Baobao.
Or rather, a being that resembled Baobao.
“Ugh, I thought this would be difficult, but it ended so quickly, how boring.”
She walked to the spot where most of Lu Ban’s remains landed, looked at the pinkish flesh on the ground, and ungracefully squatted down to stir through it.
Then, she dipped her finger in the light red, sticky substance and tasted it.
“Yuck, this tastes awful.”
She imdiately spat it out.
Standing up, she took out her phone, snapped a photo of Lu Ban’s remains, and then made a call.
“Yes, it’s , it’s done, quite simple, don’t worry, I handle things, you can relax.”
He hung up the phone and turned back to glance at Lu Ban on the ground.
At that mont, he was shocked to discover that Lu Ban had vanished.
“!!!”
Before he could confirm anything more, he heard a low, magnetic whisper near his ear.
“You’re not Baobao, who are you?”
She wanted to resist urgently, but her body wouldn’t obey her commands, as if it was bound by sothing.
Behind her, Lu Ban lifted a silver steel pen inscribed with “Testant,” while his other hand flipped open the translucent pages on her body.
[An alter ego unexpectedly erged, harboring severe hostility toward the original.]
[Fond of mischief, prefers to appear with startling theatrics.]
[Can only maintain form briefly, but long enough to create havoc.]
[Spawned from the pollution of Divine Sakura, with many others still existing.]
[Not fit for consumption.]
“An alter ego?”
Lu Ban flipped through again and noted that this “Baobao,” though physically identical to the original, possessed scant knowledge in comparison—making Lu Ban seem like a veteran of the pleasure districts with decades of experience.
However, she was restless and lacking in understanding, hence the strong hostility towards the original.
“Hmm?”
Lu Ban put the counterpart to sleep, sowhat suspecting that this backstabbing of the original might be a traditional trick of Baobao and Charlotte.
“Spawned from the pollution of Divine Sakura, huh? Could it really be that worshipping Divine Sakura leads to the ergence of these alter egos?”
He recalled the abnormal deaths ntioned in recent news.
“Is this pollution caused by Baobao, or…”
Lu Ban felt Baobao had no reason to do such a thing—the targets of these alter egos were Baobao herself, and even if she relished chaos, it wouldn’t extend to creating alter egos to sabotage herself.
He thought it likely an issue inherent to Divine Sakura itself.
During his ti at He Dao, Lu Ban had seen Shia’s consciousness transford into a Shrine Maiden to seek him out.
And now Divine Sakura, lacking a soul and rely harboring pollution, indeed lacked guidance and was prone to issues.
Thinking this, Lu Ban paused in his reading.
He saw at the end of these illusory texts, a string of characters appeared.
These characters carried knowledge from a Foreign Domain, a world Lu Ban had never before encountered.
This knowledge could cause the sanity of any common person to collapse, quickly mutating into a monster.
“Does she know I would read these?”
As blood rushed to his eardrums, Lu Ban also pondered this question.
Placing such threatening knowledge at the end, guiding Lu Ban to examine it, this digger-driving “Baobao” was rely bait; the real trap lay in Lu Ban using his own powers.
Pfft—
Lu Ban’s head burst open, his body slumped, and after a while, his fingers twitched, causing the splattered brain matter to reconvene.
“Looks like these guys need to be dealt with before we can wrap this up.”
Lu Ban thought it over; he must seek compensation from Baobao.
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