Chapter 1326 - 1016: Plotting

Chapter 1326: Chapter 1016: Plotting

Two hours later, under the soft candlelight, a mouthwatering aroma filled the air.

On the enormous dining table, rare delicacies were served like a flowing river, disappearing into Zim’s bottomless maw, with only the broken bones and sparse grease left beneath the table.

Underneath the grates, the beasts reared in the darkness fought fiercely, tearing at each other’s flesh and the grease that dripped from above, offering an invigorating spectacle for the dining master.

Or, perhaps, once appetites were stirred, they would become the next appetizing feast.

After this dinner, as Zim enjoyed dessert and the service of his harem, he finally found a moment amid his busy schedule to glance at the Minotaur Samurai standing at the steps below the palace.

"What is He Di doing?"

"He’s keeping to himself and hasn’t made any moves besides his routine daily surveillance."

The Minotaur Samurai replied, "But today was different. At the market, he had a conversation with an outsider Dog-headed Man, but we didn’t hear what they said."

"Just capture that Dog-headed Man for questioning, then."

"Before I could act, the Dog-headed Man was already taken by the people at the market," the Bull-headed Warrior answered.

"Hmm, and then?"

Zim waited for a while with no reply.

The Bull-headed Warrior gave him a ’You can’t not know?’ look for quite some time: "Then there was nothing else."

"...Those guys, huh."

Zim slapped his forehead, "Lately, they’ve been acting ridiculously, eating anything. Even the decrees of my god must be carefully selected. Let’s discuss it with them next time."

"What about He Di?"

"Hmph, troublesome fellow," Zim snorted coldly. "Don’t relax your vigilance. In a couple of days, find an excuse to drive him out."

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At the same time, in a sealed room, He Di feigned ignorance of the peering from beyond the wall, calmly maintaining his tools.

But by this time, that pig Zim should already be growing impatient, shouldn’t he?

As an outsider in Thunderclap White Plains, he was too conspicuous.

Moreover, his identity as an Abyss Handlers was enough to arouse suspicion.

If things continued this way, before long, even if Huai Shi didn’t come, he might be driven out himself.

For the sake of the plan, he could only refrain from making any unnecessary moves for the time being.

Thinking about this, he made a decision: before reinforcements arrived, let that dead fat pig have his way a little longer. This hub, occupying one-tenth of the front line’s military operation route, needed a change of master.

After making sure everything was maintained properly, he routinely monitored Huai Shi’s position and felt a sinking in his heart when he saw the resentment pointer had not moved.

Huai Shi should indeed be in Thunderclap White Plains.

But having not moved for so long, there were only two possibilities. The first was that he was truly trapped and couldn’t get out, and the second was that he had another purpose...

He Di closed his eyes, pondering the various unexpected possibilities and estimating the arrival time of reinforcement.

Two days, at most two days, and another depth could form a blockade, and the power he had called upon was enough to close off the entire Thunderclap White Plains, then sweep through it from inside to out.

Yet inexplicably, unease lingered in his heart.

Inexplicably, he thought of the grinning Dog-headed Man from the daytime, and He Di felt a jolt, pulling out a few cards from his pocket and casually flipping them over, divining the movements of the other party.

The turned cards were chaotic, showing no sign at all, yet subtly their patterns leaned toward deeper layers of Hell...

He Di frowned slightly: Could this be an envoy of a Ruler?

What was its purpose?

He concentrated deeply, analyzing carefully, but before he could untangle the origins of the other, the result was already spoiled for him to see.

Dead.

Even before He Di’s curse could take effect, the other seemed to have died in an accident, while something internally hinted at a sense of greed and a symbol of consumption.

Was it eaten?

He Di was stunned for quite a while, unable to help but shake his head, mocking his own hypersensitive nerves.

This was Hell, secrets were never a novelty, and those bearing heavy responsibilities were quite common, but alas, sudden, accidental, and brutal deaths, plunder, and ravaging were the themes.

He no longer paid attention to these matters, instead throwing himself back into preparations.

Ensuring the infallible capture of this place.

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At the same time, in the dungeon, the Dog-headed Man, having just finished a hot bath, draped in a rat fur towel, suddenly sneezed.

"Who’s the little bastard checking up on my background again?"

Huai Shi shook his head, talking to himself: "I just took your boat, why are you fixated on me?"

The one divining Huai Shi at this moment, and capable of triggering a feedback from the Book of Fate, could only be He Di.

He wasn’t at all worried about his cover being blown.

With the Book of Fate, unless the authority was as significant in the Current Circumstances as the Astronomical Society, no god-tier being trying to divine Huai Shi would avoid being led astray by a tangled web of chaos.

The more capable might discern that Huai Shi wasn’t simple, but at best, they’d only see the persona Huai Shi had written in the Book of Fate, convinced he was truly a dog-hearted Dog-headed Man.

"After all, what kind of evil intentions could a little dog have?"

Huai Shi mumbled, shaking his head, sitting with legs crossed on the chair, looking at the frozen frost corpse sitting across the table:

"Name?"

Inside the Source Substance seal, the shriveled corpse shrouded in cold mist and frost twitched violently, struggling, opening its mouth wanting to scream, yet no matter what, the scream couldn’t be conveyed outward.

"Tsk, forget it, feed the gentleman some soup."

Huai Shi waved his hand, and naturally the Minotaur picked up a ladle, scooping a full ladle of sticky black bathwater, then the tools on both sides used pliers to open its mouth forcefully, pouring the healthy thick soup into its mouth.

After a bowl of healthy thick soup went down, it indeed looked much healthier, even its complexion became rosy.

Very nourishing.

But its gaze gradually scattered, its whole body’s cold mist fiercely perpetuating motion, dyed with an ambiguous pink, twisting and writhing on the chair like a maggot.

Accompanied by the dazed ’abba abba’ sound, it completely lost consciousness.

Huai Shi tapped the birdcage beside him, and a Raven jumped out, then spread its wings, suddenly transforming into Source Substance form, diving into the frost corpse’s eye socket, disappearing without a trace.

Soon, a gleam of iron light emerged from the frost corpse’s eyes.

"Gah, holy... gah, holy!"

Accompanied by violent spasms, the frost corpse emitted a burst of excited sound, its arms habitually flapped twice: "Thank you, brother, I’m fine!"

"Next one if you’re done!"

Huai Shi calmly waved his hand, then looked at another rat-man brought up who started with terrified convulsions, smiling amicably:

"Name?"

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About two hours later, everyone was completely done.

Though he didn’t know why this time they recovered particularly fast...

In any case, months later, Huai Shi’s Chef Demon cuisine again received unanimous praise from customers, ’Iron Pot Braised Self’ received unanimous commendation from the Ravens, they even wanted two bowls.

Only Raymond beside wanted to speak but kept silent, hesitatingly.

Finally realized Huai Shi’s not human.

Good guy, it’s poisoning, cursing, planting people like flowers, brainwashing after pouring bathwater wasn’t enough, still wanted his large flock to borrow corpses for resurrection!

This entire setup was even shadier than the Yin Realm, not a trace of positive energy to be seen.

Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy how fortunate to have such a treasure talent?

Anyway, just a few hours later, apart from a few teammates finally able to come out of the car, here was nothing normal left.

Unbeknownst to anyone, right under the City Lord’s nose, turning the dungeon along with the outside guard office into his own.

Give him a few days, he might replace everyone in this Hell top to bottom.

Not just that, through the Ravens’ Source Substance parasitism and manipulation, Huai Shi also extracted a lot of good stuff from these hospitable locals’ brains.

For example, the detailed map spread out on the table before them.

The surrounding major plantations and scattered fortresses, even most areas within Iron Flame City’s rough division, military camp locations, inside-out defense statuses, important figures’ locations, and most importantly... the volcano factory’s all cargo storage warehouse locations.

Everything already marked on it.

Seeing Huai Shi’s eyes spinning wildly and glowing, Raymond’s heart felt cold.

"I say, Huai Bao ah, cough cough... Huai Shi Captain ah, look, since our disguise is done, and meals are about finished."

He tried to slow down his voice, gently requesting: "Then shall we go?"

"Go where?"

Huai Shi raised his head, looking over with a face of confusion: "We’ve come so far, it’s the big New Year, besides me, the dignified Sword of Disaster, being chased around like a rabbit by that bastard He Di, don’t I care about face?"

Indeed, now they could run.

But completely unnecessary.

No point.

Even if they ran, as long as He Di lives another day, with the hatred marker in hand, they can only be chased around fleeing, this is Hell, uncertain when, might be chased into a trap by that guy.

Passively fleeing was just slow suicide.

To solve, must find an opportunity, give this guy something hard.

——Even if unable to kill, must make him suffer unable to handle!

Raymond’s reminder not only no effect, but rather attracted Huai Shi’s attention.

That kind of surprise, bewilderment, and sudden realization sight made his nape chill, habitually moved a bit back: "What? Warning you, though I’m a truck driver, from always maintaining integrity, accepting no secret rules!"

"I say, Old Lei ah." Huai Shi held his chin, he said kindly.

"Raymond (Raymond), thanks."

The Minotaur raised his hand, solemnly correcting: "Even if the abbreviation is also Lei (Ray), at least please don’t add ’Old’."

I feel like although we’re colleagues at the workplace, our private relationship isn’t that close, we need to keep some distance."

"Goodness, look at you, treating me like a stranger, isn’t it? Who are we with each other, that’s life and death friendship."

Huai Shi leaned in, warmly hooking his neck, seeming unconsciously asked: "I remember, you seem almost advancing, right?"

He paused, smiled meaningfully:

"How’s the preparation going?"