Chapter 1331 - 1020: Lullaby_2

Chapter 1331: Chapter 1020: Lullaby_2

Singing softly.

It wasn’t until in the grudge and greed of the prey that the ’baby’ in his arms stopped moving, Huai Shi slowly loosened his fingers.

Let the shriveled remains fall to the ground, disintegrating into dust.

In the dead silence, the man from the Current Circumstances stretched his stiff body that hadn’t moved for a long time, brushed his disheveled hair, and finally turned to look at the Snake Face on the chair.

Smiling.

"Don’t be fooled by my dog heart and dog face; back in the Current Circumstances, I used to be an idol."

In the blazing flames, the Snake Face, almost reduced to a skeleton, opened his mouth in despair but couldn’t make a sound.

Only a faint sob rose with the flames.

"Don’t panic; I understand your confusion and fear, but don’t be afraid. All of this will soon be over."

Huai Shi reached out, touched his face, and suddenly asked as if unconsciously:

"—By the way, have you heard of Bahamut?"

At that moment, Snake Face’s mouth opened wide in fear, and through Huai Shi’s fingers, a pair of pale eyes widened, catching a glimpse of the darkness rising behind him.

And the menacing outline within the darkness.

Mocking and sneering at him, opening the Abyss’s Mouth, scattering the winds of despair.

Darkness like a sea, raging wildly.

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In less than a minute, the Ruins enveloping the hall vanished without a trace. No alarms were triggered, nor did it attract anyone’s attention.

When the darkness faded away, amidst the scattered remains, the dazed Snake-faced Sacrifice slowly lifted his head, and his eyes gradually regained vitality, shining with fervor when he looked at Huai Shi.

Unhesitatingly, he knelt on the ground and worshiped fervently.

"Holy Bahamut! You are the only True God! You alone are the eternal ruler!"

"Very well, now let’s talk about something else."

Huai Shi patted his head: "Besides Zim, are there any other Crowned ones in the city?"

"There are six Crowned ones. Besides Lord Zim, within the Stone Melting Demon Dragon, three sleeping evolved Elder giants, in the Thorny Dragon Tribe there is an upper-level Frost Celebrant, and in the Frost Bone Village, there are two frozen mummies..."

Snake-faced Sacrifice explained the key figures in the city in detail, holding nothing back.

"Lord Zim has the blessing of the counterfeit god Poxun, which allows him to summon the Desire Spirits under his command for battle, and he hides most of his power, possessing a certain protection equivalent to the Current Circumstances Miracle Seal... and, a Sinister’s Armor crafted from great sacrificial offerings, also at the Crowned level, but its power cannot be underestimated!"

Huai Shi was suddenly enlightened: "Oh? Cunning and insidious, is his greed and lust also a disguise?"

"No, that’s real."

Snake-faced Sacrifice answered confusedly: "Is there a need to disguise that?"

In Hell, greed and lust are just normal behaviors; even if our XP is a bit peculiar, there’s no need for disguise. If there’s anything that requires pretending, it’s restraining desires and maintaining the discipline like in the Current Circumstances that advocates..."

Huai Shi was stunned amidst a misunderstanding.

No, you all are living too boldly, aren’t you?

Thinking about being the guardian of the Current Circumstances, living a life where spending a 648 feels like a sacrifice, while you dogs enjoy lavish feasts and wild pursuits... his fists tightened.

"Alright, no need for further talk, take me to the treasury."

Huai Shi covered his face with the mask Gregory prepared, instantly disguising himself as the Bull-headed Warrior Mod, pulling out a Great Sword from the opening in his chest from the Ruins, and strapped it back onto his waist.

After soaking in the Ruins and washing away the pesky curses, the entire Sword Blade turned pitch black, faintly revealing countless scarlet eyes, looking ever more sinister.

However, compared to the original Dog-headed Man disguise, Mod looks mighty now, though feeling like something is missing.

Still, for now, it’ll suffice to fool others.

All the way, Huai Shi followed behind the Snake-faced Sacrifice, entering the core, as expressionless as Mod usually was, and even without touching the butt of the passing young cow, causing disappointment among the cows he used to flirt with.

And when Huai Shi saw other Minotaurs, his pace quickened.

Although he spoke ruthlessly, he was somewhat worried about Raymond.

The faster the action, the better; otherwise, what if the old buddy loses his chastity!

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Meanwhile, behind layers of curtains, spring is revealed.

"Don’t be hasty, Master."

The Minotaur giggled coyly, dragging out the time: "Don’t be so impatient."

On the exaggerated giant bed, the fleshy mountain covered its four eyes, laughing as it played hide-and-seek with its beauty.

"Come on, beauty, be obedient, let me see!"

Zim excitedly pulled off the blindfold, eager and impatient.

In the waves of the rolling meat mountain, the huge shadow covered the Minotaur’s pitiful, weak, and helpless face. Raymond’s eyes shimmered with tears as he frantically shouted in the Source Substance communication: "Huai Shi save save save... save save save!"

"Damn, delay him! It’s not even been ten minutes!"

Huai Shi was helpless: "Can’t you sing and dance to create an atmosphere!"

"Hell with the atmosphere; I’ve been single all these years!" Raymond exclaimed bitterly.

"...What you said makes so much sense that I have nothing to retort. Why don’t you lie flat and invite him to be gentle with you?"

"Who do you think caused this!"

Raymond habitually shivered with cold anger, eyes misty with tears, holding onto a sliver of hope, throwing a sultry look at the meat mountain: "Have some fun, Master, don’t be so rough. How about... I dance for you~"

"Dance?"

Zim delighted, clapping his four hands wildly, full of anticipation: "Good, good, dance for me, beauty, let me see!"

Only then did Raymond remember he spent half his life as a stinky mercenary and the other half as a stinky truck driver, talented at killing and arson, but damned if he knew how to dance!

But once spoken, he couldn’t dare to go back on his words; if he said he couldn’t dance, the ugly beast might get furious and forcefully attack him.

Only to rack his brain, recalling if in his past life he had any memories of dancing until eventually, an exaggerated muscular figure floated in his mind...

Thus, a tear named dignity slowly slipped from the corner of the Minotaur’s eye.

A minute later, in the team’s public channel, the choking melody of "Young Man" began..."