Chapter 754 - 635: Night and First Contact (Double-Length)

Opening its mouth, revealing two rows of inward-hooked fine teeth, it lunged at Jeming's face.

But Jeming's hand was faster.

His five fingers traced an arc through the air, precisely grasping the snake's neck.

The slippery sensation came through his fingers, the snake's body writhed violently, scales scraping against his skin with an ear-piercing sound, yet those scales couldn't even break the first layer of his epidermis.

Spiritual power gathered as suppressing runes lit up, sticking to the snake's head.

The runes shone with golden light, the technique spread from the disc, like an invisible net wrapping the entire snake.

The snake's struggle became powerless in an instant, its body began to shrink, collapse, and was finally compressed into a dark green pearl the size of a thumb, embedded in the center groove of the runes.

The tall man let out a dull groan as the strange creature was sealed, his eyes rolled back, his body collapsed like it was siphoned empty.

Dark-colored liquid seeped from his mouth and nose, his breathing was rapid and chaotic, and his pupils dilated, losing focus.

"Soul recoil, it seems your coexistence with this anomaly is quite deep."

Jeming looked at the tall man collapsed on the ground and tilted his head slightly.

He roughly understood the extraordinary system of this plane.

Ignoring those techniques that enhance physical qualities, the mainstream extraordinary power of this plane should be "coexisting with anomalies."

These people seal anomalies within themselves or coexist with them in some manner, harnessing the power of anomalies to strengthen themselves and counter enemies.

But this method carries extremely high risks.

After all, anomalies are not docile livestock; they are dangerous and uncontrollable existences that might recoil against their hosts at any moment.

Moreover, to coexist with anomalies, these people undergo deep symbiosis with them.

Just like earlier, he merely sealed the snake, and the man suffered severe recoil.

If an anomaly were to rampage on its own, or if the host lost control during a battle, the consequences would likely be even more severe.

Jeming took out another empty test tube to store the dark green pearl, and his gaze swept towards the remaining three people.

The three people had already completely collapsed.

What did they see?

A stranger caught bullets with his bare hands, calmly walked up to them, and casually turned the "thing" inside their boss that they both revered and feared into a pearl like pinching a bug.

The woman's lips were quivering violently, and she finally let out a sharp scream.

She turned around to run, and after realizing the situation, the other two followed suit, stumbling and rushing into the depth of the ruins.

Seeing this, Jeming shook his head, raised his hand, and gently clenched his five fingers.

An invisible force surged from the void, like a giant palm, grasping the three fleeing individuals along with the air around them.

Their bodies froze stiff in mid-air for a moment, then slowly pulled back by the force, as if tethered by an invisible rope, landing back in front of Jeming.

The three fell to the ground, trembling all over, faces pale.

The woman was already starting to cry, tears streaming silently and abundantly down her cheeks.

The two men stared intensely at Jeming, their eyes mixed with fear, despair, and a confusing sense of bewilderment.

They began to speak incoherently.

Their speech was fast, and their voices trembling.

Jeming couldn't understand a word, but even without comprehension, he knew they were pleading for mercy.

The more they spoke, the more agitated and desperate they became.

The woman's tears increased, the men's voices grew hoarse, and one even started to kowtow, the sound of his forehead hitting the ground echoed throughout the ruins.

Jeming squatted down, reached out his hand, and gently covered the forehead of the man who was kowtowing.

The man's body shook violently for a moment, then in extreme desperation, he suddenly drew a gun and fired several shots at Jeming's face.

Unfortunately, the one who ended up wailing on the ground was the man himself.

Fragments of the bullet that burst against Jeming's face bounced back, hitting him instead.

Jeming watched the man rolling on the ground, blinked innocently, and then extended his hand towards the head of another man.

Seeing his companion's fate, this man shuddered, but dared not resist further.

His eyes were fixed on Jeming's face, the white glow of the energy light ball reflected in his pupils.

[Soul Search]

Jeming's spiritual power, like fine tendrils, permeated into the man's consciousness.

With Jeming's current level of spiritual power manipulation, the soul search effect was far better than before.

Not only was the efficiency of information retrieval greatly improved, but the harm to the subject also decreased significantly.

It was like an experienced librarian organizing a bookshelf, rather than a thief ransacking it.

Language, writing, social structure, historical common sense, knowledge of anomalies...

Information surged into Jeming's consciousness like a tidal wave.

(A 6000-word chapter, not easy to divide, so let's leave it as is)