Chapter Sixty-Eight: Are You Asking Me to Report Myself?
“Who is the other urban legend? Where does it mainly appear? Can you tell me?”
I’ve heard that in this world, there exists another urban legend as unique as her, and Luxianbei is quite interested.
“It mainly appears in the border region of North and South America. As for its name…” Haze God frowned, seriously recalling, “In my impression, it seems no one has mentioned its name, but there is a very obvious omen every time it appears.”
“What omen?” Luxianbei tilted her head.
“It involves uncontrollably recalling the past.” The deity thought for a moment and supplemented, “Uh, strictly speaking, it should be painful pasts. For me, it is the memory of witnessing the giant shadow that day.”
“Recalling that day over and over again feels like an inescapable nightmare, causing me to lose focus, and then…” After assessing Haze God, who had only said half of her sentence, Luxianbei tentatively asked, “And then you lost?”
Haze God replied, “If possible, I would really like these two calamities, this plague god, to confront each other and see who is stronger.”
Although Haze God didn’t give a direct answer, seeing her expression as if she had unwittingly eaten sc*m instead of snail noodles, Luxianbei already had an answer in mind.
“That guy doesn’t seem particularly powerful either? Just making others recall painful past experiences, along with using charm and Jumeng’s ability to induce dreams, can also achieve that. What’s concerning is that this guy can even influence the consciousness of a calamity-grade urban legend.”
From a certain perspective, this should be considered an upper-tier ability of charm combined with dream induction? If I encounter it, relying on my corresponding lower-tier abilities and [Royal Authority] for intimidation, I should be able to resist, right?
Luxianbei mentally compared her abilities to those of the other urban legend mentioned by Haze God, realizing that she had the strength to fight back, she nodded in satisfaction.
Xuwu had previously gone to M Country to stir up some events. Perhaps he has already made contact with that guy. Once this matter is resolved, I’ll ask him if he has any useful intel, Luxianbei thought.
Although the opponent is far across the ocean and perhaps she would never have a chance to meet, as long as it could pose a threat to her and happened to be known by her, she would have to stay vigilant.
Luxianbei had initially wanted to learn more about that giant shadow, but Haze God didn’t know much about it either. After asking a few probing questions, she could only temporarily give up.
Continuously recalling “them”, the giant shadow, and the unknown urban legend, the single mother little Haze had clearly begun to show physical discomfort resulting from psychological stress.
Luxianbei felt that although that unknown entity was the main culprit behind Haze God’s offspring going out of control, she also had a bit of negligible responsibility, so she refrained from provoking Haze God further.
Calamities have always been urban legends that are beautiful and kind-hearted.
Thus, they traveled in silence.
As is well-known, whenever Luxianbei goes into action, typically, as long as she closes her mouth, her efficiency greatly increases.
In the silence, the three urban legends crossed most of the city and soon arrived at the elevated Changlekou subway station.
Through the thick yellow-brown haze, they could see that the massive locked gate of the subway station had been twisted and deformed, creating a huge gap torn open by brute force.
Figures holding distorted paintings in their hands approached along the street from all directions, like moths drawn to the firelight, losing their sense of self as they walked into the pitch-black subway station entrance.
Seeing this, Luxianbei whispered to Jumeng, “Looks like this is the place. Stinky Sister, let’s go down?”
“Mm.” Jumeng glanced back and nodded.
With the mist being parted by the hand ring, it spread open like a curtain, allowing Jumeng to land with Luxianbei twenty meters away from the subway station entrance.
Watching the staggering figures being “devoured” by the subway station entrance, Jumeng furrowed her brow, “Are we really going to k*ll our way in?”
“Let’s not be that bloody!” Luxianbei pointed to the figures passing in front, “Just grab three, steal their paintings, and blend in with them!”
“Three?” Haze God was taken aback, quickly saying, “I’m not going, don’t count me in!”
Although she had undergone psychological preparation countless times after seeing the final fate of those consumed by their offspring, when it actually came to this moment, she was still afraid to face the outcome.
What if, combined with Jumeng, they still couldn’t handle that wretched child?
At this, Luxianbei and Jumeng turned their heads in unison, shooting glances at Haze God’s somewhat panicked face floating in mid-air, as if their eyes were demanding a reasonable explanation.
Haze God smacked her lips and laughed awkwardly, “Didn’t the calamity say she was coming to be a tutor, to help me educate my children?”
“As a parent, if I’m watching from the side, she absolutely won’t be able to perform, right?”
“Although…” Luxianbei squinted and said, “Aren’t you worried that my methods might be too cruel and go too far if you don’t go together?”
“The more excessive, the better!” Haze God blurted out.
What is this “Maternal kindness and filial piety”? Luxianbei rolled her eyes, “Alright, if you don’t want to go, I won’t force you, but while you’re staying outside, you can’t be idle. I have a task for you.”
“Don’t worry, leave it to me.” Haze God readily agreed, then paused before asking, “Speaking of which, what’s the specific content of the task?”
Luxianbei pondered for a moment, her expression unchanging, “Try to contact the Huacheng Siye Society operative Jiang Li, or the owner of the Urban Legends Chat Group, Xuwu, or directly contact the Grand Master of Dachunyang Palace, to inform them that Haze God has descended upon Shancheng and will soon give birth to offspring. Have them bring people here for support immediately.”
Initially, she had sent Jumeng to help her enter the main city of Shancheng to look for the site of the ceremony and then report it to the Siye Society.
Now that she had struck a deal with Haze God, while she had to take the lead and enter the ceremony site, it was still very necessary to call for reinforcements in advance to ensure that if the mission failed, there would be a way out.
If all goes well, when little Haze contacts them, during the time waiting for the reinforcements to arrive, I should be able to obtain the core of the urban legend body and then evacuate, Luxianbei thought.
“No—” Haze God instinctively wanted to agree, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized something seemed off, and her expression quickly stiffened.
“Are you asking me to report myself?”
“Is there a problem?” Luxianbei shrugged, “If I’m not mistaken, you summoned the dense fog to shroud Shancheng, also with the intention of attracting the Siye Society to help you eliminate that wretched child, right?”
Haze God was momentarily at a loss for words. She did indeed harbor such thoughts, but being accurately guessed and pointed out by Luxianbei like this felt quite disheartening.
“But…”
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
At this moment, a rumble suddenly erupted.
“Boom—!”
The earth trembled.
As if some giant beast beneath the earth awakened from slumber, breaking through the surface; about two or three kilometers away, the asphalt road suddenly heaved, and sinister cracks spread.
Following this, foul-smelling bl**d plasma surged forth like a fountain from the cracks, surging in all directions.
Luxianbei, “What’s going on? Just arrived on the scene and encountered a boss fully healed entering the second phase? Is this toxic?!”
One minute ago, underground.
Amidst deformed tumors, a figure with an aged face floated in mid-air, completely bare. Behind him, twisted limbs and bizarre statues merged with dark red substances, emitting an uncomfortable bloody light.
In front of him, beneath the altar’s steps, a bl**d-soaked Zhang Yu, in ragged clothes, knelt on one knee on the ground, panting heavily. Perhaps due to excessive bl**d loss, his body twitched slightly.
The fanatical believers that had violently attacked him were already in pieces, scattered on the ground; limbs and flesh were piled together, writhing incessantly, shaping into twisted forms like trees, eggs, or scales, but could no longer revert to human form.
He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixated intently on the Zhang Shuisheng on the altar, as if wishing to carve out pieces of flesh from his body with his gaze.
Seeing Zhang Yu in such a deplorable state, Zhang Shuisheng sneered contemptuously, “Heh, my dear nephew, don’t you understand yet? This is the end!”
“Just like you cannot cross the steps in front of you, you will never shake my master’s foundation, will you?” Zhang Yu struggled to speak, allowing the bl**d mixed with internal debris to rush out of his mouth.
“Uncle, I want to tell you, just as you and the third uncle would never understand my father, you too will never know how far I can go.”
“Next, please witness my final effort!”
With a shout, Zhang Yu’s spirit energy fluctuation shot up to the peak state like a flicker of light, as a phantom clad in magnificent armor and holding an ivory horn flickered behind him.
But soon, following that brief peak, his condition began to decline; the intense night erosion caused by the loss of control of the spirit patterns aged his appearance rapidly, and iron-colored sores surfaced beneath his skin.
As signs of decline appeared on his body, the surrounding air-raid shelter tunnels began to tremble violently.
Then, as if a hallucination occurred, Zhang Shuisheng heard deafening shouts in his ears, as if tens of thousands of troops were closing in, followed closely by a rising furious wind that howled fiercely.
Bright lights erupted from the surrounding air-raid shelters, seemingly issuing high-pitched and sharp booming sounds as metals twisted and deformed.
After a brief preparation, two subway trains, wrapped in spirit energy, dragged hundreds of tons of weight, sped out of the tunnel at over 120 kilometers per hour, charging violently towards the statue on the altar.
“Uncle, you shouldn’t have chosen the ceremony site here; the subway is also a vehicle.”
Watching the two subway trains fly towards the altar like swimming dragons, Zhang Yu mumbled to himself, curling the corners of his mouth, but then he could no longer hold on, his vision darkening as he fell to the ground.
