198: Chapter 198 The Corpses of Gods and Demons, Delivering a Bell at the Door

"Still a mortal? Fear?"

Chen Du sneered.

He grabbed Wang Ce's collar and pulled his mangled face close to his eyes.

In those golden eyes, a wild fire more arrogant than an evil god's burned.

"On my ship, I am the law! At most, you're just an express package with an unpaid balance."

"Hold it back!"

As he spoke, the light in his eyes flared!

Not only that, he also channeled the high-level aura of the [sacrifice notebook].

That was an existence even the "Heavenly Dao" wanted a taste of!

The shadow originally attached to Wang Ce's body froze.

Like a mouse fresh out of its hole running into a cat that hadn't eaten for three days, it actually gave a human-like shudder.

It chickened out.

For an evil god's soul fragment, being worshipped by mortals was enjoyment,

but being despised by a mortal was a horror story.

The black mist shrank violently deep within Wang Ce's pupils, eventually condensing into a spiteful vertical slit staring fixedly at Chen Du.

That gaze seemed to tell Chen Du—I remember you!

An icy-cold sense of a curse tried to burrow into Chen Du's brow along the line of sight.

"Get lost!"

Chen Du roared.

The shadow behind him suddenly boiled, turning into a giant mouth that snapped at the black mist in the void!

Screech—!

A scream like a short circuit exploded in everyone's minds.

The arrogant black mist began to dissipate, quickly retreating back into Wang Ce's body.

To preserve this satisfactory vessel, the dark shadow even helped Wang Ce repair his nearly snapped neck.

The blackness in Wang Ce's eyes faded, and he rolled his eyes back again.

His body went limp, hitting the floor like a pile of mud, drenched in sweat.

In his mind, the notebook's ravings wouldn't stop:

[Why not eat?! Why won't you let me eat?!]

[That's divinity! You spendthrift, you're literally wasting a godsend!]

Chen Du replied coldly in his mind:

"What are you shouting for? That's an evil god's soul fragment! What if it attracts the main body?"

The feeling of being watched by a high-level entity was not pleasant.

Chen Du turned around, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and disdainfully wiped the hand he had used to slap him.

"Captain! That was just now..."

Tang Ran and Xia Mo rushed in just then, their faces pale.

Instinct told her that in that instant just now, the trash on the ground really could have wiped everyone out.

"It's nothing, Young Master Wang just suffered a cultivation deviation."

Chen Du's tone was flat, but his eyes were exceptionally cold.

He glanced towards the cockpit and gave a strict order:

"Pass down the order: ferry no. 0819 full speed ahead! We must reach the Zhuri Islands in the shortest possible time and get rid of this menace!"

Being targeted by an evil god, even staying on the ship for one more second felt like bad luck.

"And, call Ye Qiu down."

He pointed at Wang Ce on the floor and instructed Tang Ran:

"Have Ye Qiu treat him. Just keep him alive, don't let him die."

"Once he's treated, throw him into the [resting room of the dead]. Keep him conscious at all times so he doesn't go berserk!"

"Yes!"

Without a word, Tang Ran dragged Wang Ce away like a dead dog.

Not long after.

Ye Qiu, dressed in a nurse's uniform, arrived hurriedly with a medical kit.

Seeing Wang Ce's miserable state, the great beauty Ye was so scared her hands were shaking.

Having dealt with all this, Chen Du looked at Xia Mo, who was still on guard, with a smile on his lips.

"That old thing Wang Zhen, doesn't he want to play double-cross?"

"Then we'll give him a big gift."

He looked Xia Mo up and down, his eyes full of calculation:

"Baby, go to my closet and pick out a suit for Young Master Wang to change into."

"Then have Wen Wen come down to style his hair and wipe the blood off his face."

"I want him to look... radiant, like an elite returning home."

Xia Mo was stunned.

Then she immediately understood Chen Du's meaning.

A strange smile appeared on her cool face.

"Packaging a monster possessed by an evil god that could explode at any moment as a wealthy young master and sending him home..."

"Chen Du, your heart is blacker than a capitalist's."

"You flatter me."

Chen Du shrugged and straightened his collar. "This is called after-sales service, focusing on being presentable."

...

Speeding through the night.

That night, ferry no. 0819 was like a maniac.

The roar of the engine never stopped, forcefully tearing through the thick layers of mist.

Chen Du wasn't idle either; he was constantly on guard against the lurking soul fragment of the evil god.

Fortunately, the suppression of the [resting room of the dead] was strong enough.

The night passed without incident.

When the first ray of morning sunlight pierced through the heavy clouds.

On the cockpit's radar, the signal for the target area finally popped up.

[Arriving soon at coordinate point: Zhuri Islands.]

[Warning: Severe magnetic field disturbance in this area! Radar failure! Visibility extremely low!]

In the captain's cabin.

The oversized round bed was filled with the air of spring.

Chen Du woke up from a light sleep.

He felt a weight on his chest, making it a bit hard to breathe.

He looked down.

Lin Keke, that girl, was wrapped around him like an octopus.

Tattered black stockings wrapped around her long, slender legs, which were sprawled carelessly across his chest.

She was biting half of a bathrobe sash in her mouth, dreaming of who knows what, drooling and giggling foolishly.

"Equipment... I want it all... orange gear..."

On the other side.

Li Yaozhi was lying on her side with her back to him, revealing a back as smooth and fair as jade.

Her signature black-rimmed glasses had been taken off and placed on the nightstand.

At this moment, she had shed her cold, mature persona, as quiet as a cat with its claws retracted.

"How decadent."

Chen Du gently pushed Lin Keke's leg aside.

He rolled out of bed.

He walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window and pressed a button.

Swish—!

The heavy blackout curtains slowly slid open to both sides.

The scene before him shocked even Chen Du, who was used to big spectacles.

On the sea ahead.

There were no islands at all.

Those were seven ancient remains so massive they took one's breath away!

They floated quietly on the black ocean surface, each thousands of meters long!

Some revealed giant spines covered in moss and barnacles, like continuous mountain ranges;

Others were half-rotted arms pointing straight at the firmament, fingertips piercing the clouds like pillars supporting the sky.

The waves crashed against those remains, kicking up not sea spray, but murky, yellowish corpse water.

This was the legendary "Zhuri Islands."

The so-called islands were merely the husks left behind after the death of gods and demons.

Chen Du lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

At this moment, the radar screen on the ship was dead silent, without even a single red dot.

It was too quiet.

A place filled with high-energy flesh like this should, by all rights, be infested with countless mutated sea beasts.

But now, there was nothing but the sound of the wind.

"It seems Councilor Wang has already cleared the area."

Chen Du looked at the sea in the distance shrouded in the aura of death and flicked his ash.

"This venue was well chosen."

"In a pile of dead bodies, it's most suitable for burying them, and also suitable for... letting the evil god manifest."

He turned around.

He yanked back the thin silk quilt on the bed.

"Ah!"

Amidst a flurry of fair-skinned exclamations, he laughed and clapped his hands:

"Time to get up, girls!"

"Put on your top-tier gear, it's time to work!"

"Today, we're going to... deliver a 'clock' to Great Councilor Wang!"