126: Chapter 126 My Rules Are the Rules

"A pity..."

Chu Xuan sighed softly. He likely understood why Xiao Zei and Old Wu's spirit money had lost its spirituality; it was probably because he had absorbed it while in the dream.

He had originally thought that if he could infinitely farm spirituality through spirit money in the dream, it would be wonderful. Now it seemed the most effective method was still hunting Specters.

Wait!

Suddenly, Chu Xuan's heart stirred as another thought occurred to him.

If he could find a massive amount of spirit money and then absorb a huge wave of it just before waking up from the dream, wouldn't that be equivalent to getting it for free?

Unnoticed by anyone!

After all, the dream version of himself did it; what did it have to do with his real-world self?

At this thought, Chu Xuan felt that his plan this time was truly ingenious!

The reason he went through the trouble of bringing Tao Jiajia and the other officials onto the bus was naturally not because he was worried about the negative impact of killing people outside.

It was simply to let Fox see with his own eyes that he had indeed taken official personnel, including Tao Jiajia, onto the bus, thereby solidifying his identity as a member of the Resurrection Society in the other's eyes.

Since every member of the Resurrection Society had a Specter inside them, and in the dream, just the suspicion that he had an A-Rank Specter had shocked them beyond measure—claiming he could become one of the Twenty-Eight Mansions.

Then what would happen if they knew he had an S-rank Specter inside him?

Although contacting the Resurrection Society might involve extra risks, wealth is found in danger. Chu Xuan knew very well that after this dream, with his strength significantly increased, the Phantom Demon would certainly not remain indifferent.

Stepping into the [Purifier] sequence was now urgent; he had to obtain enough spirituality value in the shortest time possible.

The official power should be utilized, and the Resurrection Society's spirit money was also a good thing that absolutely could not be let go!

Furthermore, in the previous dream, Luo Xiaotian had mentioned that the Night Watchers were investigating the Resurrection Society. If he operated correctly within this, he might even turn a profit.

As for whether forcing Tao Jiajia and the others onto the eerie bus—including the actions that led to several people exploding and being consumed by the bus—would have any impact once the Night Watchers found out, Chu Xuan didn't care.

As long as he killed enough Specters, nothing would be a problem!

Xiao Zei, Old Wu, Chen Yao, and the bald man, including the Great Buddha he was bound to slay shortly and these hundred or so villagers, were all professional performance achievements Chu Xuan had prepared for himself!

While his thoughts raced, Chu Xuan had already tucked Old Wu's short blade, along with its leather sheath, into his backpack, and then picked up the black-rimmed glasses from Xiao Zei's corpse.

With a gentle flick, the stained blood vanished, and the black-rimmed glasses were as clean as new again.

[Remaining Uses: 2]

[Cooldown: 06:05:25]

Chu Xuan put on the glasses, and immediately saw a line of faint small characters floating on the left lens; one couldn't even find them without looking closely.

"Why kill living beings here? You have broken the rules," the White-haired Old Village Chief finally stepped forward and spoke.

"Where do all these rules come from? My rules are the rules!" Chu Xuan said calmly. "If I kill them all, the people they brought will naturally all be under my name."

"In that case, let's go start the feast!"

The Old Village Chief raised his hand, and a group of villagers surrounded them, enthusiastically ushering everyone toward the village.

Most of them had dull expressions and rigid behaviors, only repeating the same words: "Come, come, this way please... Come, come, this way please..."

Qin Shaowu reloaded the submachine gun with a new magazine and handed it back to Chu Xuan, saying with a face full of resentment, "Brother Xuan, this place is too scary. I used to respect you very much, you must not screw me over."

"Stop your yapping. Can't you see what's going on here?"

Tang Zheng said in a lowered voice, "Monsters like these aren't just here; they're everywhere in the world we live in. Just follow us for now, listen more and do more, and there will be benefits for you! The two of us are carrying you now; don't be so useless that you can't get up, or don't blame your brothers for not being loyal then."

Qin Shaowu nodded repeatedly and worked even harder carrying the woven bag.

Before long, everyone arrived outside the ancestral hall at the foot of the mountain. A simple shed had been built on the square here; this was the venue for the feast, exceptionally grim and eerie.

The White-haired Elder was about to call everyone to take their seats when Chu Xuan suddenly stepped forward: "There's no need for the feast. Let's go straight into the temple. I'm in a hurry."

The White-haired Elder shook his head at this and smiled, "This is not according to the rules."

"I said, my rules are the rules!" Chu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly as he used the detection function of the black-rimmed glasses.

[Your spirituality value -1]

[Current spirituality value: 224]

As the System prompted Chu Xuan, several lines of small characters quickly jumped onto the transparent lens on the right, representing the basic attributes of the current White-haired Old Village Chief.

[stamina: 7]

[Strength: 7]

[agility: 8]

[spirit: 9]

To Chu Xuan's surprise, this White-haired Old Village Chief was not strong; none of his attributes were even maxed out.

Chu Xuan carefully recalled the scenes in the dream.

At the final moment when this White-haired Old Village Chief was killed by the Great Buddha, he seemed to have suddenly become a different person.

So, is the person in front of me actually being controlled?

Then what is the connection between the entity controlling this village chief and the Resurrection Society, and will it affect his plans?

But things had come to this point; Chu Xuan couldn't be indecisive because of such a person. A silver light flashed in his eyes, and he spoke indifferently:

"I can manage the people I brought myself. Don't waste time, hurry up!"

As he spoke, Chu Xuan brandished the submachine gun in his hand and then faced the other passengers. "If you want to live, you must listen to me from now on. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be shot!"

Rat-tat-tat!

Several bullets were fired into the air. Everyone was as quiet as cicadas in winter, not daring to show any sign of resistance, their eyes filled with despair.

The White-haired Old Village Chief paused for two seconds before a smile spread across his face. "You are a good prospect. We'll do as you say. Let's go up the mountain to worship the gods."

Chu Xuan nodded slightly. Not having to fight here would save a lot of trouble.

Before long, the group arrived in front of Shouguo Temple halfway up the mountain.

The brilliant golden light was as bright as day, and wisps of Zen incense wafted over, yet they could not bring any sense of peace; there was only gloom and oppression.

Just like in the dream, once they reached this point, the villagers seemed to fear some entity inside the temple and stopped outside, their eyes fixed intensely on them as they entered.

Everyone followed the White-haired Village Chief through the Heavenly Kings Hall and arrived at the square. Seeing the Great Buddha sitting on the lotus platform in the Mahavira Hall in the distance, devouring flesh and blood, they were shocked beyond measure.

At this moment, panic began to spread uncontrollably.