novelraw Chapter 544: Red coffin with petals, Hanjing calls!!!
Chapter 544: Red coffin with petals, Hanjing calls!!!
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A simple raising of his hand, accompanied by millions of floating brick cones behind him, steel arrows aimed, steel beams poised to strike.
Such a terrifying scene.
Startled the dozen or so White Ridge investigators who had arrived side-by-side in dramatic poses, deliberately creating an oppressive atmosphere!!
When they received the news of He Yuhao's death, they were initially surprised. Killing a White Ridge 749 investigator within White Ridge?
This indicated either someone with a screw loose, or someone with formidable strength and extraordinary background.
At least one of these three conditions had to be met.
That's why they had chosen this kind of entrance.
Did they really all coincidentally arrive at the same time?
Not at all.Rather, they deeply understood one principle: while they wore 749 uniforms, their lives were their own.
A few people going in alone was worse than waiting for more people to arrive and going together. At worst, they just needed to outrun their teammates.
This approach offered both prestige and security.
Once on site, they could assess the situation and see if there were any benefits to be gained. If the price was heavy enough, turning a blind eye wasn't completely off the table.
But who could have known.
They had just arrived and hadn't even approached yet.
Lu Ding lightly tapped his finger forward.
Millions of weapons shot forward carried by the [Qi of the Ticket Wind], accompanied by rolling black sand.
A life-or-death crisis emerged in their hearts.
Someone shouted: "Wait..."
The shrieking sound of millions of weapons cutting through the air interrupted his words.
Fu Xinghe watched this scene: "Struggle with all your might to survive, only then will you have the chance to stand before Brother Lu..."
The line of over a dozen people instantly scattered.
Explosions of power erupted in waves, with various brilliant lights. Some moved cautiously, pushing their speed to the limit hoping to dodge, others confidently deployed protective barriers thinking they could block it, and still others activated their artifacts, intending to counter-attack Lu Ding!!!
Their actions differed.
But their thinking was the same.
'They're just bricks, concrete, steel bars and beams—quantity over quality'
'Watch me dodge them!'
'Watch me block them!'
'Watch me shatter them!'
Those with Heavenly Perception cultivation were confident, and those with Five Decays of Heaven-Man cultivation were equally confident.
But when these weapons enchanted and empowered by the [Qi of the Ticket Wind] struck down, they realized.
They were wrong!!!!
And terribly wrong at that!!!!!
Every falling weapon possessed exceptionally terrifying power. Despite having the essence of brick cones and concrete, they could completely shatter the protective barriers erected by those in the Heavenly Perception realm upon impact.
The terrifying kinetic energy and anti-magic characteristics instantly shattered the people behind the protections!!!
Like anti-material weapons hitting humans.
Boom!!!!
Explosion!!!
Blood mist erupted, a visual feast!!
The Five Decays of Heaven-Man investigator who thought his artifact was sturdy.
Crack, a crisp sound.
Artifact met brick and stone, the artifact shattered.
The black sand-encircled brick cone enlarged in his vision, allowing him to see the details clearly, until his display went black, directly shutting down and rebooting.
As for those few White Ridge investigators confident in their speed, they were subjected to artillery bombardment, fire coverage, area saturation—the brick cones wrapped in [Qi of the Ticket Wind] could even curve!
Death!!!!
Looking at his masterpiece, Lu Ding couldn't help but marvel inwardly at the terror of the [Qi of the Ticket Wind].
Combining force with anti-magic, the King of Hell practices calligraphy by flipping through his ledger, sitting above and checking names, demanding performance!
Anti-magic combined with force, the ancestor goes weak and powerless, kneeling below and kowtowing, begging for descendants!
Pure one plus one greater than two.
And this was just with bricks. If they were replaced with items refined from premium materials...
Lu Ding's eyes suddenly lit up at this thought, petals!!!!
Wasn't he basically Byakuya Kuchiki!?
Both handsome and elegant, both flashy and cool.
As for whether petals might be less powerful than flying knives or needles, he had a whole pocketful of skills—why would he care about that?
Brute force creates miracles, even without a spearhead you can still stab someone to death!
Looking cool was what mattered most!!!
Lu Ding pondered: "What color should the petals be? Can't infringe on copyright..."
As he spoke, the barrage ahead had already stopped, having used only one-tenth of the million brick cones.
Except for not harming innocent people, all others were injured!!!
The ground looked more devastated than if it had been plowed.
Large craters nested within small craters, but it didn't matter—someone would 'voluntarily' come to repair it.
In such a large new city, could they possibly lack combat funds for Lu Ding and expenses for creating a sea of petals?!
Fu Xinghe glanced at Lu Ding who was contemplating the problem.
He immediately dashed over, captured two investigators who had been intentionally left alive with their last breath, and brought them back.
Even by this point.
Lu Ding was still brainstorming uses for the [Qi of the Ticket Wind], because the protagonist to be showcased next wasn't him.
Might as well do something while idle.
"I could store the petals in the Red Coffin later........."
"When needed, the Red Coffin opens, a sea of flowers fills the sky, accentuating the coffin, enhancing the atmosphere, strengthening the contrast, embodying elegance...."
"When Coffin Girl hands over the blade, if it could be accompanied by petals gushing forth..."
Lu Ding didn't dare imagine this scene.
So fucking elegant!!!
The Red Coffin's presence would be like the flower's center, Coffin Girl's ghostly hand would be the filaments within the pistil, and the extended long blade Blood Frost would be the anther...
Beautiful!! So beautiful!!
Lu Ding fiercely anticipated it.
But the petal color absolutely had to be chosen carefully, very important!!!
Fu Xinghe glanced at Lu Ding, whose eyes showed constantly shifting emotions, whose face gradually showed a rising smile, yet who remained silent.
His heart tightened.
Brother Lu, this is the opportunity you're giving me, you want to see me demonstrate my methods, right!!!
I understand, I get it!
I absolutely won't let you down!!!
If this weren't the case, given Lu Ding's personality, why would he just stand to the side saying nothing?
Pushing up his glasses.
Fu Xinghe's lips curled into a smile, trembling slightly.
Rolling up his sleeves, he reached into the severely injured person's wound, grabbed their heart, and slowly released spiritual energy.
"Wake up."
"Ah!!! Pain!!! Pain!!!! Let go!!!! Ah!!! Please!! Let go!!! Let go ah!!!!!"
Fu Xinghe remained unmoved, merely slowly squatting down, drawing closer to this person before speaking in a soft voice: "Come now, be good, tell me your bureau chief's phone number."
"Hurt...so hurt...plea..."
Thump!!!
A dull sound as the man's heart was directly crushed.
Fu Xinghe withdrew his arm, looking at the other severely injured person beside him who kept convulsing and vomiting blood.
"You...will you be obedient?"
That person nodded while vomiting blood, the fear in his eyes greater than when he first saw a ghost.
Before Fu Xinghe could even approach.
He spoke with difficulty: "1.....77....9....."
Fu Xinghe listened while taking out his own phone, dialing and calling the number.
At the same time.
On the other side.
White Ridge 749 Bureau Chief, Qian Jin, was playing mahjong with White Ridge 749 Deputy Bureau Chief Hou Dehai's wife, sister-in-law, and Qian Jin's own sister-in-law.
Not machine mahjong either, hand-shuffled oh~
Qian Jin beautifully justified it as "that's what gives it feeling."
While shuffling, he kept touching.
Even the mahjong tiles smelled fragrant.
Washing tiles, drawing tiles, stacking tiles, looking at tiles, Qian Jin played his first tile: "Two Circles!"
One round later, his turn again: "Two Circles!!"
Another round, his turn once more: "Still Two Circles!!!"
The three women laughed uproariously.
"Chief Qian, why do you have so many Two Circles?"
"Is sir going to play a fourth Two Circles later?"
"Then I might win with Two Circles oh."
Qian Jin smiled while stroking his beard: "I only have three Two Circles."
As he said this, his eyes swept over the three women once, then swept a second time before saying: "Which of you can give me one Two Circles?"
Just as he finished speaking, the phone rang.
Qian Jin's smile immediately changed, somewhat impatiently picking up his phone.
Looking at it!
Unknown number, no contact saved.
But the caller ID showed the number's location—Hanjing!!!!
And it was a triple number!!!!
Although the triple number was in the middle, that still wasn't something an ordinary cannon could use.