novelraw Chapter 558 - 261: The Undying Jiang Taixuan
Chapter 558 - 261: The Undying Jiang Taixuan
The overpowering stench of corpses, the sourness of decay, and the rotting odor that even disinfectant couldn’t cover.
Once inside, the tall, skinny man hurriedly pressed the close button, as if every extra second was unbearable agony.
As the elevator doors slowly closed.
Fang Qingyu manipulated the Eternal Night Territory, once again silently "seeping" in like flowing water.
The elevator descended once more.
This time, the descent seemed to take longer.
The foul odor filling the elevator made both the fat and tall, skinny man gag a few times uncontrollably.
"Damn it, this smell... I lose years off my life every time I come here!" complained the fat man.
The tall, skinny man responded in a muffled voice, "Just endure it, we’re almost there."
Finally, the elevator stopped again.
Before the door was fully open, an intense, rotting stench, mixed with an extreme foul odor, slammed into them like a physical hammer.
"Ugh—!"
This time, even Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan, who were seasoned and accustomed to bloodshed, couldn’t control themselves and gagged forcefully within the Eternal Night Territory, their faces pale.
The smell was not just a physical assault but also a destructive blow to the spiritual will.
Fang Qingyu’s brows furrowed tightly, his stomach churning, but his strong willpower forcibly suppressed it.
Jiang Wei’s little face wrinkled slightly.
Her small hand fanned in front of her nose.
Jiang Chengyue’s breath fluctuated violently in the shadows.
The elevator door opened fully.
The scene before them caused everyone’s pupils to suddenly contract.
Just beyond the elevator door, less than ten meters away...
was a mountain!
A mountain of countless black body bags piled up, rotting into a Corpse Mountain.
The Corpse Mountain was enormous, almost filling this vast, dark underground space.
Some of the body bags were already torn, revealing the highly decayed, unrecognizable corpses inside, oozing black and green pus, with maggots writhing between the rotting flesh.
More bags were piled layer upon layer, forming a mountain.
Emitting a suffocating stench.
Flies buzzed over the Corpse Mountain like a black cloud.
This was a true Chaotic Burial Mound, the final and dirtiest resting place for evil.
On the edge of the Corpse Mountain, some huge, bulldozer-like metal robotic arms were faintly visible, seemingly used to "process" this ever-growing mountain of corpses.
"Corpse Boss! New goods have arrived! Three of them! Catch them!"
The fat man, suppressing his urge to vomit, used all his speed, nearly closing his eyes, to hurl the body bags on his shoulder towards the Corpse Mountain.
The tall, skinny man immediately flung his two bags with great effort.
Having finished this, the two, as if avoiding the plague, frantically pressed the elevator’s close button, their faces filled with fear and disgust.
"Close it! Close it!"
As the elevator doors slowly closed, under their terrified gaze, it finally shut completely, cutting off the hellish sight and foul stench outside.
The elevator ascended.
Inside, the fat and tall, skinny man breathed heavily, as if just crawling back from hell.
"Damn it, next time whoever’s willing to come, let them, I’m not going down again!"
The fat man cursed with lingering fear.
The tall, skinny man said nothing, only nodding vigorously.
...
...
In the Observatory Suite, Fang Qingyu’s exclusive room.
"Ugh—!!!"
From the bathroom came Chu Kuanglan’s heart-wrenching sounds of vomiting.
In the living room, Wei Banmeng’s face was paper white, covering her mouth, her shoulders trembling slightly, forcibly suppressing her churning stomach.
Lu Jiuyuan hugged his sword, leaning against the wall, eyes tightly closed, but his pursed lips and the slight heaving of his chest showed he was also struggling to endure the strong nausea.
Fang Qingyu sat on the living room sofa with an expressionless face, his fingers tapping lightly on his knee absentmindedly.
Jiang Chengyue slumped in a chair opposite Fang Qingyu, his face ashen, gazing emptily at the ceiling, as if his soul had been drained by the scene they had just witnessed.
The indignant heroism of the safe house seemed on the brink of collapse in the face of that Corpse Mountain.
After a long time, the sounds of vomiting from the bathroom gradually subsided.
Chu Kuanglan staggered out, his face still pale and flushed with anger after vomiting.
He walked up to Fang Qingyu, not sitting down, but crouching directly, gripping the sofa edge tightly, his knuckles white with exertion.
He raised his head, eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at Fang Qingyu, his voice hoarse.
For the first time addressing Fang Qingyu as...
"Brother!"
"Let’s... kill that old bastard!"
Every word seemed squeezed out from between his teeth, full of implacable hatred.
That hellish scene, those comrades drained as though mere sustenance, that pile of rotting corpses...
Completely ignited the violent killing intent in his heart!
Whatever Martial Saint or Stabilizing Needle, in his eyes, was now just a festering, reeking tumor that had to be eradicated!
Wei Banmeng suppressed her churning stomach, took a deep breath, and with a voice tinged with a chill, reminded, "Brother Chu, calm down. The opponent is a Martial Saint! The gap in the level of life can’t be bridged by anger alone..."
Her words were rational and realistic, but deep in her eyes was the same meaning as Chu Kuanglan’s.
Chu Kuanglan jerked his head up, clearly wanting to retort.
But Fang Qingyu raised his hand, stopping him.
Fang Qingyu’s gaze turned towards Jiang Chengyue, who seemed like his backbone had been drawn out, his voice calm and without a ripple:
"Jiang Chengyue."
"Tell me, what is Jiang Taixuan’s current condition?"
"How much strength can he still muster?"
Jiang Chengyue’s vacant eyes slowly focused, landing on Fang Qingyu’s face.
That calm, extreme gaze, more terrifying than Chu Kuanglan’s angry roar.