Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 564 - 262: Oh? How Do You Know We’ll Die?

The Ministry of Internal Affairs official on duty immediately frowned: "Martial Saint Ruins? Near the Ice Fortress? Where is this information coming from? Has it been verified?"

"Unknown source! But the dissemination speed is extremely fast, currently unable to verify the authenticity, but it’s causing a great deal of unrest!"

The patrol captain quickly reported.

The official’s face turned serious: "Immediately deploy more personnel to closely monitor all city routes! Especially those heading toward the designated sea area! At the same time, report immediately!"

"Yes!"

...

The message was relayed through multiple layers.

Soon, a senior official wearing a Deep Blue bureaucratic uniform.

With an aura reaching Tier Two Middle Realm from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, gravely crossed the inside of the City Lord’s Mansion through a special passageway, arriving at an elevator requiring special clearance to operate.

He took a deep breath, swiped his ID card, entered the lengthy password, and underwent dual verification of iris and energy fluctuations.

The elevator doors silently slid open.

He stepped inside, pressed the button to the lowest level.

The elevator descended rapidly, the sense of weightlessness lasting far longer than usual.

When the elevator doors opened again, a nauseating smell of blood and a faint rust mingled with a piercing antiseptic scent, came at him like a tangible force.

The official forced himself to endure the physical discomfort.

Instinctively held his breath, slightly hunched his shoulders, and carefully stepped out of the elevator.

In front of him was a dim and oppressive concrete corridor, the air suffused with a faint red blood mist.

He followed the corridor leading to the forbidden area, walking nearly a hundred meters forward.

Every step was taken cautiously, as if treading on knife edges.

Finally, he stopped before a massive, heavy alloy gate.

From the gap of the door, a faint dark red glow emerged, along with... a deep humming sound resembling a massive heartbeat.

The official stood outside the door and, through the heavy alloy gate, reported in an extremely respectful and slightly trembling voice:

"Elder Ancestor... outside... there is an urgent situation to report."

He dared not push the door directly, only able to wait.

The low humming within seemed to pause for a moment.

The official swallowed nervously and continued to speak in a low voice: "In the city... a message has spread! It claims that in the northeastern direction of the ’Ice Fortress’ stronghold ruins, approximately fifty nautical miles out into the glacial ocean area... a suspected relic of the ’Cold Qilin’ Martial Saint who fell a hundred years ago has been discovered! The source is unknown, but the spread is extremely fast."

"Currently, quite a number of Martial Arts Grandmasters... are secretly gathering in that area! The momentum is significant..."

After finishing his report, the official held his breath, bowing even lower, his forehead almost touching the cold metal floor.

Behind the massive alloy gate.

Lies a more expansive space.

The dark red glow emanated from a pool of flesh that slowly wriggled and pulsed as if alive.

At the center of the pool, a decrepit figure, reduced to merely skin and bones, was submerged.

Numerous thick, vein-like dark red tubes extended from the pool, connecting all over his body.

The pool churned with a viscous, foul-smelling dark red liquid.

Beneath the frail figure’s feeble heartbeat, it slowly pulsed and throbbed.

After the official completed his report.

This nauseating Blood Pool space fell into deeper silence.

Only the bubbling of the pool and the sound of viscous liquid flowing could be heard.

The shriveled figure seemed to have no reaction.

Time passed by one minute at a time.

Just as the official outside felt his heart nearly leap into his throat, almost driven insane by the oppressive silence...

An old, dry voice, as if sandpaper rubbing against desiccated bones, filled with endless fatigue and... an undeniable hint of greedy desire, slowly drifted out from within, from the depths of the Blood Pool:

"Investigate..."

The voice was weak, yet carried an unquestionable command.

"Once... verified true."

"Immediately... come... inform... me..."