Chapter 221 vs. N

Peng ZhenNi covered her mouth, staring at the man’s back, her eyes wide with shock.

‘That Giant Scythe… where did it even come from?’

The rust-covered scythe had instantly transformed into the Scythe of Death, its blade etched with Runes.

Paired with the flintlock gun that fired crimson bullets, the two bizarre weapons on a single person created an indescribable aura of mystery.

Then she remembered their journey through the dark clouds earlier that night…

‘Is this man really a Deity?’

“BANG! BANG! BANG—”

The Penalty Fire Flintlock Gun spat fire, its reports echoing down the hallway as it unleashed a torrent of bullets.

“AH!!”

“ROAR!!!”

The living dead shrieked in agony as they fell, one after another.

But there were too many. They kept swarming from both ends of the corridor, a dense mass, like two black tides.

Closer—even closer.

Jiang Chaosheng moved.

The Giant Scythe in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, its tip tracing a silvery arc as it precisely pierced the neck of a grotesque old man.

Jenny instinctively shut her eyes, bracing for a gruesome scene of flying flesh and gore.

But there was none.

The moment the Giant Scythe was pulled out, its tip brought out something else—a creature the size of an infant.

It was emaciated, its head disproportionately large, and its limbs were as thin as dry twigs.

It bared a mouth full of fine, sharp teeth, struggling and flailing in the air.

Jiang Chaosheng glanced at it. “So this is what they are?”

The words had barely left his lips.

The Little Devil suddenly clutched its neck and let out a bloodcurdling shriek.

The sound was like nails on a blackboard, so sharp it set one’s teeth on edge.

The next second, its body turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated on the tip of the blade.

Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow.

‘I didn’t kill it. It just died?’

He sniffed the air.

The air only carried the hospital’s familiar scent of disinfectant—acrid and bland. Nothing out of the ordinary.

‘…Could disinfectant be the bane of Hell Creatures?’

‘No, that’s unlikely.’

He looked down at the dissipating black smoke, thoughts racing in his mind.

‘Or… it was the air.’

‘The air is poison to these Hell Creatures. That must be why they can’t survive in the Human World.’

Of course, this was just a guess.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the living dead still swarming in the corridor, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly.

“Maybe… I should capture a few and leave them for Liu Weiqian to study.”

Before the words left his mouth, he charged forward.

With the Scythe of Death in hand, he was like an unsheathed blade, plunging straight into the tide of the living dead.

A tiger among sheep.

He cut them down as if they were nothing.

A living dead fell, and another Little Devil was slain.

He swept with the Giant Scythe and fired precise shots with the flintlock gun, the two weapons working in perfect concert.

The scythe reaped nearby enemies while bullets took care of distant targets.

Flashes of silver and firelight alternated in the corridor, a ballet of supernatural slaughter.

Finally, the last of the living dead fell.

Dozens of bodies lay strewn across the corridor, which had fallen into a dead silence.

In Jenny’s eyes, all that remained was the lone figure of Jiang Chaosheng standing in the middle of the hallway, his back looking like that of a Slaughter God.

Suddenly, he turned and raised his hand toward her.

In an instant, his hand transformed into seven or eight monstrous black snakes that shot toward her, their cavernous maws wide open.

Jenny’s eyes flew wide, her pupils constricting in terror.

The monstrous snakes whistled past her ear, the wind they created blowing the loose strands of hair at her temples.

As if sensing something, she stiffly turned her head.

Eight living dead had, at some unknown point, crept up behind her.

They were now ensnared by the monstrous black snakes, struggling desperately.

Their eyes rolled back into their heads, showing the whites, as the things inside them struggled frantically to escape.

But to no avail.

This was the Primordial Desire Snake—the ultimate technique of Western Heaven’s First Angel.

Western Heaven and Eternal Hell had fought for countless ages; Lucifer’s methods were a natural counter to all Hell Creatures.

Jiang Chaosheng walked toward her, murmuring under his breath,

“Elder Dragon, take these things to the heavens.”

As soon as he spoke—

A dragon’s roar resounded through heaven and earth!

A pitch-black dragon shadow erupted from his chest. Wherever it passed, the air grew thick, and the corridor’s white walls visibly began to mold, mottle, and peel.

“BOOM!”

The dragon shadow shattered the window and shot straight into the night sky.

The eight living dead were swept up by the dragon’s tail. They struggled desperately but could only watch helplessly as they ascended into the dark clouds with the dragon shadow.

Jenny’s heart was pounding.

It wasn’t the flutter of a young girl’s crush on a handsome man or a lover.

It was a tremor deep in her soul.

For an ordinary person to witness a supernatural battle far beyond anything in video games or movies… it felt like a dream.

Jiang Chaosheng retracted the Scythe of Death and the Penalty Fire Flintlock Gun, then turned and walked into the hospital room.

Jenny finally snapped out of her daze and hurried in after him.

….

“Sir!”

Peng Guanhai was deeply agitated, his graying eyebrows trembling.

Jiang Chaosheng pulled over a chair and sat down, getting straight to the point.

“What are your plans? Do you want to come with me?”

Peng Guanhai understood.

Hell had already bared its fangs at him.

Without this man’s protection, he didn’t know how much longer he would live.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, maybe even tonight.

Now, he had two choices.

Either accept this man’s protection…

Or… be left to his own fate.

He was silent for a long time.

Then he got out of bed and knelt on the floor with a THUD.

He turned to look at Jenny, his voice stern.

“Jenny, come here! Kneel!”

Jenny froze for a moment, then hurried to her grandfather’s side and knelt.

Jiang Chaosheng sat motionless in his chair, looking down at the grandfather and granddaughter before him.

Peng Guanhai took a deep breath, his voice low.

“My body is getting weaker by the day. Even if those things hadn’t tried to kill me today, I don’t have much time left.”

Jiang Chaosheng’s lips parted slightly. “I can keep you alive.”

He admired Peng Guanhai.

A mere mortal who, in just seven years, had single-handedly uncovered crucial clues about Hell.

This man, the famous detective known as White Cat who had once been a legend in Meiqi Country’s law enforcement circles, would surely be useful in the future.

Jenny quickly spoke up.

“Big brother… Sir, please, let my grandfather live!”

“Silence!”

Peng Guanhai barked, cutting her off.

He turned to look at Jiang Chaosheng, the wrinkles on his face as deep as if carved by a knife.

“Sir, I… am weary.”

His voice was very soft, like a candle about to burn out.

“I don’t want to be involved in anything related to the Supernatural World anymore. Even if I could obtain a long life, to me now… it has no meaning.”

Jiang Chaosheng watched him intently. After a long moment, he spoke slowly.

“You’re doing this because… you don’t want your granddaughter to be dragged into the conflicts of the Supernatural World again, right?”

Peng Guanhai was silent for a moment, then nodded.

He knew that if he truly became part of the Supernatural World, Jenny would inevitably be drawn in as well.

He just wanted his granddaughter to be like an ordinary person.

To study hard, get a good job, fall in love, find a good man, and live a simple, peaceful life.

That was all.

Jiang Chaosheng said with a hint of regret,

“I respect your choice.”

Having witnessed the insidious nature of Hell, even he couldn’t guarantee that Jenny would be able to maintain her peaceful life if Peng Guanhai joined the Taboo Association.

At most, he could guarantee that she would survive.

Peng Guanhai raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed and full of pleading.

“Sir, could you please grant Jenny an item to protect her from Hell’s interference?”

He paused, his voice trembling.

“I know your rules. Let me bear any Curse or price all by myself.”

Jiang Chaosheng looked at him, not saying a word.

The silence was so profound you could hear a pin drop.

After a long moment, Jiang Chaosheng scoffed and shook his head.

“You traded twenty years of your life for that mirror. By my calculations, you have very little of your own lifespan left. Maybe a year, maybe less.”

He looked into Peng Guanhai’s eyes.

“You no longer have the means to bear the price.”

A look of despair appeared in Peng Guanhai’s eyes.

Just then, Jiang Chaosheng changed his tune.

“However…”

He took out the Homing Mirror from his coat and glanced down at it.

“I’m taking this mirror. In exchange, I can give you another Taboo Item.”

He looked up at Peng Guanhai, his gaze calm.

“Taking this mirror before your life runs out means I’m breaking our agreement. So—we’re redoing our deal.”

He closed his hand, and the Homing Mirror vanished into his palm.

“You’ll use those twenty years of your life to trade for a Taboo Item for your granddaughter, one that can resist the encroachment of Hell.”