Chapter 181
The Saintly Sect's Tara was a heavyweight, treating herself as a goddess. Her fervent demeanor made Xia Er doubt that if he pushed her to the brink of suicide, she would slit her own throat on the spot, worrying that dying too slowly might provoke his anger.
Yulis would definitely help if she could, but this time, her assistance was unnecessary.
Xia Er already had a well-structured plan—digesting the potion and stealing the sealed objects—tasks that Yulis could not interfere with.
Second-tier Tara, third-tier Opode, second-tier Yulis...
In less than half an hour since his arrival, he had already encountered three extraordinary beings...
Under the weight of misfortune, Xia Er began to consider whether his house might suddenly explode.
Suddenly, a thought struck him.
If Opode had been carrying the sealed objects all along, then during their earlier encounter, the condition of the "Three Fate Objects" had already been met.
Three sealed objects were present.
But why... had misfortune not yet descended?
Could it be that the Fate Objects did not refer solely to the sealed items...
But rather to another term under the same root, the "Holy Grail"?
This was a metaphor in cults for a vessel that held the flesh and blood of the offspring of evil gods...
Xia Er felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
The Fate Objects likely referred not only to the sealed items but also to the individuals behind them.
He recalled the "exclusive" tag from the Echo of the Silver-Bound Timekeeper, thought of the "Lucky Coin" that automatically returned to Lucy's hand, and how they continuously reaped benefits by fulfilling the rules...
Was this... a nurturing vessel?
Chapter 116: Lord Xia Er would surely be pleased.
Once this thought emerged in Xia Er's mind, it lingered, refusing to fade.
He knew there was no evidence to support his current idea, but the coincidences were too striking.
Xia Er had to quickly bring the hidden sealed object, or its holder, to light; the longer he delayed, the more likely the situation would change.
He stopped pacing in the living room, took a deep breath, the scent of dust and wooden floorboards filling his nostrils, and a wave of coolness washed over his mind, gradually calming him down.
In times like this, panic was the last thing he needed.
He moved a stool over, sitting at the corner of the staircase, and began to ponder the process of the "coroner's" resurrection ritual, ensuring he didn't overlook anything.
From his vantage point, he could observe movements on both the first and second floors, while anyone on the first floor would be unable to see him, only catching a glimpse of his calves or shoes at most.
This way, he could minimize the risk of being hit by stray bullets coming through the window, and if danger arose, he would have space to maneuver either upstairs or downstairs.
Now, Xia Er had nothing to do but think while waiting for Tara to return with the body or for the Blood Letter Society to bring information about Opode.
As time ticked by, Xia Er found his heart growing increasingly calm.
A body... suturing...
In recent days, he had seen quite a few corpses.
As for suturing... he had some experience.
But it wasn't suturing corpses or wounds.
He had only helped his sister Li Qi mend her torn work uniform.
Xia Er squinted, and in his mind's eye, two illusory corpses seemed to appear. He raised his hands as if holding imaginary needles and thread.
However, as he lifted his hands, facing the two phantoms, his movements came to a halt.
He felt at a loss.
Moreover, the body he would be working with wouldn't be so intact; achieving a complete and natural-looking suture wouldn't be as simple as just using needle and thread.
He might even need to extract parts from more complete corpses to use as supplements.
After a moment's thought, Xia Er lowered his hands, and the illusory corpses before him began to disintegrate, breaking apart like pieces of a model kit.
This way... the thought process became clearer.
Xia Er's eyes gently closed, the fragmented corpses in his imaginary vision continuously reassembling, as if he was gaining some insight into the specifics of the resurrection ritual.
...
Ding—
A peculiar rust-colored coin struck a deep blue eyeball, producing a crisp sound.
"Hmm?"
Opode, holding the coin, glanced at the blue eyeball on the dining table, his expression filled with confusion.
Then, he took out a small knife and made a cut on the tip of his right index finger, holding it over the rust-colored coin.
A droplet of blood formed on his fingertip, its surface tension resembling a transparent membrane, struggling to cling to his finger, maintaining its perfect round shape.
But the droplet began to swell, trembling slightly on his fingertip.
Just as gravity was about to take over and pull the droplet down, Opode abruptly turned his finger, and the droplet fell precisely onto the "Evil Eye."
The blood enveloped the blue eyeball, flowing down its smooth surface. At that moment, Opode spoke, "Evil Eye, if I drop blood on this coin, will there be any danger?"
The droplet flowed down the "Evil Eye," absorbed by the low-quality wooden table, yet the surface of the "Evil Eye" remained as shiny as new.
Seeing this, Opode raised his hand and smeared the blood from his fingertip onto the eyeball angel on the front of the rust-colored coin.
The blood of an extraordinary being always held unexpected uses, no matter where it was found.
If one were to consider what was most valuable about an extraordinary being, aside from the undigested potions and mutated bodily tissues within, their blood was the most precious.
However, blood also contained a wealth of information, and giving it away carelessly could lead to danger. Thus, unless an extraordinary being was in dire straits, they would never choose to sell their blood.
Opode waited for a moment, but the rust-colored coin showed no signs of change, and he frowned slightly.
Since he had taken this sealed object from Lucy, he had yet to find any way to "contract" with it.
Or rather, he hadn't found any way to use it.
Every day, at a certain time, it would automatically fall somewhere, but it was always a hit or miss, leaving Opode with no clues.
The only consolation was that after killing Lucy, he felt his potion digestion speed had increased... even the bodily mutations he once thought irreversible were now nearly fully restored.
He felt better than ever.
It was just a bit regrettable that the "Evil Eye" did not respond to any inquiries Opode made regarding the rust-colored coin, as if it couldn't see the coin at all.
Such a situation was rare; at least until now, Opode had only encountered it when using the "Evil Eye" to ask about the Queen.
Forget it... the lunch break was almost over; he needed to hurry back to the factory, or he might face some misfortune.
The last time he fell into the furnace was still fresh in his mind; thankfully, he had a strong constitution, or he would have turned to ashes long ago.
However, he had recently discovered patterns in the rules of misfortune and was gradually getting used to his current life. Though it was frustrating, as long as there was progress, he could accept it.
Maintaining this pace of life, misfortune would not come knocking, and he was confident he could uncover the identity of the person behind the letters.
No misfortune was truly wonderful.
As Opode casually picked up the "Evil Eye" and the rust-colored coin, preparing to tuck them into his pocket, his heart skipped a beat.
Just then, he felt the coin slip from his grasp in a way that was hard to comprehend, falling toward the table.
Not good!
He had no time to turn back; he quickly reached out to grab the coin. The moment his palm touched it, his hand began to decay and crumble, the coin slipping through his fingers, landing on the table and spinning.
What was happening? Wasn't it supposed to only activate at night?
And he hadn't triggered any misfortune rules? Why???
If this wasn't misfortune, Opode absolutely wouldn't believe it. How could a third-tier extraordinary being make such a mistake?
The coin gradually stopped spinning on the table, wobbling as Opode's left hand, where it had been pierced, was now covered in a layer of black armor.
Frowning, he stared at the coin standing on the edge of the table.
It’s fine... since the day I was born, luck has always been on my side; even the "Destined One" cannot contend with my good fortune...
The coin fell, the rusted demon face turned skyward, its bloody grin seeming to mock him.
"Damn it..."
Opode cursed under his breath.
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