Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 789th - : One Result

Chapter 789: 789th Chapter: One Result

Lofvis’s voice continued to grow louder as He tried to burst Wen Wen’s brain with the sound alone.

But Wen Wen directly confined the Rune Book to the Sanctuary, immediately cutting off the sound.

After that, Wen Wen stood in place for a while before he finally recovered, with no more buzzing in his head.

Yet, even that brief impact had caused a stream of blood to flow from each of his ears.

"I understand it all now. This Rune Book is directly connected to the Evil God called Lofvis, allowing Lofvis to communicate directly with the holder of the Rune Book!"

"For His ’God’s Favored,’ this book is a sacred object that can communicate directly with the deity, but for someone like me who does not believe in Lofvis, obtaining this book results in being harassed by the nonsense of the Evil God."

"However... Lofvis said I am not Him. Who is He referring to?"

After pondering for a short while, Wen Wen had figured out how he should handle the Rune Book.

From now on, to study the knowledge in the Rune Book and to inscribe Rune Arrays onto it, he must be inside the Sanctuary while the Cataclysm Prison mode is activated.

When using the Rune Book outside, he should try to use it within safe periods, not giving Lofvis a chance to finish a sentence.

Fortunately, Wen Wen’s strength had increased significantly since before, or else he wouldn’t even dare to use this Rune Book.

After putting away the Rune Book, Wen Wen turned to look at Xia Weiyi, who was nailed to the wall.

In the short time Wen Wen studied the Rune Book, Xia Weiyi’s hair and beard had turned completely white, and he was constantly muttering a name.

The name was ’Tang Xiaoyi’...

The reason Xia Weiyi was so obsessed with helping the Evil God descend was probably related to this Tang Xiaoyi.

Wen Wen searched through Xia Weiyi’s clothes, found his ID, and sent these things to Ding Mingguang, asking him to search for information on these two people as much as possible.

Ding Mingguang’s ability to search for information on a computer was extremely strong, so Wen Wen often sought his help, and each time, he would transfer some Demon Hunting Coins to him as compensation.

In some sense, Ding Mingguang had already become Wen Wen’s personal computer expert.

And by doing Wen Wen’s private jobs, Ding Mingguang had subtly become one of the wealthiest Demon Hunters in the Hunters Association of Furong River City.

Throughout the entire process, Xia Weiyi’s expression remained blank, his complexion dull and lackluster, continuously muttering that one name.

Lofvis’s failure to descend and being repelled by Wen Wen had directly shattered Xia Weiyi’s faith, making him seem like he was suffering from senile dementia.

However, based on the identity information Wen Wen found, Xia Weiyi was only two years older than Wen Wen.

Considering Xia Weiyi’s age, it was rather strange that he wore old-fashioned glasses typical of an old scholar.

So Wen Wen took off Xia Weiyi’s glasses and, after a brief test to ensure there were no risks, he put them on himself.

At first glance, there seemed to be no change, but after studying them for a while, Wen Wen discovered that the glasses could translate Youta script into the language of the real world.

Unfortunately, Wen Wen had already mastered the Youta script and no longer needed this device for translation, so he decided to sell it in the containment shop.

In the end, Wen Wen confined Xia Weiyi within the Sanctuary.

Although he no longer had normal cognitive functions, posing less threat than a domestic goose raised in rural areas to guard and protect homes,

he had, after all, prepared to use over seven thousand people as sacrificial offerings to the Evil God, so regardless of his reasons, he must endure the punishment he deserved.

Wen Wen would make him stay in the Sanctuary until he died!

Then Wen Wen heard the alarm sounding; some people dressed in black closed off the area, as several Demon Hunters approached the villa quickly.

Wen Wen curled his lips. If it weren’t for his timely discovery of Ning Zhewan, given the local Hunters Association’s efficiency, they probably wouldn’t have been able to prevent Lofvis’s coming.

However, he didn’t mean to blame these Demon Hunters. After all, their abilities were limited. If Wen Wen back in Furong River City had been in their shoes, he probably wouldn’t have done much better.

Wen Wen went directly into the Sanctuary without encountering the Demon Hunters.

Dealing with the local Hunters Association was a hassle better left to Tao Qingqing; that was precisely why he had brought her out.

...

The eyes on the faces spread across Ning Zhewan’s body closed one after another, and the blood-red marks began to vanish.

When the final mark disappeared, Ning Zhewan collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily.

The faces of resentment on his body started to blur, as just moments before, countless blood-red marks had emerged on him, swallowing his resentment like a dragon drawing water.

In less than half an hour, they had absorbed most of the resentment from him.

The flesh and energy of the voters were to sustain the summoning ritual continuously, so it would be extracted gradually over five hours.

But the resentment in Ning Zhewan was different; it was crucial for supporting the descent ritual, hence it was absorbed very quickly.

Those initially clear faces of resentment gradually became blurred; the resentment wasn’t strong on its own, it was only formidable when aggregated as it was in Ning Zhewan.

Now, each small strand of resentment had lost much of its strength; they could hardly maintain a clear form.

An elderly face looked up at the stars unwillingly, black smoke wafting from his face, as he was about to vanish.

But he was not ready to give up; he had not yet seen the voters punished, nor had he forgiven them...

To disappear halfway like this was worse than doing nothing from the start; at least that way, he could continue to harbor his hatred.

Ning Zhewan gave a bitter smile. After the old man had disappeared, a patch of his skin returned to normal, but he would have preferred to stay contorted.

During his time entwined with resentment, he had heard many stories that had occurred over this resentment.

He could name every face visage on him; in his view, these resentful spirits were more pitiful than anyone. They had no bodies or souls, drifting alone in the void, sustaining an almost pathological hatred.

Ironically, no matter their hatred, they could not affect anything until Ning Zhewan came into the picture and changed the situation.

Ning Zhewan wanted to give these resentful spirits a resolution, whether receiving an apology from those voters or seeking revenge on them, but now he was unable to do anything.

A bright crescent was suddenly obscured by something. Ning Zhewan blinked and realized it was Wen Wen, who had previously saved him.

Ning Zhewan said to himself in self-mockery, "I’m already at my end; your job here is done."

Wen Wen, head bowed and face expressionless, asked, "How much longer can you last?"

"At most a dozen hours. After that, the resentment will completely dissipate, and I will vanish..."

"Ten hours from now, I will give you a result. Don’t die before then."

Having said that, Wen Wen turned and walked away.