The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter 311: What Are You Barking At?

Chapter 311: Chapter 311: What Are You Barking At?

Lechang Square·Anti-theft Bureau

"If there’s a problem that can’t be solved officially, go to the General Office and look for Yin Jing’an. I’ve had a word with him; he’ll help you..."

"If you encounter trouble on the road, find Wilson. In desperate circumstances, he can awaken me from my ’retreat.’"

Amidst the twisted and fearful gazes of all the prisoners, two figures walked through the dark dungeon. Yan Yunsheng followed a half step behind the young man, cupping his fists step by step.

"Yes, sir."

"While I am away, the government office is in your hands. Make sure to urge the brothers to practice their skills well."

Patting Yan Yunsheng on the shoulder, Zhu Haomiao smiled slightly, turned his back to him, and waved his hand.

"You may leave."

Sensing faintly what the young man might do, Yan Yunsheng dared not think too deeply, nodding with awe and fear, he fled the dungeon as if pursued by a beast.

From where Yan Yunsheng could not see, Zhu Haomiao’s pitch-black and deep pupils slowly contracted, and a strand of purple-gold thread emerged from the depths of his pupils, eventually transforming into a pair of evil purple-gold vertical eyes radiating a sinister glow in the darkness.

The oppressive purple-gold vertical eyes surveyed the surroundings, and among the despairing and distorted gazes of all the prisoners, the young man lifted a sunny and cheerful smile, spreading his arms as he stepped forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have a dream..."

Before the words were finished, all the prisoners simultaneously let out shrill and haunting screams.

"No! Don’t come near me!!!"

"......"

The sunny and cheerful smile froze on his face, the curve of the boy’s mouth gradually disappeared, and the dignified, eerie purple-gold vertical eyes emitted a chilling light.

"I haven’t finished speaking, and you’re barking like dogs?"

"Ignorant!"

.........

Standing outside the prison gate, Yan Yunsheng gazed towards the stairs leading underground, feeling only a chill down his spine.

For a moment, he seemed to see something writhing and twisting in the depths of the darkness, like an invisible demon chewing, devouring, and digesting something...

But upon closer inspection, everything was so peaceful that even the faintly heard screams vanished into silence, as if the cold dread springing from the depths of his heart was merely an illusion.

Gulp~

Unable to help himself, Yan Yunsheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, practicing slow and deep breathing repeatedly.

At this moment, he desperately wanted to hear the prisoners’ screams. This chilling hopeless silence suffocated him.

Yet, even until the handsome and charming young man emerged with a refreshed look, he heard not a single sound from below.

"The aftermath is in your capable hands."

"Old rules, sudden illness, sudden death!"

Patting Yan Yunsheng’s shoulder, Zhu Haomiao wore a satisfied smile and drifted away.

Behind him, Yan Yunsheng took a deep breath, easing the oppression on his chest and solemnly saluted the young man’s retreating figure.

"As you command!"

Only when he had watched the young man’s figure disappear at the horizon did Yan Yunsheng grit his teeth, muster courage, and walk towards the underground passage of the prison.

As he stepped onto the familiar dark stairs, he subconsciously grasped the handle of his knife, as though it might offer him a sliver of security.

In a daze, he felt a cold, dignified, and eerie air pervading, as if an ancient god had descended upon the mortal realm. Just a trace of its lingering presence made him shiver with fear, involuntarily wanting to kneel, begging for its mercy.

Upon stepping into the underground prison, the scene that unfolded stopped his heart for a beat and arrested his breath.

All the prisoners in their cells sat quietly kneeling, heads lowered, fists clasped in a prayer, like devout believers worshipping their deity of faith.

Goosebumps rose all over as Yan Yunsheng opened a cell and gently pushed a kneeling prisoner, causing the stiff corpse, like a stone, to fall sideways, maintaining its prayerful posture, revealing its feature stained with black blood.

From the seven orifices oozed thick black liquid like oil, and the prisoner displayed a despairing, pained expression as they died, as if confessing and pleading for forgiveness from the great presence.

Mustering all his strength to suppress the trepidation in his heart, Yan Yunsheng glanced around, discovering all the corpses facing the same direction.

With measured steps, Yan Yunsheng walked step by step to the center of the underground prison passage and slowly stood firm.

In an instant, a chill shot from his tailbone to the top of his skull, clearly seeing that at the position where he stood, all the prisoners’ corpses were bowing towards him.

The entire dark dungeon resembled a terrifying altar where countless ’believers’ offered their lives in sacrifice, attempting to appease an indescribable demon god, praying for its forgiveness and pity.

In his daze, Yan Yunsheng seemed to see a slender, upright figure standing in his place, joyously reveling in the sacrifices and adoration of the believers.

The electrifying horror left him frozen with dread, despite being the only living person, Yan Yunsheng stood rigidly, like an insect trapped in amber.

Not until much later, when the lingering dignified aura in the air gradually faded and the suffocating oppression dissipated, did he exhale a shaky breath and begin to fearfully tidy up the ’aftermath.’

Surveying the scene, Yan Yunsheng bit his lip and couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

"Sir... this disease is too vicious... How am I supposed to explain it..."

Meanwhile, paying no heed to the mess he left for Yan Yunsheng, Zhu Haomiao walked lazily and contentedly out of the Anti-theft Bureau door, savoring as he smacked his lips.

The mental barriers of intelligent beings in this world are much stronger than the First Layer Heaven. Using the [Immortal’s Grasp], it took a long time to gradually break their ’shells’ and finally complete the harvest today through a sacrificial ceremony.

Blinking his eyes, the young man’s gaze slightly lost focus as he glanced at the [Book of Black].

[Pride]: LV.1 → LV.5

[God] +10

[Dexterity] +8

[Greed Coin] +236

"Fatten the pig for a thousand days, use the pig for a moment, thankful to nature’s gift."

As the youth clasped his hands together in devout gratitude, a grand golden light invisible to others emanated from the depths of his spirit and body.

At the Concept layer, the grayish-white Cocoon Room cracked open a gap, and the wild power of breaking the cocoon and becoming a butterfly surged back through his limbs, making Zhu Haomiao’s blood boil!

[Void Refining God and Returning to Truth Technique]: LV.3 → LV.4 (Small Success)

[Essence] +5

[Qi] +5

Clenching his fists, the massive surge of power gave Zhu Haomiao the illusion he could tear the sky apart with one punch.

After some time adjusting to the strength of his spirit and body, Zhu Haomiao lifted his head to see Wilson, dressed in black, standing respectfully beside an opulent and spacious carriage, gesturing a chest salute towards him.

"My Lord."

"Yes."

Seated on the carriage, the driver began to urge the steeds to step forward slowly.

As the door closed, a spirit light array invisible to the naked eye flashed, and the clamor of the street outside abruptly faded into silence.