Chapter 31 Goddess and Blood

"I realized I discovered something more, hehe..."

The third uncle lowered his head and laughed with obvious surprise.

"I realized that I had come into contact with an extraordinary realm, an existence that only existed in the urban legends of Yanan City...the living corpses in the dark alleys, the infected snakes...there must be other things in this city.

There’s more hidden there.”

The third uncle cut off the man's snake tail and sent it to the gang's goddess together with the body of the man killed by Solar.

The other side continued to send people to search for traces of Solar.

Intuition told the third uncle that Solar had not gone far.

The third uncle had no reason, but he firmly believed that Solar was still in this city.

The battle between Tai Sheng and the old local white-skinned gangs is still going on. Uncle San doesn't have much time and even fewer opportunities to show his face.

But he was really lucky. A few days later, he actually got feedback from the goddess.

The goddess came to the door.

Tai Shenghe's goddess is named Xanthium, and she comes from a deep mountain in the Asian mainland. Because of her skills, she offended the wrong people in her hometown and couldn't survive, so she had to go to sea.

After Xanthium came to the empire, she accidentally entered Taishenghe and became the goddess of Taishenghe.

"This is cursed blood."

Xanthium told the third uncle.

He was holding two small glass reagent bottles.

There were two different types of blood in the two reagent bottles, one of which had turned gray, like burned ashes.

The other is still in a thick, bright red state.

"Where I come from, these things have many names."

"The blood of the curse, the gift from heaven, the sorrow of the traitor, the authority of God..."

Xanthium whispered in Third Uncle's ear.

"But in Yharnam, they only have one name."

The name he pronounced became a heavenly sound in the third uncle's ears.

"[Dirty Blood]."

Xanthium's voice is low, as if reciting some ancient hymn.

"The gods stand on the earth, offering me favors and punishing me for sins. They are like the incorruptibility of the sea, the rotation of the four seasons, and the reciprocation of the sun, moon, and stars... The source of blood is immortal, and the life will not be extinguished."

The third uncle held the reagent bottle as if it were a treasure.

"Mr. Liang, you need to make a choice."

Xanthium pointed to the burned ashes in the reagent bottle.

"This is one of the inheritances of the gods, [the dying fire].

If you can withstand the burning of fire, you can obtain an extraordinary body."

Xanthium also gave a warning.

"But the price of enduring the burning fire is the withering of the soul - you must constantly replenish your soul in order to survive in a normal human society in a normal form."

The third uncle swallowed.

"Just like Solar...if you don't eat souls, you will become a living corpse, right?"

Xanthium nodded seriously: "Yes."

The third uncle looked at another reagent bottle.

Xanthium's tone became more severe.

"This is the bloodline of the evil god native to the empire, and people call it [Dirty Blood].

But in fact it is pure in itself.

It's just because after using it, the human body will undergo unimaginable changes, that's why it was named [Filthy Blood]."

The third uncle's eyes were shining brightly: "The unimaginable change, is it turning into a snake man like that Ma Zai?"

Xanthium was silent for a moment.

"The tragedy that happened to him was that the unlimited use of the power of [Dirty Blood] caused the [Dirty Blood] to become [corrupted], and that's why he became neither human nor ghost."

Xanthium explained.

"The human body cannot withstand the power of the gods in the dirty blood, and he doesn't know how to use the dirty blood."

The third uncle looked at Xanthium: "So, you know how to use dirty blood?"

Xanthium stared at his third uncle and understood what he was thinking: "Mr. Liang, you are seeking your own death."

The third uncle just looked at the bottle of thick, layered blood that seemed to have long, looming creatures.

"The gang encounters difficulties, and none of us can escape."

The third uncle looked at Xanthium: "We should help the gang solve its difficulties, right?"

Xanthium did not stop him: "I can only tell you the price of bearing the dirty blood. There is no way to alleviate or reverse the [corruption]."

He put both reagent bottles in the third uncle's hands.

"As for how to choose, it's all up to you."

The third uncle was so excited that he couldn't even speak clearly: "Ahem...I understand, I understand, the key is control, the key is balance, right?"

He could no longer control his reason.

Xanthium looked at him calmly. Xanthium had seen too many such scenes.

Mortals cannot withstand the temptation to obtain divine power and have no resistance to extraordinary power.

No one is an exception.

The third uncle looked at the reagent bottle in his hand.

"I don't want to become a soul-eating monster."

He picked up the reagent bottle containing the dirty blood and drank it in one gulp.

What the third uncle did not say was that with such power, he no longer needed to look for Solar.

With extraordinary strength, he can finally protect himself.

The third uncle terminated the search for Solar.

In the following days, Tai Sheng and the old gangster Baipi's struggle intensified.

The number of dead is increasing every day, and the alarm bells in Xiacheng District of Yanan City are ringing continuously every day.

Many people were involved in this fight, leaving their lives forever in dark alleys, or in some sewer where no one could see.

The gun dealers made a lot of money, but innocent workers and citizens suffered. The big shots in Yanan City watched the battle from a high position, as if they were watching an exciting gladiatorial battle.

The third uncle relied on the power of the dirty blood to become one of the survivors of this gladiatorial battle.

Tai Shenghe did not win, but his defeat was not miserable enough.

The White Skin Gang controls part of the violent armed forces in Yanan City, but Asians also possess extraordinary power to compete with them - extraordinary power that does not belong to the empire.

The third uncle had just become a transcendent at that time, and he could be regarded as a Ma Zai charging at the front line, so he did not have access to that level of information.

Therefore, he only heard that a high-ranking extraordinary person on Baipi's side stood up to mediate and finally ended this seemingly endless battle.

The white-skin gang retreated to the main city, and Tai Shenghe's sphere of influence was limited to the old city where Walker Street is located, and the lower city where the industrial zone is located.

The fight seemed to be over.

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The third uncle ended his long memory.

He leaned against the public telephone booth and looked at the sky, his vertical pupils reflecting the increasingly bright light in the sky.

He habitually tried to reach for cigarettes from his leather waistcoat, but failed again.

He took a breath of cold air and spit it out along with the turbid air and bloody air in his chest and abdomen.

"I really want to tell others about this, but who can I share it with? My wives are not easy to worry about. If they know that I am no longer a human being, I am afraid they will find a way to collect money and run away.

road."

"Now I finally have a chance to talk, Xiao Chen, you don't know how uncomfortable I am holding back!"

He took a fruit knife and stabbed it into the hole corroded by blood on the glass door again and again.

"Xiao Chen, come out!"
Chapter completed!