Chapter 1379
Sukuna Oni: Something's not right!
Sukuna-ki, a terrifying monster defeated and sealed away by Ida Iryu.
That knife is still stuck in a dilapidated temple deep in the mountains of Suona, suppressing the immortal heart in the stone box.
The blade gleamed with the cold light of years, like a beast in a slumber; even getting close to it felt like being pricked by needles.
Originally, it could have been suppressed by Jing Tianjinglong's sword.
The remnant soul of Sukuna was sealed under the blade, unable to move. Even the yin energy in the mountain wind was suppressed, unable to cause any disturbance.
Unfortunately, three thieves wanted to steal the sword.
The three men had overheard a drunkard boasting in a nearby tavern that there were ancient treasures in the dilapidated temple, worth a fortune.
but
They had only heard that there was a very powerful person in a temple here, and they thought there might be treasure there.
The three huddled together, their eyes shining, already planning which black market dealer to sell the item to, without even considering what the "treasure" actually was.
But
They didn't realize that coming here would bring them bad luck.
After hearing about the deeds of Jing Tianjinglong, Cui Ming set up a bunch of traps on the Sukuna Mountain side!
In a secluded bunker halfway up the mountain, Cui Ming was watching the three furtive figures through a monitor screen.
The screen was divided into more than a dozen images, clearly illuminating every corner from the foot of the mountain to the temple entrance.
Angie squatted down next to him, holding a cup of hot tea in her hands, her eyes wide open.
"You're going way too far! You've even brought out an automatic turret?"
"To deal with thieves, you have to teach them a lesson they won't forget."
Cui Ming adjusted the angle of a camera with a blank expression, tapping his fingers a few times on the control panel.
"The seal on Sukuna-ki cannot be broken. If that sword is pulled out, the entire village at the foot of the mountain will perish."
Angie smacked her lips and her gaze fell on another scene.
There, a sticky trap was visible beneath the steps at the temple entrance; the viscous, transparent liquid reflected a faint glow in the darkness.
Those three unlucky guys still don't know.
"They'll find out soon enough."
Cui Ming's voice was as calm as if he were stating the weather, his finger lightly resting next to a red button.
That button connects to a group of automatic turrets halfway up the mountain.
The three thieves haven't started stealing anything yet.
They were crouching behind the bushes at the foot of the mountain, peering up cautiously.
The leader was a burly man with a face full of scars, holding a short-handled hunting knife in his hand, the cloth wrapped around the handle of which had turned black.
He lowered his voice and winked at his two accomplices beside him.
"Be smart, everyone. I heard there's a treasure in that temple, left behind by a great swordsman from ancient times. If we sell it, we'll be rich."
The tall, thin man on the left swallowed hard and shrank back.
"Boss, are you sure this is the way? This mountain looks eerie, even the wind feels cold."
"What's there to be afraid of? Money makes the world go round. Once we get that thing, we'll run away together."
The burly man waved his hand impatiently, his fat twitching.
The short, fat man on the right didn't say anything, but just stared intently at the path leading up the mountain, his face pale.
"Why do I feel like there's something reflecting light in the grass over there?"
The burly man followed his gaze but saw only a jumble of rocks and weeds; he found nothing. "You're seeing things, aren't you? Let's go!"
Unbeknownst to them, three sensor-activated stun grenades were buried in that seemingly peaceful patch of grass.
Hidden behind the tree trunk was the firing slot of an automatic crossbow, with camouflage-painted arrows already nocked.
In the open area halfway up the mountain, countless automatic gun emplacements protruded their dark barrels from metal shells disguised as rocks, their infrared sensors flashing faint red in the shadows like a group of eyes waiting for their prey.
Cui Ming personally arranged all of this.
He buried pressure-triggered mines on the forest path, strung high-voltage electric fences between the branches, stuffed adhesive traps under the steps at the temple entrance, and even hung hypnotic gas nozzles on the eaves.
The deadly and the non-dead were mixed together, like an intricately woven net, stretching from the foot of the mountain all the way to the temple gate.
If these three mice dare to take another step forward, what awaits them is not some treasure, but a welcoming ceremony borrowed from hell.
The three thieves began their operation.
The burly man stepped onto the seemingly ordinary dirt road, the fallen leaves beneath his feet making a slight crunching sound.
The next second, a blinding white light exploded on the ground, and the roar of the stun grenade shook the entire forest.
"Awooo—!!!"
The burly man was struck in the chest as if by an invisible hand, and he flew backward, drawing a clumsy arc in the air before crashing heavily into the bushes three meters away, his limbs outstretched and a puff of black smoke billowing from his mouth.
His hunting knife spun into the air and landed precisely between his legs, the handle still humming and vibrating.
"Boss!!!"
The tall, thin man and the short, fat man screamed at the same time, their voices as shrill as a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on.
Just as the tall, thin man was about to rush over to save the person, he tripped and kicked a nearly transparent thin thread, breaking it in two.
A soft click came from the tree canopy overhead, and a net coated with strong adhesive descended from the sky, completely covering him.
"Help! What is this thing?!"
The tall, thin man struggled frantically in the net, which tightened with each effort. The adhesive smeared his clothes and hair together, and a few leaves were stuck to his face, making him look like a moth caught in a spider web.
His hands and feet were bound at various strange angles by the net rope, and he let out a series of incomprehensible screams, the tone of which fluctuated, just like when Tom the cat was hit by an iron.
The short, fat man was so frightened that he turned to run away, but ended up bumping his head into the high-voltage power grid that was hanging in mid-air.
With a loud crack, his hair instantly exploded into a black dandelion, his face was charred black, only his two eyes were still blinking, and he exhaled a wisp of white smoke.
There's an ambush.
He stammered out three words, then collapsed straight down like a piece of wood that had been roasted.
The burly man had just crawled out of the bushes, with a few thorny branches still hanging from his head, when he suddenly heard a burst of intense mechanical turning sounds.
Halfway up the mountain, the automatic gun emplacements disguised as rocks suddenly opened their outer shells, revealing their dark gun barrels pointed at their location.
"Wait. What's that?"
The burly man's pupils suddenly contracted, and the fat on his face began to twitch uncontrollably.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—! ! !
Bullets rained down like a storm, sending dust and gravel flying everywhere.
The burly man scrambled to hide behind a rock, only to discover that the rock had already been marked by Cui Ming as a "priority firing zone," and bullets were relentlessly chasing him, chipping sparks from the rock's surface.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! My butt!!" (End of Chapter)