Chapter 1380
Sukuna Oni: I'm going to be resurrected!
As the storm of bullets came, the burly man clutched his back and jumped up, like a monkey with its tail on fire, leaping and bounding through the hail of bullets. Several holes had been torn in the back of his pants, revealing his cartoon-patterned underwear underneath.
He ran and shouted, his voice both shrill and comical, sometimes high-pitched like a soprano, sometimes low like a broken bellows, perfectly replicating the sound effects of Talking Tom being chased by a shotgun.
The tall, thin man finally managed to tear a hole in the sticky net, and just as he poked half his head out, a volley of automatic crossbow bolts shot out from behind the tree trunk, whistling and swooshing into the ground around him.
One of them grazed his crotch precisely and embedded itself in the mud between his thighs, the fletching still humming.
"Waaaaaahh ...
The tall, thin man's scream shattered, and he clutched his groin tightly with both hands, jumping three feet high on the spot, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"My manhood! My manhood!!"
The short, fat man had just recovered from the numbness of the electric shock and sat up groggily when he was sprayed in the face with a light green hypnotic gas.
He sneezed loudly, then his eyes became unfocused, and he started grinning foolishly at a tree next to him, muttering to himself.
"Your Majesty, this tree is so beautiful, hehehe."
He staggered to his feet, like a drunken penguin, crashed headfirst into a tree trunk, then squatted down, clutching his forehead and whimpering.
Inside the bunker, Angie held a teacup, watching the horrific scene of the three people on the screen, and couldn't help but smile.
"Isn't this trap a bit too ruthless?"
"ruthless?"
Cui Ming pressed another button expressionlessly, and the gun emplacement halfway up the mountain immediately changed angle and fired another round of fire.
"They dared to covet that knife, they will pay the price."
His tone was as calm as if he were chopping vegetables, his fingers dancing across the control panel, each tap accompanied by a new scream from outside.
The burly man tumbled and crawled through a hail of bullets, his body covered in mud, blood, leaves, and some kind of unidentified bird droppings, making him unrecognizable.
He howled and crawled forward, foaming at the mouth.
"I quit! I want to go home! I want to go home and farm!!"
A tall, thin man followed behind him, his pants tattered, with two crossbow bolts stuck in his buttocks. He grimaced in pain with every step he took, his cries sounding like a cat whose tail had been caught in a door.
"Boss, wait for me. My legs are weak."
The short, fat man was still reeling from the effects of the hypnotic gas. He chased a butterfly for a couple of steps before plunging headfirst into a deep pit disguised as a pile of fallen leaves, leaving only his hands sticking out as he groaned in pain.
"Help! Help! It stinks in here, like a cesspool!"
However, just as Cui Ming was preparing to launch the next round of even more intense firepower, his brow suddenly furrowed.
His finger hovered over the button, but he didn't press it.
Angie noticed his unusual behavior and turned her head away.
"what happened?"
Something's not right.
Cui Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on a scene in the corner of the screen.
The three thieves, who were clearly half-dead and disoriented, inexplicably bypassed the last three lines of defense and stumbled into the threshold of the dilapidated temple.
Their movements seemed to be guided by something; their steps were unsteady, their eyes unfocused, yet they precisely avoided the most deadly row of pressure mines at the temple entrance.
"Someone is helping them."
Cui Ming's voice trailed off, like a stone falling into a deep well.
Anqi paused for a moment, then followed his gaze.
On the screen, the burly man was panting on the stone steps at the temple entrance, foaming at the mouth, but his hand seemed to be controlled by invisible threads, slowly reaching for the ancient knife stuck in the stone box.
"Could it be...?" "Sukuna-no-Oni."
Cui Ming nodded, his face showing no surprise, as if he had expected this to happen.
"That thing has been sealed for hundreds of years, waiting for an opportunity. These three idiots just happened to become its key."
His tone was eerily calm, and he withdrew his fingers from the control panel without pressing any more buttons.
"Let it take it."
Angie's eyes widened.
"what?"
"Once that sword is removed from its seal, Sukuna will awaken."
A faint smile appeared on Cui Ming's lips, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"I'd also like to meet this legendary Iida Ryu and see how he deals with this kind of thing."
At the temple gate, the burly man finally gripped the hilt of the knife.
His face contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and terror, and he was making Tom Cat-like humming noises.
Then, gritting his teeth, he pulled hard—
Sukuna-ki sensed the sword's departure deep within the rocks.
The ancient sword that had suppressed it for hundreds of years finally left the stone box.
The oppressive seal receded like a tide, and the suffocating sense of confinement was crumbling.
Sukuna-ki let out a silent, maniacal laugh.
Those idiots finally succeeded!
It immediately cut off all perception of the outside world and plunged its will into darkness.
Now, it must continue its efforts to completely break through the seal.
Every bit of yin energy was converging on it, the remnant soul was re-coalesced, and the nailed heart slowly beat, emitting a dull drumbeat.
Sukuna-ki paid no attention to what was happening outside.
For it, once the knife is out of the seal, it's just a matter of time.
It will break through this final constraint with all its might, and then make the world pay the price.
Meanwhile, at the foot of the mountain.
The three thieves stumbled down, their bodies covered in sores that not a single patch of skin was unharmed.
The burly man's face was covered in blood, his hair was charred and curly from being electrocuted, and his pants had several holes in the back, revealing his cartoon-patterned underwear. He grimaced in pain with every step he took.
"Ouch! My butt!"
His voice was both shrill and comical, like a cat whose tail was caught in a door, rising and falling, perfectly replicating the sound effects of Tom being chased by a shotgun.
The tall, thin man followed behind, with two crossbow bolts stuck in his buttocks, swaying as he ran, his face covered in tears and snot.
"Boss, wait for me! My legs are weak. I'm going to die!"
His screams were so loud they cracked and distorted, and he clutched his back tightly with both hands, jumping around like a monkey whose tail had been burned.
The short, fat man had just crawled out of the cesspool, reeking of foul odor, with unidentified objects still clinging to his hair, and he was running and crying.
"I want to take a shower. I want to go home. I'll never steal again."
Cui Ming stood in front of the monitor screen, expressionless as he watched the miserable state of the three men, and lightly tapped his finger on the control panel.
The automatic gun emplacement halfway up the mountain rotated its barrel one last time, sweeping a burst of bullets towards the ground at the three men's feet, kicking up a cloud of gravel and dust. (End of Chapter)