Chapter 1381
Sukuna Oni was terrified by the resentment on Choi Myung's body.
The burly man was so frightened that he jumped three feet high on the spot, his crotch became wet, and when he landed, he fell face-first into the dirt, his mouth full of mud.
"Waaaaahh ...
He lay on the ground, his hands covering his head, his voice muffled by the earth, tinged with sobs.
The tall, thin man and the short, fat man immediately lay down, prostrating themselves on the ground, their bodies trembling like leaves.
"Spare us! We were wrong! We'll never do it again!"
As the three were howling, several blinding searchlights suddenly lit up in the woods.
"Don't move! Hands behind your head!"
Soldiers from the Earth Defense Force and members of the Victory Team poured out from all directions, their dark gun barrels all pointed at them.
Before the burly man could even raise his head, two soldiers pounced on him, pinned him to the ground, slammed their knees into his back, and slammed his face into the pavement.
"Ouch! My arm! It's going to break!"
The tall, thin man tried to turn and run away, but he tripped over his own trouser leg and fell to the ground, the arrow in his buttocks piercing even deeper.
"Ahhhhhh!!! My butt! Help!!!"
His screams were so shrill they distorted, leaving a long trailing sound in the night sky.
The short, fat man's legs buckled, and he knelt down, raising his hands higher than his head.
"Don't shoot! I surrender! I'll expose the boss! He forced me to do this!"
The burly man lay on the ground, struggling to turn his head, and glared at the short, fat man, cursing.
"You fucking traitor!"
An officer strode forward, snatched the ancient sword from the burly man's arms, and quickly stuffed it into a specially made metal box, locking it with a click.
"take away."
He waved his hand dismissively, his tone as indifferent as if he were dealing with three bags of moldy garbage.
The three thieves, with their hands cuffed behind their backs, were dragged onto an armored vehicle like three dead dogs.
The burly man's face was pressed against the cold car window, his face streaked with tears and snot, and he was muttering to himself.
"No, that's impossible. We definitely succeeded."
The Victory team member next to him patted him on the head, his tone filled with undisguised schadenfreude.
"Don't even think about it. From the moment you stepped into Mount Suna, Captain Cui has been waiting for you to draw your sword."
The tall, thin man huddled in a corner of the carriage, the arrow in his buttocks bobbing up and down with the vehicle's swaying, causing him to gasp in pain.
"My butt! I'm going to sue you for abuse! I'm going to hire a lawyer!"
A soldier glared at him impatiently.
"If you call me again, I'll throw you back into that cesspool."
The short, fat man immediately covered his mouth, nodded with teary eyes, and dared not utter another sound.
Sukuna-ki knew nothing about this.
It was immersed in the ecstasy of resurrection, drawing upon the yin energy from all directions, its remnant soul gathering ever more solidly in the darkness.
For it, the knife is gone, the seal is broken, and freedom is within reach.
It just needs to gather a little more strength.
Just a little bit more.
It can then completely break this decaying seal and return to the world.
The demon roared silently in the darkness, waiting for the moment it would emerge from its cocoon.
But it didn't know that the knife was being transported to the safest place at that moment.
What it perceived as success was nothing more than a meticulously designed trap.
Cui Ming went straight into the mountains.
Sukuna-ki hadn't reacted yet.
It was basking in the exhilaration of accumulating power when it suddenly sensed footsteps entering its territory. The footsteps were steady, neither fast nor slow, as if they were taking a stroll.
Sukuna-giri was overjoyed.
It noticed someone had arrived and thought it could take them in as its underlings.
The first living person to voluntarily come to our door in hundreds of years is perfect for replenishing our yin energy, or for serving as a puppet to run errands.
Then it revealed a head with a gloomy smile.
A gigantic demon mask slowly emerged from the shadows of the rocks, its fangs bared, its eyes burning with eerie green flames, and its mouth stretched to its ears, revealing a self-perceived ferocious and terrifying smile.
A sudden gust of cold wind arose, rustling the leaves of the surrounding trees and causing the temperature to plummet.
"Mortal, you've come at the perfect time."
Sukuna-ki's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the ground, with a harsh, metallic echo, and every word was filled with a chilling coldness.
It looked down at the "passerby" from its high perch, ready to enjoy the sight of the other person collapsing to the ground in terror.
"Kneel down. Submit to me and I may grant you what you desire."
Its words came to an abrupt end.
Because the "passerby" raised its head and calmly met its ghostly eyes.
Sukuna-ki's smile froze on his face.
It subconsciously took a closer look at Cui Ming, and what it saw almost scared it to death!
Holy crap! What is this thing?!
In Sukuna-giri's demonic eyes, Choi Myung's figure had completely changed.
That was not an ordinary human being at all, but a terrifying aggregate compressed to the extreme.
The wails of countless vengeful spirits swirled around him, like black chains shrieking silently.
The murderous aura was so dense that it almost solidified, turning into a blood-red mist that enveloped him, filled with the torn afterimages of monsters and the shattered limbs of demons.
Resentment is even more terrifying than me?!
Sukuna-ki's heart clenched suddenly.
It has roamed the world for hundreds of years, devouring countless lives, and its accumulated resentment is enough to turn a city into a dead land.
But the resentment and murderous intent emanating from this "person" were ten or even a hundred times deeper than that of the real evil spirit!
What is this thing?!
Sukuna-ki's will-o'-the-wisp eyes trembled violently, the eerie green light flickering like a candle in the wind.
Its head involuntarily shrank back, its fangs trembled, and it made a soft gurgling sound.
It sensed a fear originating from instinct spreading wildly, the kind of trembling that prey feels when facing its natural enemy.
Sukuna no longer regarded Cui Ming as a human being.
In its eyes, Cui Ming was more like a ghost than a ghost, more like a demon than a demon, and more like a malevolent star that had crawled out of the deepest part of hell than itself, a ghost named Su Na.
"You...you."
Sukuna-ki's voice changed tone, from its previous sinister and majestic sound to a sharp, trembling tone, like a rooster being choked.
Cui Ming simply looked at it calmly, without fear, surprise, or even the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, as if he were looking at a roadside stone.
"What? Weren't you going to take me on as your underling?"
Cui Ming spoke, his tone as calm as if he were asking what to eat today.
Sukuna Oni's face twisted violently, its gloomy smile long since shattered into dust, replaced by an expression of utter horror.
Although it is a ghost itself.
"What exactly are you?!"
Sukuna finally howled, her voice filled with collapse and terror, even the surrounding yin energy was shaken and scattered.
Cui Ming took a step forward.
The head of Sukuna-ki shrunk back into the depths of the rocks with a whoosh, leaving only a scream that was choked with sobs echoing through the valley.
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" (End of Chapter)