Whether you're a young master or a big monster—get the hell out of here!
This was Bai Zhou's reply.
He also gave a free middle finger.
Fang Xiaoxia relayed this truthfully to almost every pair of eyes secretly watching, leaving them dumbfounded.
Is this newcomer really that brave?
Does he completely misunderstand what the Five Elders' Council is, what the Five-Colored Eyes Family, bound by shared blood, is?
That's the most elite faction within the Blood Worship Cult! Even in the Blood Worship Cult's headquarters, teeming with villains, they're considered the most ruthless of thugs!
They run rampant!
Who dares to speak to them like that?
"You you you you—" The boy in black raised his hand in disbelief, pointing at Fang Xiaoxia in front of him. "How dare you talk to me like that?"
"You're finished, your whole family is finished, and the one behind you—no one in heaven or earth can save you, you know that!"
Hearing this, Fang Xiaoxia's eyes widened, and she waved her hands repeatedly. "No, no, no, little brother, you misunderstood. I wasn't talking to you!"
The boy in black frowned. "Then why—"
"I was talking to the person behind you." Fang Xiaoxia added seriously. "It's that big—young master."
The boy in black: "—"
"—Are you sick?"
After a while, the boy in black asked Fang Xiaoxia in confusion. "Isn't this more serious? Do you need to explain further?"
"It's still important to distinguish the target." Fang Xiaoxia said seriously.
"The worst thing for a person is to take themselves too seriously, like a dog on the street who always thinks that a passerby is going to eat them if they look at them, so they can't help but bare their teeth—"
Fang Xiaoxia waved her hand, imparting her life experience: "Living like that is very tiring."
It is precisely because she doesn't take herself seriously that even when she hears malicious words that perfectly match her own characteristics, she takes it all as if they are talking about someone else—this is the life wisdom that has allowed Fang Xiaoxia to live happily until now.
"This is the philosophy of dogs," Fang Xiaoxia said seriously. "From ancient times to the present, this philosophy of dogs has been repeatedly used by clever people."
Facing the black-clad boy, who was also an assistant, Fang Xiaoxia, who didn't have much ill will towards him, generously imparted her wisdom on life, trying to comfort the angry boy.
Although the result was that the boy became even angrier. He was so
angry that he trembled all over.
"You you you—" The black-clad boy trembled with anger, raised his finger and pointed it at Fang Xiaoxia in front of him, a bloodthirsty aura emanating from him, his fingertip hooking as if he was about to strike.
But, in the next instant.
"Buzz!"
As if a cold wind had passed through his face, the hair on the black-clad boy's body suddenly stood on end, and a sinister chill shot from his spine straight to his brain, as if he had been stared at by an incredible prehistoric beast in the distance.
"Crack—crack—crack—"
Behind the half-open stone door, deep in the room where Fang Xiaoxia's body was half-hidden, a few faint sounds came from—
the intense sound of sharpening knives.
What is he sharpening a knife for?
The boy in black broke out in a cold sweat and could barely speak. All sorts of vicious rumors about this S-class rookie wanted criminal flooded his mind. The frustration from before and the fear at this moment were both weighing heavily on his heart.
Her breathing quickened unconsciously, her legs trembled, and a complex mix of emotions erupted like fermenting wine being unleashed. Under the watchful eyes of countless prying eyes and Fang Xiaoxia's friendly gaze, the
black-clad child burst into tears, wiping away his sobs as he fled without looking back.
Only a bewildered Fang Xiaoxia remained standing there: "You wait!"
In the long, dark tunnel of the cave, only the echoing voice of the black-clad child remained: "I'm going to complain to His Highness the Eldest Young Master!"
Inside the house, Ya crossed his arms, turning his gaze from the doorway to Bai Zhou beside him, hesitating to speak: "Wouldn't that be too hurtful to him?"
Bai Zhou, who was sharpening his newly acquired knife on the whetstone, rolled his eyes and answered with a knowing smile: "He should thank me."
"If we weren't new here, we'd still need to keep a low profile for now—"
"I've already done what he wanted, going to his door to kill him."
Upon hearing this, Crow was momentarily speechless: "Is this considered—low-key?"
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Xiaoxia had already closed the stone door and returned, asking Bai Zhou with a puzzled look: "This doesn't seem like your style—aren't we being too low-key?"
Crow: "?"
Hearing this, Crow glanced sideways, his strange gaze constantly shifting between Fang Xiaoxia and Bai Zhou.
"Ask her what she thinks is not low-key?" Crow suddenly became curious about Fang Xiaoxia's answer, so he instructed Bai Zhou to ask.
Bai Zhou did as he was told.
Fang Xiaoxia described it with great enthusiasm: "Of course, it's from the Sloth Room to that young master's family, with explosions and lightning all the way, blowing their family's ancestral hall into the sky."
As soon as she stepped into the mysterious world, Bai Zhou took her on escapes on overpasses and across the sea in paper airplanes, either climbing to the top of mountains to blow up schools or shooting demons in torrential rain and torrents—
this led to a serious misjudgment of Bai Zhou's perception. She thought that the mysterious world was full of such grand scenes, and that extraordinary beings were all daring madmen like Bai Zhou.
—Of course, Bai Zhou wasn't a reckless madman; this whole thing was a misunderstanding on Fang Xiaoxia's
part. "But that so-called Young Master, he sounds really powerful—"
Fang Xiaoxia frowned again, worriedly asking Bai Zhou, "Is there any guarantee of victory? What if we can't beat him?"
"
Should we ask that Holy Son for help, or should we run now?"
Boldness and madness were Fang Xiaoxia's perception of Bai Zhou, and she was willing to go along with him in anything he wanted to do.
But cowardice and timidity were Fang Xiaoxia's true nature—in fact, these weren't flaws. She always liked to plan for the worst beforehand, so she could remain calm and composed in any situation.
"Not a bad idea."
Bai Zhou nodded. "But it's nothing serious—like you said, that Holy Son told me personally that he wanted to see rivers of blood."
"To gain a foothold in this place full of villains, words alone are useless."
"Establish authority—"
Bai Zhou's eyes slowly narrowed. "Isn't this ready-made material delivered to our doorstep?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Xiaoxia visibly let out a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Crow whispered a reminder from the side: "That so-called young master is at least a titled extraordinary being about to forge his destiny. Under certain conditions, his path might not be much weaker than that of a chosen one." "
—The key is that the Five-Colored Eyes family has always been closely connected, advancing and retreating as one. There isn't just one of them."
"Even if they don't attack you now, they will definitely attack you together during the Demon Assembly."
"At that time, you should be prepared to face them accordingly—"
"That's why I haven't rushed to act now."
Bai Zhou, who was squatting in the corner, stopped sharpening his knife, slowly stood up, and examined the red and white saber in his hand, whose sharpness seemed to flow like invisible water ripples: "Right now, I don't really have much confidence in facing these unknown challenges."
"But two days,"
Bai Zhou's words were meaningful: "is enough time for a lot of things to happen, isn't it?"
"You—" Crow's burning gaze was fixed on Bai Zhou.
"What do you plan to do?"
"
I'm very curious!"
"Buzz—"
At this moment, a lazy blood shadow emerged from behind Fang Xiaoxia.
Her expression was somewhat serious as she began to recite:
[A new destiny has been redefined.]
[Deep within the den of outlaws, a young boy and girl stand atop a million villains.]
[They overcome obstacles, reach their goal, and a magnificent future slowly unfolds around this new starting point.]
Against the backdrop of Fang Xiaoxia's rapidly flushing face, the Blood Shadow Girl's recitation, delivered in Fang Xiaoxia's voice, gradually reached its peak.
[Weary travelers, embrace each other and sleep tonight.]
[—When you wake tomorrow, even more insane challenges await!]
Deep within the Blood Worship Cult's headquarters, at the end of a long tunnel beside the Hall of Seven Sins, lies a hidden door.
Passing through this door and climbing three hundred spiraling, dark stone steps, one will see a massive building, strikingly similar in architectural style to the Hall of Seven Sins, but entirely white, hidden there.
In the center of this white building, three neatly crafted scarlet characters are imprinted:
[Medical Association].
Despite being called a "medical association," its architecture bears no resemblance to a hospital; instead, resembling the Hall of the Seven Deadly Sins, it looks like a classical church.
Entering this "church," one is struck by the rows upon rows of enormous, transparent cylinders hanging from the ceiling, like spiderwebs binding prey deep within a spider's nest.
These densely packed, transparent cylinders, upon closer inspection, are actually jars containing organ specimens preserved in formalin. Occasionally, bubbles rise slowly from within the cylinders, then silently burst.
Pale white light seeps through mysterious patterns on the ceiling, passing through these formalin-filled jars
and illuminating the stone pillars of the church hall, making the blasphemous and frenzied reliefs on the pillars appear like writhing pupae.
On the walls on both sides of the church, every ten steps, a complete human skeleton is embedded, every detail of which is densely marked with tiny characters, suggesting it was used for medical research.
If Bai Zhou were here, he would immediately notice that this "chapel" not only resembles the Hall of Seven Sins on the outside, but even the arrangement of the seats inside is similar.
However, the Hall of Seven Sins only has seven seats corresponding to the seven sins, while here there are a total of 21 seats of different styles.
Each group of three seats sits on different areas of the floor tiles, such as purple-black and orange-red; furthermore, each group has one large and two small seats, clearly corresponding to one main and two auxiliary seats.
At this moment, most of the chairs are empty, but on the black-purple floor tiles, three seats are occupied by [Paroxetine],
[Fluoxetine], and [Sertraline].
They are all wearing doctors' coats and glasses, their expressions completely different from their smiling faces when facing Bai Zhou. They are all seriously writing and drawing on the folders in their hands, as if recording something.
[Record and Analysis of the First Contact —]
Paroxetine adjusted her rimless glasses, the allure she displayed when facing Bai Zhou fading, replaced by a cold scrutiny in her eyes.
Her pen flew across the file folder, the handwriting scribbled yet meticulous:
[Faced with provocation from others, possessing both the arrogance of the Seven Deadly Sins and the indifference of Sloth itself, the assessment is satisfactory, and the fusion with the demonic cell called "Sloth" is excellent.]
Sitting to her side and slightly behind, the small-headed, skinny [Fluoxetine] muttered softly as he took notes: "Our Sloth's innate abilities are even more exaggerated than imagined, probably almost comparable to the previous Sloth."
"I think you've all noticed—" [Fluoxetine] continued, "This Sloth wasn't actually familiar with his abilities when he was first born, which is normal." "
But he quickly improved during the Slaughtering Art Club's operations, mastering the abilities of 'Sloth'."
"Later, facing the siege of the officially titled Extraordinary Ones, he showed incredible and obvious growth!
It was as if under immense pressure, his demon cells evolved wildly, and he grew from a newborn infant into a robust teenager!" [
Fluoxetine] shrank back. "If I felt that this 'Sloth' posed no threat to me at first glance, now he could probably cut my head off in three strikes!"
"--But this is only one night. Even with the fusion of demon cells, it's still astonishing. What amazing growth!"
Hearing this, the big-headed dwarf sitting next to [Fluoxetine], [Sertraline], nodded in agreement.
He used a single word to describe this newly appointed "lazy" individual: "A genius of effort!" "
The greater the pressure, the faster he grows, the more it helps him digest and fuse demon cells—even leading to moments of enlightenment in life-or-death situations."
[Shetrlin] shook his large head, pursing his lips: "In the various legends of the Chosen Ones, one occasionally hears of such figures—it's truly enviable!"
Deep
within the darkness, surrounded by 21 seats, where a Blood Moon Altar should have been, stood a throne in deathly silence.
His Highness the Holy Son of the Blood Cult sat upon this "Needle Throne," which resembled a stack of countless syringes. The needles of these oversized syringes, like discarded medical artifacts, gleamed coldly in the dim light, pointing outwards in all directions, like a blooming metallic flower.
"So, the conclusion?"
The Holy Son leaned back in the "Throne of Needles," his thin, bandaged body vaguely visible beneath his open black robe. The black hood still concealed most of his face, and the brain writhing on his head like an octopus.
He didn't open his eyes, seemingly dozing, but asked slowly, "What conclusions do you have about our new Sloth?"
"The conclusion is that the greater the pressure, the more conducive it is to the growth of 'Sloth.'"
Paroxetine spoke softly, "For example, the challenge from the Five-Colored Eyes family, and the convening of the Demon Assembly, could both promote significant progress in our 'Sloth'!"
"However, correspondingly—" Fluoxetine spoke in a deep voice, taking over the topic:
"unpredictable.
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He is more adapted to demon cells than we imagined, more talented, but also more troublesome, difficult to predict his future development, difficult to analyze his growth trajectory, and therefore difficult to control—that's
why I need you. " "The Holy Son opened his crimson eyes atop the Needle Throne.
'The monitoring of patients by you doctors is necessary; every one of the Seven Deadly Sins requires this, and the Medical Society was established for this purpose.'
'You are his subordinates, and more importantly, their attending physicians—never forget this!'
He looked at the three people seated not far away, his crimson eyes carrying a profound meaning: 'No matter how ferocious a patient grows, facing demonic cells—you doctors have a way, don't you?'
He paused briefly, then continued: 'Why would a father worry about his child being too strong? I only feel joy at this moment.'
'This kind of 'sloth' today is the 'sloth' I need, the first of the Seven Deadly Sins I need!'" "
Speaking of which, he countered, "Otherwise, how could the Seven Deadly Sins, who are too mediocre, be worthy of being my subordinates?"
"What will they rely on to compete with those chosen ones on the world stage in the future? When will my blueprint be realized?
" " Upon hearing
this
, the Venerable's gaze turned with devout fervor, and they bowed their heads in unison: "The Holy Son is wise! Broad-minded!"
"————However, Your Highness, there is a question that may be worth considering?"
At this moment, [Parositine] hesitated, then added with some concern, "Pressure can promote growth, but it may also directly crush 'Sloth'."
"The Five-Colored Eyes family has always been arrogant and powerful. If they were to attack 'Sloth' at the Demon Assembly, I fear..." As she spoke, she cautiously glanced at the Holy Son, whose expression remained calm, not far away.
On the throne, the Holy Son of the Blood Worship Cult shook his head: "Obviously, this is no test from the Five Elders. I shouldn't interfere any further."
"Things have come to this—"
"Just like when the Ugly faced the Official Extraordinary Ones, I, the Buddha, can hope that Sloth can bring me another surprise, and shut those five old bastards up!"
As he spoke, the Holy Son slowly raised his eyes: "After all, just as you said, the exceptionally talented leader of the Seven Sins will undergo unpredictable growth and assimilation under pressure."
"I should say I've struck gold. I heard that the former Sloth was such a person."
"In the history of the Blood Worship Cult, such a successor of the Seven Sins is usually called—"
"
A born demon!"
As he spoke, he turned his head slightly, his gaze passing over the Supreme Being, as if piercing through endless darkness, looking towards a distant direction, or perhaps towards the future.
"I've done enough. Things have come to this; now it's up to him to perform."
"Faced with the pressure from the Five-Colored Eyes family and the formidable challenge of the Demon Assembly, this innate demon seed—a seed I've repeatedly been satisfied with—"
"Can Xuan, once again, deliver a result that satisfies me—"
With a hint of worry and a touch of expectation, he lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "We, the Buddha, can wait and see!
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