Monster Master: Evidence of the Way

Chapter 344: Seeing the Opportunity

Truman told Iin everything he knew, including the origin of the City of the Dead and the true identity of Sakuya Kabutani.

Regarding these, Yi Yin kept a wait-and-see attitude for the time being. He knew that what Truman said was true, but he could not guarantee that Truman had not mixed a single lie into it.

The only question was why Truman knew all this. Yi Yin didn't ask too much. Everyone has their own privacy. Maybe because Truman was transformed, he couldn't be reincarnated normally like other ghosts?

Yi Yin didn't want to speculate, he only knew that something had indeed happened in the City of the Dead.

What was the original monster thinking when it went berserk due to the impact of the meteorite fragments?

There is also Sakuya Kabutani's investigation, I wonder if there will be any developments.

Thinking of this, Yiyin began to toss and turn.

Truman left, and Baihu went to rest. Xuanwu and Fusai Mikan were still missing.

“There are so many mysteries.”

Thinking of this, Yi Yin sighed softly, "I wonder how long this will last."

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? ? Time ? ? Moment ? ?

"..."

In a sea of scarlet, Xuanwu slowly opened his eyes.

At the end of her memory, she was... struggling to climb across the trembling bridge, and then chasing the footsteps of a certain Ten Shadow King. After that, her mind suddenly seemed to be blacked out, until now.

"(I've arrived at the City of the Dead, so where is everyone now?)"

Xuanwu thought while struggling to see what was happening around him.

It would be fine if he didn't look at it, but once he did... Xuanwu's golden vertical pupils suddenly enlarged, as if he had seen a very incredible scene.

"(This is……)"

A heart that, though strained, was still beating vigorously. Xuanwu had a feeling this was something left behind by some great figure.

Xuanwu seemed to be bewitched. She stretched out her fingertips foolishly, wanting to touch the beating heart, but at this moment, a pure white feather fell down.

The feathers covered the heart, and Xuanwu suddenly woke up.

"(What the hell am I doing? Try contacting Iin.)"

Ryoma is fine, but he can't contact Iin.

"(Is the distance too far? The mind connection is actually failing...)"

Thinking of this, Xuanwu felt very uneasy.

Ever since she woke up, this uneasiness has been deeply bothering her, and now it has finally reached its limit.

This uneasiness...Xuanwu had experienced it before, when Emperor Xuanwu used water to flood the world and brought about a devastating flood.

"(A heart of the deceased. I wonder if the words of the spirit can have any effect on it.)"

Xuanwu has his own weapons to rely on, so he is not very afraid of hearts and feathers.

"Your scent is familiar, like a rotten tomato."

At this moment, Xuanwu suddenly heard a sound. Was it the sound of his heart?

"Of course. I once had a complete body, but as time passed, my magical power gradually declined. I no longer have the same strength as them, and even maintaining my own existence is a struggle."

"I can sense that something is corrupting my soul. Even if I fight hard, it's useless... Besides, the worst has already happened. I have personally caused many tragedies."

"(So, who are you?)"

Xuanwu quickly realized that he had said the wrong thing. The "person" opposite him was not Yiyin, so how could he understand what he said?

But the person on the other side can understand... Maybe He is just saying what He wants to say.

"Who am I?... Alas, the years have passed, and I can no longer remember my own name. But one thing is certain: I founded the City of the Undead, to escape that certain death. I... sensed in advance that nothing could avert destruction, but no one listened to my words. So I used my own flesh and blood to cultivate future generations, hoping to preserve the flame of civilization."

"..."

Xuanwu had previously used the Heluo Shutu to predict the future when she had some free time. But she later realized that being overly superstitious would only lead to suffering. Divination, after all, was just a tool.

Xuanwu should have disagreed with his statement, but for some reason, as he spoke, the uneasiness in her heart became stronger.

"(Meteorite fragments... I just want this. I don't care about anything else.)"

Xuanwu tried to relax as much as possible and wanted to stay away from this guy.

"You can never leave me, because this is my secret base. To prevent my power from being coveted by those with ulterior motives, I deliberately locked myself in an absolutely safe place. This place is impossible to leave from the inside. Your coming here is no coincidence. I need your body to help me escape from endless corruption. This is for me, and for the entire City of the Dead."

"..."

Xuanwu had no intention of giving up her body, especially to a "person" she had just met. Moreover, she didn't even know how much of what He said was true and how much was false.

"Can't make a decision right now? It's okay. I know you'll definitely accept it, because... if you don't do this, you won't be able to get what you want."

“(!)”

"Don't be surprised. Although I'm old, I'm not confused. The City of the Dead has existed until now, and it has become like my flesh and blood. I naturally know the twists and turns of events that have taken place there. If things continue to develop, the City of the Dead may not be destroyed, but the meteorite fragments will definitely disappear."

"(I've been tricked... Is the world of the dead also full of deceptions like this?)"

Xuanwu suddenly felt a little ironic. She had thought that after "that incident", her psychological endurance would be more or less improved... Now it seems that she still has unrealistic fantasies in her heart.

No need to think about it anymore.

Although she didn't know what exactly happened, the current situation was very clear. The strongest fighter in their group had disappeared, and Xuanwu still had many questions about the City of the Undead. She didn't dare to gamble at all.

After a long silence, the feather slid into Xuanwu's hand.

"The Feather of Death. This is the embodiment of my power, representing the untraceable 'Death'. Anyone touched by it will be caught in the embrace of 'Death'. This time, it wasn't the Feather of Death that chose others, but others who chose it."

“(‘Death’… huh… it’s really heavy.)”

On Blue Star, everyone was trying very hard to survive. However, no matter how strong their faith was, it seemed absurd and ridiculous under the iron cavalry of the nearly invincible monsters.

Humans need monsters, but at the same time, they are also afraid of monsters.