PFC Chapter 787: Slaying the Three Corpses
Chapter 787: Slaying the Three Corpses
Chen Futu walked out of the flower room dejectedly, and drank himself into a stupor that night, a far cry from the gentle breeze and fine rain of yesteryear.
The next day at noon, he had just woken up when he heard people chatting on the street.
"I heard there was a big commotion yesterday. That Lady Shi was quite stubborn. She was hung up and whipped before she finally behaved."
"Of course, I heard that the young masters had a great time, playing all night long, and they were half dead."
"Tsk tsk tsk, how glorious Madam Shi was back then, who would have thought she would end up like this now."
"Hehe, a jade arm can be used as a pillow by a thousand men, and a red lip can be tasted by ten thousand guests. I also want to go and support her."
"Pshaw, do you have money? Those are all big, gleaming gold ingots."
Chen Futu lay on the bed with lifeless eyes, passively listening to the vulgar words from the streets. He couldn't imagine how much torment Shi Xiaoya had endured; she must have longed for someone to save her.
Unfortunately, her friend was a good-for-nothing, a good-for-nothing who couldn't do anything right.
"Am I really a cowardly person who would stand by and watch someone die?"
Chen Futu stared blankly at the rooftop.
A scene of workplace bullying flashed before my eyes. The scene was so realistic. The people in it were being scolded by their boss like dogs and dared not talk back. This scene felt like it happened just yesterday. When did I experience it?
The scene then flashes, showing the young man who lost his job being dumped, and the girl resolutely getting into someone else's car and leaving without hesitation.
Who is she?
Perhaps Chen Futu was not completely sober yet, and the scene before his eyes was flashing before his eyes.
And those skyscrapers shouldn't belong to this world, so why does it feel like I've experienced them before?
Chen Futu lay in the shop like a corpse for a whole day before opening for business the next day.
A familiar shopkeeper joked, "Old Chen, I thought you were heartbroken because you couldn't redeem Shi Niangzi. Don't be so sad. There are plenty of good women in the world. You won't have trouble finding a wife."
Chen Futu ignored the gossip and listlessly looked at the familiar streets and alleys until a crazy figure came into view.
Chen Futu stared at the woman who was holding the child and acting crazy, his pupils suddenly contracting. "Xiao...Xiao Yu?"
The woman looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a dark swaddled baby. She bit her finger to feed the child her blood. Her whole body was disheveled and dirty, like a refugee fleeing famine. If Chen Futu hadn't stopped to check on the child in his arms, he wouldn't have recognized her.
"Light rain!"
Chen Futu hurried out and called out. The woman instinctively turned her head to look at him, and the moment their eyes met, she was so frightened that she turned and ran away.
"Xiaoyu, stop right there!"
Chen Futu tried to keep up with her, but she ran too fast, and she had a background in martial arts. In a few moments, she disappeared without a trace.
"how so!"
Chen Futu stood on the street, completely bewildered.
What exactly happened to Xiaoyu? Didn't she go to the academy? And what about that child?
Overwhelmed with regret and guilt, Chen Futu was at a loss until he heard shopkeepers nearby talking about it.
Chen Futu hurriedly stepped forward to inquire about the situation, and the latter said, "I just heard about it too. Xiaoyu was taken to the Cao family's manor outside the city a long time ago. Recently, the First Madam found out and kicked her out. It seems that the child is her and Master Cao's child."
"What did you say……"
Chen Futu was stunned.
"Right? I find it unbelievable. Master Cao is a heartless scoundrel. He had his eye on that child a long time ago and kept her trapped in the manor. If it weren't for the First Madam's discovery, who would know about this? Poor thing, she has nothing now, she's insane, and she's carrying a little bastard child. How is she going to live?"
Chen Futu could no longer hear what the other person said next.
He experienced severe tinnitus, and the anger he had accumulated over the years finally erupted at that moment.
His bones and every inch of flesh were burning fiercely, and black, high-temperature gas spewed out from his pores. His sharp whistle echoed throughout the street, startling the people on the street who gathered around.
Chen Futu was bent over, panting heavily. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with various lights, including gray and green, blood, and a dark, murderous aura.
Ding!
[Congratulations, host, on comprehending another path to godhood, severing the three corpses to prove your Dao]
[Congratulations, host, on condensing a benevolent corpse.]
As the system voice in his mind fell, the avatar in Huazhou suddenly changed his aura and stepped into the level of the Supreme Emperor in an instant. He was even surrounded by the aura of a Martial God, which was so noble and holy.
This scene left everyone in the Huazhou Enlightenment Arena speechless with astonishment. "The Holy Emperor has become a god!"
At this very moment, in the small city, Chen Futu's aura was still spewing outwards. The thick, unyielding black, high-temperature aura was frantically gathering in the sky. The extreme evil and terror of the aura covered the entire city, even obscuring the heavens. Subsequently, the entire Eastern Region was affected. The originally cloudless sky turned dark and gloomy, and divine lightning twisted in the clouds, as if it had angered the heavens. A tribulation of lightning was gathering, intending to destroy anything that should not exist in this world.
The overwhelming demonic power and sinister killing intent made the emperors of the Eastern Region feel a chill run down their spines.
"In the end what happened?"
"Is a peerless demon about to be born? Such killing intent is awe-inspiring!"
"It's the aura of the Supreme Emperor and the God of War! Where are they? Why can't we reach them? A divine domain is blocking our senses!"
The emperors were filled with anxiety, and one by one they broke through their barriers to find out the truth.
Looking at the streets of Shijing again, the high-temperature gas spewed from Chen Futu's body coalesced into a human shape, or rather, it was not a human, but an abstract figure. The moment he appeared, lightning struck down, frightening the people into fleeing in panic. In the blink of an eye, there was no one left in the street.
Click!
The divine lightning struck the dark figure, whose newly formed body twitched a few times before returning to normal. He then raised his middle finger to the sky and said, "Come on, kill me."
Boom! Boom!
One bolt of lightning after another descended, and the twisted purple divine lightning was sensed by the Great Emperors, who couldn't help but scream in alarm, "It's the Heavenly Oath of Slaughter!"
Such divine punishment only exists in ancient history. Those who receive such treatment are either born from an extremely wicked clan or are born as demons envied by the heavens. This is clearly the first case, where a great demon has angered the will of heaven and earth, so the heavens have sent down a calamity to kill the demon.
Chen Futu ignored all that; he was nearly exhausted, and the system's voice rang in his mind once more.
Ding!
[Congratulations, host, you have slain the evil corpse.]
[The host is only one step away from the realm of Martial God. Please sever your self-corpse as soon as possible.]
Chen Futu did not answer. He ignored the evil corpse that was still defying the heavens, returned to the shop to get a sword, and then strode towards Liu's Restaurant with the sword in his hand.
To be precise, it's now the Cao family's restaurant.
This time, Wangcai followed in its owner's footsteps.
Many people are destined to die today.