Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 731 - 87 What Would Tang Xian Do

731: Chapter 87: What Would Tang Xian Do?

731 -87: What Would Tang Xian Do?

Holy Mountain

Day Three.

The mysterious death had yet to be discovered, as its usual haunts were few and no ancient apes or other creatures disturbed those places.

Disposing of a body on Holy Mountain was easy, given its position high in the sky.

Tang Xian’s method was to wait until the dead of night, when all was quiet, to dispose of the body.

Actually, there were witnesses to this process.

But they weren’t important, one could simply throw them down with the body.

The judge hadn’t applied the power of cause and effect to these people, so they would not appear in this area again.

After dealing with the bodies, the day had only just begun.

The death of the deity did not yield any abilities, so Tang Xian had no choice but to seek out the Xuan Bird.

Of course, before that, he first took a winter swim beneath the great waterfall where the Endless Turtle resided.

The Endless Turtle was beside itself with rage.

Even without the disgusting smell of stomach acids and rotting flesh, the Endless Turtle could easily sense the death of the deity.

Its brain had long been in chaos; it knew what would soon happen in this small place on Holy Mountain, even if it didn’t want to.

The Endless Turtle was furiously silent.

As its great turtle eyes glared, Tang Xian began to speak with fragrant breath:

“It’s too foul, do you know how dirty its stomach is?”

“It actually could stomach that rotting flesh.”

“But don’t be scared, if you talk too much, you won’t become rotting flesh; you’ll be cooked in a pot of hot soup, with various spices and seasonings making you deliciously fragrant.”

The Endless Turtle didn’t dare say another word.

After cleaning himself, Tang Xian didn’t give any further instructions and went straight to where the Xuan Bird resided.

The man and bird talked at length.

In fact, they didn’t come to any conclusion.

Although the Xuan Bird wanted to keep Tang Xian safe to find out the whereabouts of the feathers,

the demands Tang Xian made were very difficult to fulfill—he wanted the Xuan Bird to take him away immediately.

Though the actions of the Xuan Bird, in a sense, were already in defiance of the judge’s intentions back at the Sin Snatching Territory, it was ultimately loyal to the Court of the Beasts.

Tang Xian was never able to persuade the Xuan Bird, but he wasn’t in a hurry.

After leaving that Phoenix Tree, Tang Xian acted as if the Xuan Bird had been all too cooperative.

Humming a tune, his eyes and eyebrows carried an air of satisfaction, as if all subsequent difficulties had been flattened.

Quite a few ancient apes witnessed this scene.

Tang Xian had decided to make another visit later on, and he would need to bring something the Xuan Bird liked.

After everything was taken care of, Tang Xian returned to the Holy Mountain’s library, still memorizing various knowledge.

This was the third day.

For Tang Xian, although the situation was somewhat tricky, there was always a solution.

For Pyramid, this was the day the search volume for “God’s Country” began to spike.

On this day, Baichuan City also received information provided by Song Que and others, with tens of thousands of people working fervently to arrange and clean up Baichuan City, and all technicians were laying out the electrical circuits.

At the same time, the levels of Baichuan City’s Underground Shelter were being expanded.

Food, clothing, living supplies, and so on were all being prepared.

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God’s Throne, Day Three.

Constantine was particularly anxious because he had almost no discoveries that day.

All places in God’s Throne, including the hidden room, contained no clues whatsoever.

“The time I spend in God’s Country is extending; if this continues, I will have to stay in God’s Country forever.”

Constantine looked at the layout map of God’s Throne on the computer and muttered to himself.

“I can feel it, that presence is definitely in this fortress; why can’t I find it? freёweɓnovel.com

Or am I the vessel?”

“No…

there must be secrets in God’s Throne Fortress unknown to me, surely another place is hidden.”

Even though the vanished room would only appear in July, Constantine could still feel that the size of God’s Throne Fortress was off.

Most critically—if this were also a pyramid, in which layer would he be situated?

There were several layers beneath, with each level having disparate responsibilities.

Constantine virtually commanded the overall situation, and from the Watcher’s House, he could see any place in this world.

But was the layer he was in really the highest?

He looked up at the ceiling.

Suddenly, he realized he had never considered this question.

Because he could command the global situation, manipulate this world and God’s Throne Fortress at a macro-level, and because he had seen some truths in that vanished room,

plus, having gone to God’s Country and seen God,

all of this made it difficult for Constantine to imagine that perhaps he was just a puppet, and perhaps above this ceiling in God’s Throne Fortress lay even higher levels.

Perhaps it was because death was drawing near that Constantine could already see the vague outline of the Grim Reaper.

The fear between life and death clarified some things for him.

“If the gap between machinery and life cannot be bridged, then why would it grant me full access rights?”

“There must be another layer of doors.”

Once he had the correct train of thought, solving the puzzle was no longer difficult.

Constantine started to go through the entire currently charted structure of God’s Throne Fortress, determined to find the answer in the last few days.

But his time was actually much shorter than he imagined.

Before nightfall, before the anticipated time of being “taken over,” Constantine lost consciousness.