The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1212 - 754: Golden Needle Wax Corpse and Kempes’ Head (Part 2)

Chapter 1212: Chapter 754: Golden Needle Wax Corpse and Kempes’ Head (Part 2)

"This time, we should not draw too much attention."

Lin Zhengzong shook his head.

He thought for a moment, then took out a vintage-looking key from his pocket. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Seeing this, Ying Hu’s already big eyes widened even more.

Lin Zhengzong walked to the southern wall and inserted the key into a hidden keyhole.

Turning the key, the wall automatically opened, revealing a wax figure in front of them.

Upon closer inspection, it was not a wax figure, but a corpse preserved in wax.

The corpse was of an old man with completely white hair and beard, yet his muscles were extraordinarily strong. His hands were clean and white, but his body was covered with various scars.

"Greetings, Ancestor Master."

"Greetings, Grand Ancestor Master."

Lin Zhengzong and Ying Hu knelt together, bowing three times to the wax corpse.

"Ancestor Master above, disciple Lin Zhengzong seeks to enhance our sect and uphold martial arts, and is forced to borrow the Elixir Field Golden Needle, hoping Ancestor Master grants this request."

Lin Zhengzong said.

Each sect has its own trump card, and Zhengzong Tui Na Hall’s trump card is the corpse, or rather, the golden body of the first Lin Zhengzong.

This golden body is preserved with the secret technique of wax seal, remaining uncorrupted for a thousand years, its cultivation intact, and can be awakened to kill enemies when necessary.

However, without a crisis of life and death, Lin Zhengzong would definitely not commit such a rebellious act.

He patiently waited and saw three Golden Needles being slowly forced out from the golden body’s brow, sternum, and abdomen, before falling onto the silk cushion.

These three Golden Needles correspond to the upper, middle, and lower Elixir Field. As long as he inserts them into his own three Elixir Fields, Lin Zhengzong can temporarily obtain the cultivation of the first Lin Zhengzong.

"Thank you, Ancestor Master."

"Thank you, Grand Ancestor Master."

Lin Zhengzong picked up the three Golden Needles and kowtowed three times with Ying Hu, then closed the secret door.

"Master, let me do it."

Ying Hu said after Lin Zhengzong got up.

Borrowing the Golden Needles would greatly drain vitality and blood; given Lin Zhengzong’s age, it might lead to serious illness afterward.

"Once you become Sect Leader, we’ll discuss it."

Lin Zhengzong shook his head.

He was not concerned for his disciple but because having the Ancestor Master embody him is both a boost in power and a show of determination. Letting Ying Hu do it would seem unjustified.

Lin Zhengzong sequentially inserted the three Golden Needles into his three Elixir Fields, and a surge of Inner Strength instantly coursed through his body, causing his physique to swell.

"Hoo~"

He let out a long breath, then pointed a finger.

An invisible force shot from his fingertip, piercing straight through the Acupoint Copper Man.

"Ah, I wonder when I will reach the Ancestor Master’s level."

Seeing this, Lin Zhengzong felt both proud and melancholic.

The first Lin Zhengzong is a significant figure in the entire Metropolis martial arts community, once repelling a joint challenge from three sects single-handedly, thereby establishing the reputation of "Zhengzong Tui Na Hall."

Unfortunately, since the second Lin Zhengzong onwards, successors of Zhengzong Tui Na Hall, though occasionally impressive, fall short of even a tenth of the first Lin Zhengzong.

And it was precisely because the first Lin Zhengzong divined this that he turned himself into a wax corpse before his death, ensuring the continuity of the sect’s legacy.

"Master, you are exceptionally brilliant. It’s just a matter of time before you catch up to the Ancestor Master."

Ying Hu quickly said.

"It’s one thing for others to flatter me, but can I really believe your flattery?"

Lin Zhengzong glared at his eldest disciple.

When Ying Hu feels guilty, the clever hair on his ears droops down; he had long noticed this, but never pointed it out.

"Hehe."

Ying Hu scratched his head awkwardly.

"Enough, I don’t have much chance. This heavy responsibility will be left to you."

"Ah? Me?"

Ying Hu showed an expression like Beng Bo’erba.

"You’re the eldest disciple; if I don’t pass it to you, then to whom? If you don’t want to take it, then let someone else be the eldest disciple."

Lin Zhengzong gave him a stern look.

"Then I’ll take it."

Ying Hu immediately said.

"I’m leaving, take good care of the place, remember the principles?"

Lin Zhengzong asked.

"I remember, above all, safety first, avoid trouble, endure challenges, and wait for your return."

Ying Hu replied.

"Good."

Lin Zhengzong nodded contentedly and walked out the door.

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Meanwhile, Liu Zheng was just about to play a game when the break room door was suddenly knocked.

"Who’s there?"

He drew out "Anger" and walked slowly to the door.

The break room might be a sanctuary, but the outside is not.

"Napoleon."

White Feather Chicken’s reserved yet proud voice rang out.

"It’s the head chef, boss."

Liu Zheng opened the door, and sure enough, it was the White Feather Chicken standing outside.

"Why are you here?"

he asked.

"Suddenly, a wave of guests arrived, and we’re short-handed. We need you to help in the kitchen. Where’s Niu Ma?"

White Feather Chicken scanned the lounge and asked.

"No idea, maybe he’s out streaking."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Call him back. If he doesn’t make it to serve the dishes, I’ll use his tenderloin for raw beef salad."

White Feather Chicken said coldly.

"Got it."

He quickly called Niu Ma.

"What’s up? Deliver your own take-out, I’m busy here."

Niu Ma snapped.

"The head chef is here, asking us to help in the kitchen. If we don’t make it, he said he’ll turn you into raw beef salad."

Liu Zheng said.

"Why should I? If anything, he should turn you into mustard lamb head."

Niu Ma grumbled.

"Stop messing around, come back quickly, boss. I’ll try to stall for you."

He hung up the phone.

"How do you plan to stall?"

White Feather Chicken looked at him with a smirk.

"Hehe, watch this."

Liu Zheng took out "Santa Claus’s" head from the Qiankun Ring.

"Huh? What’s this?"

White Feather Chicken asked.

"I don’t know, maybe it’s Santa Claus."

He replied.

Reindeer, red hat, sled, jailer, he could only think of Santa Claus.

"Where did Santa Claus come from in the Metropolis?"

White Feather Chicken rolled his eyes, took off his chef hat, and pulled out a Chinese chef knife.

The wide blade shone like a mirror on both sides, but its edge was pitted with rust, looking unable to cut even tofu.

But this knife wasn’t meant for cutting.

White Feather Chicken used the Chinese chef knife as a mirror to reflect "Santa Claus’s" head, and soon, another face appeared in the blade.

It had twisted goat horns, a hairy face, features resembling both human and beast, and a long, snake-like tongue.

"So, it’s Kempes."

White Feather Chicken finally recognized it.

"What’s Kempes?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"A rather special demon. They usually live in solitude and only come together to reproduce. They also don’t like interacting with other demons or responding to demon believers or black mages, so few people know about them."

White Feather Chicken explained.

"Sounds like the demon equivalent of a social-phobic recluse."

He concluded.

"Quite so. They aren’t very active in the Metropolis, but reportedly, abroad, they leave their nests during the so-called Christmas and punish bad kids, even taking them back to their nests."

White Feather Chicken continued.

"Wow, you really are knowledgeable, head chef."

Liu Zheng complimented.

"The knife told me."

White Feather Chicken said nonchalantly and then placed the Chinese chef knife back in his chef hat.

"I want this, name your price."

He said.

Demons are quite a rare ingredient, and a special demon like Kempes is even rarer, just right to entertain those distinguished guests.

"I want a good piece of skin."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and said.

"I told you, if you want skin, you have to trade skin."

White Feather Chicken replied.

"Exactly, scalp is skin too."

He said with a grin.

"Well, it might be enough for one person. Who do you plan to gift it to?"

White Feather Chicken asked, intrigued.

He remembered Liu Zheng wanted skin for painting skin for a pair of twins.

"One at a time, let their dad worry about the distribution."

Liu Zheng said without hesitation.

"Deal. I’ll return with the skin in five minutes. You two better be in the lounge waiting for me."

White Feather Chicken grabbed Kempes’s head and strode out.