This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 117 - : Non-Human Society

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Non-Human Society

The crowd downstairs had completely surrounded the building’s first floor, each person eagerly whipping out their cellphones to snap photos of the jumper’s corpse and share them on Twitter and Facebook without delay.

Falling from over thirty floors high, the man’s body was no longer recognizably human, resembling a clump of bloody mud wrapped in clothes. Upon hitting the ground, the body had bounced and then struck the side of a nearby van, shattering its windshield.

Chen Ke also took a photo and sent it to Lester, who responded with a satisfied thumbs-up emoji.

The sudden surge and then fading of murderous intent inside the office had greatly intrigued Chen Ke, but what interested him the most was Lin Mo’s soul.

In his field of vision, Lin Mo’s soul, flickering like a lonely flame in the wind, emitted a faint white halo. Beside it, the information box displayed “Memory Sequence 0,” indicating it was ready for entry again.

Just as the soul had previously tested, syncing with Lin Mo’s past memories required the consumption of “Assassin Experiences.”

Once Chen Ke’s spirit had achieved a certain resonance with Lin Mo’s body through an assassination task, he could enter Lin Mo’s memories.

After deleting the message, he squeezed through the crowded gathering, hailed a taxi, and returned to the apartment he rented.

Once home, Chen Ke took a quick shower, changed into a bathrobe, sat on the bed, and took a deep breath as the interface of the soul appeared before his eyes.

Lin Mo’s soul was right in front of him, with the text “Sequence 0” on the list next to it flickering with a white glow.

He closed his eyes, feeling everything around him moving away at high speed. That familiar sensation of falling hit him again, and with a ‘duang,’ his whole body jolted, similar to the shock of waking up suddenly when falling out of bed in one’s sleep.

Opening his eyes, Chen Ke found himself back in 2007, in the midst of one of Lin Mo’s operations…

He was still crouching by the low wall of a bungalow, his M1911A1 in hand—no silencer fitted, but with a competition trigger and an extended magazine.

Laven was still by his side, her upper body clad in a sleeveless leather jacket and a black crop top, her legs decked in black camouflage pants and military boots. Unlike Chen Ke, Laven was armed with a Mac10 submachine gun.

The sky was overcast, a light rain drizzling down. This scene did not exist in Chen Ke’s memory; he hadn’t been here before and couldn’t tell if it was still Opportunity City.

Chen Ke groped on himself to check what equipment he had.

Under his leather jacket was a light bulletproof vest, three pistol magazines attached to the holster, a spring knife hidden up his left sleeve, and in the inner pocket, three Holy Diamonds…

Chen Ke was pleased; he took out the Holy Diamonds, wanting to see what they were, but as he focused on the diamonds in his palm, he realized no matter how hard he concentrated, the attribute interface for the Holy Relics wouldn’t pop up.

“Right… At this time, I am still Lin Mo… Lin Mo has Spiritual Energy, but no life countdown…” Chen Ke thought, noting that the countdown at the corner of his eye didn’t appear even after entering the memory.

Chen Ke didn’t know how the people from the Administration Bureau identified Holy Relics. Without the life countdown, Chen Ke himself couldn’t obtain detailed information about them.

For the first time, he found himself somewhat missing that life-threatening contraption.

“Don’t rush it, Lin Mo, take it easy. Put your Holy Relics away; it’s not time to use them yet.” Miles’s hoarse voice came, and at the same time, Chen Ke felt a pair of strong hands pat his shoulder.

“He’s always impatient, Miles, no matter where he is.” Laven turned and smiled at Chen Ke.

Chen Ke pocketed the Holy Diamonds, ejected the magazine from his handgun, and checked the ammo. With a scale and see-through holes on the side, it held a total of thirteen rounds.

“Who are we making the deal with?” Chen Ke asked.

Miles, who had intended to speak with Laven, was interrupted by Chen Ke’s question.

Su Ruanruan sneered in her heart.

She lowered her eyes and said softly, “If you don’t believe me, I can go back to the Su family, Uncle.”

Bo Mingyuan hesitated. The Old Madam would be the first to disagree about letting Su Ruanruan leave. However, he also had some doubts about letting the girl stay.

Why would his daughter drink that kind of thing for no reason?

Just as Bo Mingyuan was hesitating, Madam Bo said, “The servants at home are quite smart, so they didn’t wash Jingyuan’s cup. If we investigate, we will definitely find some clues.”

When Madam Bo said this, Bo Jingyuan immediately shouted, “That’s right, that’s right. Dad, you must help me.”

She tugged on her father’s arm with a pitiful look.

Bo Mingyuan’s heart softened and he looked at Su Ruanruan awkwardly. The latter couldn’t look any more awkward.

Seeing her expression, Bo Mingyuan made up his mind. “Bring the glass over.”

Bo Jingyuan looked at the other girl smugly. ‘Mom’s so smart! As long as Su Ruanruan’s fingerprints are on the cup, not only will she have to scram from our family, but her reputation will also be ruined!’

Then, the maid carefully took the glass and handed it to Bo Mingyuan.

Bo Mingyuan carefully examined the cup and found a few fingerprints.

Everyone held their breaths.

Chen Ke sighed and, keeping his gun in hand, quickly followed suit.

When they returned to their previous location, they faced a gruesome scene.

Laven lay on the ground, only her upper torso remaining, with a piece of her spinal column exposed, blood and viscera spilled all over.

Her eyes had been gouged into bloody sockets, her nose was shorn off, and her lips and cheeks had been viciously slashed several times.

Miles shook his head and looked toward the canal below—corpses of men in Si’s consortium suits and Yasla’s traders littered the ground…

“This wasn’t done by Yasla’s people,” Chen Ke thought to himself.

Suddenly, he felt his arms weren’t responding… as if they were entangled by something.

Chen Ke looked at Miles, only to realize his head was already gone… leaving only a headless body.

“Si’s consortium vermin, and Yasla’s aberrations, all must be eradicated.”

A ethereal voice came from the sky, and Chen Ke looked up to see a woman dressed in white.

“Pop!”

Chen Ke’s head and spine were violently ripped from his body, the world around him retracting rapidly, and the words “Synchronization Failed” flashed before his eyes once more before he plunged into complete darkness.

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When his vision returned to normal, the morning sunlight was scattered on the bed sheets, and Chen Ke breathed heavily, his mind still recovering from the shock of decapitation.

“Yasla… The consortium… And a third party… They don’t look like humans!” Chen Ke thought to himself!