Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 970 The Request of the Beloved

Meng Longtu stopped laughing and instead spoke in a condescending tone:
"Just like I said when we last met, you went first in this gamble, and there's really not much I can do except set up two hidden traps before the final battle. One of them led to the situation you're in now."

"But judging from your expression, you don't seem surprised at all?"

Wu Xian remained silent for a moment.

"Well... to be honest, I was actually quite surprised."

"Before the final battle began, I really didn't expect you to manipulate the time, after all, 'time' is on our side."

"It's a pity I realized it too late; by then it was too late to do anything."

"Oh?" Meng Longtu said sarcastically, "You mean, you already knew there was a problem with the time before that door even closed?"

“I discovered it at 4:40,” Wu Xian said calmly. “There are two reasons.”

"First, your first two offensives were too weak."

"Admittedly, such a number of demonic accomplices is not small, but they put too little pressure on me. I can handle them without even revealing a single trump card. Based on my experience, there must be some other tricks up my sleeve."

"Secondly, on this premise, upon careful reflection, I recalled that the ordination certificate only stated that the blessed land would end at 5:00 AM, but never mentioned that it would begin at 10:00 PM..."

"Therefore, the time we see in the blessed land may all be false."

Meng Longtu sneered: "What's the use of saying all this hindsight now? Do you know how much earlier I moved the timeline forward?"

Wu Xian held up one finger:
"One hour!"

"It's a little past four in the morning now. Between 4:10 and 5:00, there should be five more waves of attacks."

"As for 4:00 to 4:10, which is now, you stayed here on purpose to mess with our mentality and show off."

Meng Longtu paused for a moment.

As a chess piece used by the evil god, Meng Longtu was naturally different from those little devils; he had his own set of logic and way of thinking.

Moreover, those ten minutes were indeed used by him to launch a psychological offensive, while also satisfying his personal psychological needs.

But after Wu Xian pointed it out, the situation changed.

Although that's his usual style of speaking, if he continues to speak in the same style after being accused of being pretentious, it would confirm Wu Xian's accusations.

Therefore, Meng Longtu's tone changed slightly: "What makes you so sure it's an hour?"

Wu Xian rolled his eyes: "Does that even need to be asked? The first wave of demonic ghosts numbered 128, the second wave 64, the third wave 32... It's obvious that there are still 16, 8, 4, 2, and 1 attacking five times."

"The next five attacks will probably be more deadly than the last, until one of them I simply can't handle."

Seeing that he couldn't sway Wu Xian in this way, Meng Longtu temporarily shut his mouth.

By this time, the newlyweds had come to their senses and realized that the hope of survival had not disappeared, but rather that the evil spirit had manipulated the timeline.

Hao Ze asked in confusion, "Even if the evil spirit has adjusted the time, our safe activity time is still six and a half hours, while the challenge we need to face is one and a half hours. What is the point of all this trouble?"

"It's very significant."

Wu Xian shook his head and explained seriously:

"Leaving aside the impact on mentality, if I had known the time of the final battle in advance, all my plans for the final battle would have been very different from what I have now."

"I will start the final battle in the blessed land from the previous playthrough, and before the final battle begins, I will decisively abandon all the newcomers and use the terrain advantage to escape in the blessed land. Furthermore, my ability development strategy will also lean towards escaping and stalling for time."

"But if the final battle only lasts half an hour, I will confine myself here like I am now."

The scene fell silent for a short while. Meng Longtu's voice rang out again; he hadn't given up on the main objective of this phase, and the previous silence was just him rehearsing his words.

"You know there are five more attacks coming, yet you remain so calm. It seems you've already figured out how to deal with them."

"Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance that you actually survive to dawn and leave here safely with these newcomers."

"But...do you mean that this way you'll win?"

Wu Xian countered, "Otherwise what?"

Meng Longtu burst into another fit of manic laughter.

"Do you think the outcome is only on the chessboard? All the Tai Sui God wants is to rescue the seven dogs from the water prison."

"But does bringing them out of the water prison count as saving them?"

Meng Longtu lowered his voice, his tone like that of a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

"You probably know this better than I do."

……

Wu Xian sighed, his face turning grim.

His memory returned to the scene before the fifth playthrough of the blessed land, the last time he stepped into the water dungeon.

As Wu Xiangang walked down the stairs, he was warmly welcomed by Shen Longhu and others.

Their faces were beaming with smiles, and their eyes were filled with positive emotions such as relief, joy, and encouragement as they looked at Wu Xian. It was like a group of uncles looking at his back, offering their blessings in a cacophony of voices, a stark contrast to the lifeless and numb expressions they had when they first met.

But Wu Xian felt very awkward.

The seven relatives emphasized their names again, seemingly hoping that Wu Xian would remember them. They also entrusted Wu Xian with some small favors, such as passing on a message to a relative, delivering a message to a friend, or helping to explain the situation to the City God.

Only after these minor matters were discussed did they reveal their true demands.

That was after the auspicious and inauspicious years ended and the Tai Sui deity took back their bodies at an abnormal time, they asked Wu Xian to help kill them.

These seven relatives were imprisoned in the water dungeon for over a hundred years, suffering unimaginable torment at the hands of Wu Xian, their souls etched with the curse of pain and despair.

Although their bodies and spirits are still alive, their souls are already riddled with holes. Death is their only thought at this moment. They do not want to linger in the world, but only want to return to eternal peace.

They didn't even want their souls to return to the underworld.

Therefore, during this special period between the end of the Blessed Land and the return to the Heaven of Separation, Wu Xian can help them truly 'disappear' through a special ritual.

Based solely on verbal descriptions, Wu Xian could not know what the seven of them had gone through, nor could he empathize with their suffering.

"There is still hope."

"There are still people in the real world waiting for you."

Time heals all wounds...

Wu Xian couldn't bring himself to offer such hypocritical words of comfort, so he simply stood there for a long time without saying a word.

Shen Longhu and the others took it as Wu Xian's agreement.

Wu Xian, for the time being, also took it as his own agreement.

(End of this chapter)