Alien Hotel.

Chapter 526 Yu Sheng's Amazing Tools

Yu Sheng quickly explained his thoughts to Eileen.

Tracing back to the source, these thoughts of his came to him when he was doing a post-battle debriefing after returning from the dark alley last time.

“I feel I lack long-range offensive capabilities, and there’s still a lot of room for development in the uses of my ‘blood’,” Yu Sheng said earnestly, looking at the little doll. “I had Hu Li help me upgrade my spiked club before, so it’s enough for close combat, but it’s not enough against distant enemies or in situations where I need to project blood. You can think of this blood tank as a blood grenade. The blood gun and blood needle launcher can be combined. The former is used to spray blood directly, and the latter is to pre-fill blood into something like needle bullets and fire it out—it has a longer range…”

The little doll sat on the sofa, listening intently. Luna, who had somehow walked over, sat opposite Yu Sheng, listening and nodding as if she had extensive experience in the field (referring to the experience of having her face smeared with blood by Yu Sheng).

After Sheng finished explaining, Eileen let out a long "Oh—", then crossed her arms and frowned, deep in thought. It was unclear what she was thinking, but suddenly she clapped her hands: "Sounds like a pervert!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Sheng's eyebrows furrowed: "Is it really necessary to say that!"

“Think about it,” Eileen climbed onto the coffee table, spread her arms, grabbed the draft notebook, and flipped through it in front of her like she was holding a shield, muttering to herself as she looked, “We’re fighting with people, and they’re using long guns and short cannons. Bullets, missiles, laser beams, and all sorts of things are flying around the battlefield, the smoke is thick, and the flames are rising. Then you’re carrying a spiked club on your shoulder, holding a water gun in your hand, and a string of water balloons hanging from your waist, and you happily rush in, hitting people a couple of times and there’s blood everywhere—if you looked like that in a movie, you’d be at least a psychopathic boss, the kind who either wears a mask or paints a face, crouching behind the fence, lurking and spying on the school gate, and they’d even make a whole series about your childhood trauma…”

Yu Sheng was stunned by the little thing's string of words. Suddenly, he realized what it meant and looked at the little doll in surprise: "Wow, you can even use idioms now?"

Eileen paused for a moment, then turned to look at Yu Sheng: "...Is that a compliment?"

"I guess so... Oh no, I mean you watch a bit of everything," Yu Sheng raised his hand and pressed down on the doll's head, while quickly shaking off the images that had just been conjuring up in his mind. He finally managed to break free from the little thing's lead. "Put the art style aside for now, just tell me if my method works!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, not about his own style, but about the style of the entire club under his command.

The little doll's words were quite accurate—when they usually fight, the enemy's long guns and short cannons are a different story, not to mention the inn's top leader is a reckless brute charging in with a spiked club (who often dies on the way), the second-in-command is a cursed doll that binds people with spider silk on the battlefield, the third-in-command roars and launches his tail, and the only elegant fourth-in-command is an artificial saintess who dances in circles on the battlefield while cutting people into mincemeat...

Well, he might be a little far from being a villain, but he's already quite far from being a hero.

Meanwhile, surprisingly, Eileen didn't immediately start babbling. After hearing Yu Sheng's words, she even thought about it seriously for a long time before stroking her chin and muttering, "Actually... it sounds theoretically useful, but I have a question. Won't this blood lose its effectiveness if you die once?"

“I did consider that,” Yu Sheng laughed upon hearing this. “Do you remember the blood I specially extracted from the valley for you to use to make the dolls?”

Eileen blinked, quickly realizing, "Ah, right..."

“My death resets the state of myself or the items I carry. I have studied this process carefully, and it actually has a range of retrospection and repair,” Yu Sheng said seriously. “The ‘boundary’ of this range, in simple terms, is the ‘death event’.”

Eileen gave a strange look: "Uh... what do you mean?"

Yu Sheng was very patient: "The location of the incident, the time of the incident, the things I came into contact with during the incident, the cause and the result of the incident... these limiting conditions together constitute the 'event boundary' of the 'death incident'. When the reset occurs, everything will strictly take effect according to this boundary."

"Therefore, only things that are directly related to the death event, or things that I directly came into contact with at the time, will cause this state to regress—blood drawn in advance, clothes changed a day in advance, these are not part of the 'death event', and naturally will not be regressed during my resurrection process."

"Therefore, as long as the blood in these blood storage tanks and blood needles is prepared in advance, there's no need to worry that it will become ineffective after I die once..."

Eileen listened intently with wide eyes, but at the end she couldn't help scratching her head: "The logic is sound, but this topic still sounds a bit strange."

The fox next to him twitched its ears: "But Little Red Riding Hood said before that things aren't quite normal in this house every day."

"That's true."

Well, seeing how quickly the little doll accepted the fact that there wasn't a single normal person at No. 66 Wutong Road, Yu Sheng was still a little sad...

“To be honest, it’s not that your drawing is too abstract, it’s mainly the principle that’s involved…” Eileen seemed not to notice Yu Sheng’s sad reaction, and quickly came up with a new question, “Are you really sure you can do it? You can’t actually make a water gun, can you…” “Of course I can’t,” Yu Sheng said casually, “I’m just making a request, and I’ll have Mo Ran organize people to study how to implement it later—she has quite a few weapon-refining experts on her side.”

He clicked his tongue again and added, "Actually, I initially wanted to ask the Secret Service to do this, since they have a lot of advanced technology. But their technical approach is completely different from mine. Besides, if this thing is produced in Shuji, at least it's my 'industry,' so the process is easier to control and there won't be any trouble later on. Most importantly, I feel more at ease with it."

Hu Li, who was sitting cross-legged on the carpet next to him, grooming himself while holding a large tail, suddenly looked up at the words, looking puzzled: "If the Special Operations Bureau's technical approach is unsuitable, is Shu Ji's approach suitable? My benefactor's blood control technique is unique in the world, and no one outside knows it, right?"

Upon hearing this clapping, Yu Sheng's face lit up: "Hey, don't they have something called evil cultivators...?"

Then the entire living room fell silent.

Yu Sheng also felt that something was off, and awkwardly adjusted his posture: "Well, let them try it out first. If we can't do anything too complicated, we can just use a set of food storage containers and a simple launching device—I can't really go up and fight with a water gun and water balloons, can I? As Eileen would say, that would be too traumatic for my childhood..."

Eileen responded with a series of forced, dry laughs.

Luna turned back and continued to stare blankly.

Hu Li, as usual, looked up at Yu Sheng with an adoring expression, a Samoyed-like "yeah!" smile on her face—as if in her mind her benefactor was always the most powerful and correct, and she even found the sight of him being slapped to the ground, blood gushing out, to be artistic...

Yu Sheng continued to bury himself in his design, while also keeping an eye on controlling the "Star Body" in the Flying Feather Starfield and communicating with Mo Ran about his "needs".

When he suggested capturing two evil cultivators who specialized in blood curse techniques to assist in the research progress, the city lord fairy was extremely shocked. However, since she had already been shocked by the "True Lord Yu Sheng's" amazing idea when she formulated the Shuji Revitalization Plan, her ability to accept it this time was significantly improved. After being shocked for a while, she began to gather her subordinates to discuss where it would be more reliable to capture evil cultivators.

The result of the discussion was to import them from the Demon Suppression Tower of the Taixu Spiritual Pivot. The evil cultivators who can be imprisoned there are usually of high quality and quantity. Their moral standards are hard to say, but their professional skills are definitely excellent. The only trouble is how to get the Taixu Spiritual Pivot to agree to this, but in fact, it is not difficult at all - just push Yu Sheng out.

Then we'll tell them that this is a wondrous tool that "True Lord Yu Sheng" is preparing to use in the future battle against the Dark Heaven...

Then, a sudden ringing of a cell phone interrupted Yu Sheng's busy work.

Eileen jumped from the coffee table to the sofa with her phone in both hands, and handed it to Yu Sheng: "Here you go, it's from that expressionless guy!"

Yu Sheng was a little surprised. He picked up the phone and answered it casually. After listening to a few words, his expression gradually turned serious.

The fox pricked up its ears instantly.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Eileen asked curiously, craning her neck to lean forward. "What happened that makes you so serious?"

Before Yu Sheng could even speak, Hu Li, who was listening intently nearby, answered for him: "Xu Jiali's deep-sea team encountered a problem in 'Foggy City'—black spiderwebs appeared in the foggy streets near the East City, the kind you usually use. Then they also encountered the Black Dot Group's space station running around on the street."

Eileen: "...Huh? What do you mean by a space station running on the street?!"

“It’s hard to explain in a short time, but it’s clear that what happened in the ‘dark alley’ has now spread to other places,” Yu Sheng said, having just hung up the phone and abruptly standing up from beside the coffee table. “Let’s go check it out.”

As he spoke, he picked up Eileen from beside him, but just as he was about to put her on his shoulder, he felt that the weight was wrong, so he weighed her in his hand and put her back down. He walked to the dining room, picked up another one, weighed her in his hand a couple of times, and put her down again. Finally, he picked up a heavy one from the windowsill, nodded, and carried it towards the door.

Instead of opening the gate to that foggy, otherworldly realm, he simply turned the handle of the gate.

The next moment, the entire No. 66 Wutong Road sank into the fog.

(End of this chapter)