American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

But what's the title? Is it "Fatal Eyes"?

Or is it something like "The Path Across the Mountains"?

Is it Ma Dongmei or Sun Honglei?

Damn! I can't remember!

Short video marketing accounts are a real menace! They cut a movie into 100 segments and still refuse to communicate properly!

Zhu Mingyao simply put aside his urge to complain for the time being. Anyway, they weren't anything special. He just didn't know how they got involved with that Native American wizard Quinn.

He couldn't help but become even more cautious than he already was.

They sent out ghost soldiers to wander around the area, but they didn't see any trace of the agents. They only found some heavy drag marks on the ground, which stretched deeper into the mine.

He silently mourned for the agents whose fate was uncertain. Zhu Mingyao touched the tactical belt at his waist, feeling the cold metallic touch of the specially made alchemical grenades. He regretted not picking up a few conventional high-explosive grenades when choosing his equipment.

Although this mine tunnel has been abandoned for many years, it still looks quite sturdy. I doubt I can collapse it with just these few lumps of iron in my hand.

While people are thinking about getting a good deal and taking more expensive items, they forget that in such underground environments, nothing is as powerful as a sufficient amount of TNT.

Without even needing to look at the enemy's face, he manipulated the ghost soldiers to fly in with grenades, directly blasting the rat hole and sending it crashing down like Mount Tai, a sandfall burial!

Under hundreds of tons of sand and gravel, unless one possesses supernatural abilities such as earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magical ability), even powerful dark creatures like werewolves and vampires would be crushed into small meat patties.

Oh dear, I miscalculated...

After wallowing in self-pity, Zhu Mingyao rallied his spirits. With a thought, the Flying Eagle General folded its wings and led the way, followed by ten Yin Soldiers, sneaking into the depths of the mine tunnel. Zhu Mingyao himself followed stealthily behind.

Since we can't use the terrain kill tactic, we'll have to be careful and think of another way. We might as well see if we can rescue a survivor or two.

Although Charles readily agreed, saying that he would receive an extra reward regardless of the outcome, and that he could choose one item from the inventory of extraordinary materials as a reward, he was afraid that he would not look good if he returned empty-handed.

The young man knew very well just how wealthy the government was. The few stolen items he and Bai Ziyuan had embezzled during the Christmas attack were quite valuable, but they didn't even qualify as Grade A in the Special Investigations Bureau's inventory!

Now that there's an opportunity to make a quick buck, I'm naturally going to seize it.

If you do Charles a favor now and save one or two of his men, you can ask him for advice when choosing a reward later, so you can get something better.

Zhu Mingyao hadn't taken two steps when he glanced at the dark mine tunnel in front of him. His mind raced, and he turned his head to look at it. With a wave of his hand, he sent two ghostly soldiers flying towards the mine tunnel exit. They then returned to their paper doll forms and disappeared into the crevices of the rocks along the way.

Before thinking about victory, think about defeat; it's always good to have a backup plan!

Chapter 103 Sacrifice

Deep in the mine, in the center of the cave, a huge, smooth obsidian platform still stands.

At this moment, a black-clad agent, looking miserable, was lying on the previously empty stone platform.

The agent's right lower limb was severed below the knee, one leg was missing, half of his helmet was dented, and his face was covered in sticky, half-dried blood. He was clearly barely breathing.

A ball of eerie purple light, the size of a human head, floated in mid-air, casting an eerie glow that illuminated the dark space.

In the corner, Special Agent Captain Sean was firmly bound to the ground by a dozen crisscrossing black and red fleshy ropes, unable to move at all.

He stared at the whispering figures in the room with bloodshot eyes, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. He made a gurgling sound but couldn't utter a word because his throat cartilage had been cruelly crushed.

Not only him, but also the agents lying haphazardly around him, as long as their injuries weren't too serious and they were still conscious, all had expressions of wanting to devour him alive, casting their hateful and angry gazes at the "traitor" standing in front of the altar.

If someone were nearby and overheard what these figures were saying, they would probably understand how the agents were feeling at that moment.

"Don't waste them. Start with the seriously injured. If the sacrifice dies, we won't be able to extract much life force."

Quinn stretched out his thin, blood-stained fingers and sucked on them with a look of ecstasy.

"Just like the ones I just demonstrated, it's your turn to conduct the ceremony now, and I will assist you throughout."

Opposite him, old Bob stood there anxiously, with a hateful gaze burning behind him. Normally, he would have ignored it, but now, for some reason, he felt a thorn in his side.

"Although this secret ritual can be simplified as I did at the police station, it will be much more effective when combined with a sacrificial ritual if conditions permit."

Begin the incision here, first carving esoteric symbols onto the sacrificial offering...

Yes, avoid the ribs. The obsidian used in the ceremony is brittle, so be careful…

While carefully pointing out the key points of knowledge, they also taught the practical operation step by step.

If it weren't for the eerie atmosphere, the scene would easily be mistaken for a teaching session at a medical school.

As a still-beating heart was ripped out with a stone knife, the poor sacrifice finally stopped breathing.

Quinn casually waved his hand, and seven or eight black and red fleshy ropes, seemingly alive, coiled up and dragged the sacrificial corpse down. Then, the ends flashed with dark light and transformed into sharp spikes that pierced deep into the flesh.

A small amount of shimmering, unidentified liquid was extracted from the corpse by the flesh rope, and then slowly flowed towards the base of the flesh rope. And looking at the direction it ultimately flowed, it was... the obsidian altar.

The roots of those numerous fleshy ropes actually extended from the bottom of the altar, or rather... they grew out of it?

Could this thing be alive?

Zhu Mingyao muttered to himself.

He was lying in ambush by the nearby mine tunnel, secretly observing the area through the "Flying Eagle General" who had quietly infiltrated the place.

Looking around, he saw the desiccated remains of the victims beneath the obsidian altar, and his heart sank.

The corpses piled up like small hills, numbering at least a dozen or twenty. Some of the bodies at the bottom had even turned to skeletal form, clearly indicating that they had not been killed in the last few days.

With his keen eyesight, Zhu Mingyao also noticed that some of the bodies were wearing camouflage military uniforms.

Federal military personnel died here, and so many people have gone missing in the vicinity. Didn't the police notice?

After cursing the police for their incompetence, Zhu Mingyao realized that these dead were probably just passing travelers, and the nearby police station might not even know they existed.

As a nation known for its roads, the number of people traveling by road each year is enormous, and it is common for some to go missing or die.

These days, there are practically no road surveillance systems, and coupled with the vast and sparsely populated natural environment, it's impossible to know why someone goes missing, or even when or where they disappeared.

While old Bob took the still-bleeding heart, Zhu Mingyao counted the number of people.

Including the victims I saw thrown off the altar when I first came in, there were four agents who died, and eight others were tied up in a corner.

This is difficult...

Instead of running away with his brother, old Bob got involved with the target.

Of the three enemies opposite him, Quinn, the original target of this mission, was a given. They had just fought each other, and as long as Quinn didn't have any hidden abilities, Zhu Mingyao was confident that he could suppress him.

But with the Bob brothers as a variable, things become harder to predict.

Although I haven't seen them fight, judging from the traces of the battle in the mine tunnel, although their skill levels aren't very high, they are both practical fighters skilled in martial arts.

The deformed corpses of those monsters, either torn to pieces by immense force or corroded to the bone by voodoo curses, prove this point.

With his two current supernatural abilities—controlling the field with inner fire and slaying with sword energy—he should be able to take down one of the Bob brothers in a surprise attack, but he can't deal with the other one...

Even after being strengthened and refined, the ghost soldiers could only serve as auxiliary forces; they were still insufficient for attacking fortified positions.

Using the [Spirit Official Seal] to summon the divine power of the Spirit Official Wang for protection could transform one into a golden-armored Gundam and sweep across the scene. However, the seal had already been used on Michelle to save people, and the incense and vow power stored within it had been exhausted. To use it again, it would require at least half a year of offerings in the temple...

Zhu Mingyao was deep in thought about tactics, but that's another story.

The old black warlock, holding a dark red heart, slowly opened his mouth under Quinn's eager gaze, as if he were about to bite it off.

Just then, he stopped moving and suddenly asked:

"By the way, Mr. Quinn, you haven't mentioned yet which being bestowed the secret of rejuvenation?"

Quinn was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then gave a sarcastic smile.

Even now, you still suspect me of having ulterior motives...

It's alright to tell you, he is the ruler of all life, the benevolent father of all things, he bestows upon us youth and health..."

Quinn's face broke into a typical charlatan's fanatical expression as he spoke in an aria-like tone.

Just as the people present were secretly sneering, he suddenly changed the subject:

"Actually..."

I don't believe a single word of it!

Looking at old Bob, who seemed somewhat stunned by his dramatic turn of events, Quinn chuckled coldly:

“I don’t care about His true identity at all. As long as He can grant me power, I don’t care whether He is a god or a demon!”

Anyway, He has been fair so far, accepting sacrifices and granting power, settling the bills completely, so I will continue to offer sacrifices to Him.

He then countered, "Do you think I would demand any faith from you in order to control you?"

No! I just want those high and mighty white men to bleed, I just want to see their thrones burn!

After hearing these words, old Bob looked at the other man's face, which looked even younger after devouring several hearts, and the last trace of doubt in his heart was finally dispelled.

Without further hesitation, he raised the still trembling, dark red piece of meat in his hand.

It opened its mouth wide and bit down hard!

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Chapter 104 Assassin

"Huh...huh..."

Old Bob, panting heavily, wiped away the trickles of black blood dripping from his chin, casually flicked it to the ground, his eyes twitching as he tried to suppress the churning sensation in his stomach.

Even for a voodoo sorcerer like him, who often dealt with corpses, bones, insects, and poisons, swallowing the heart of one's own kind was simply too disgusting.

However, he quickly put that aversion to the back of his mind.

As the heart descended, a surge of vibrant energy welled up from the old man's abdomen, transforming into a warm current that suppressed his physical discomfort and quickly circulated throughout his body.

It was as if a clear spring had suddenly appeared in parched land, and every cell in my body was cheering and greedily absorbing the unexpected nutrients.

The decaying aura that had been constantly enveloping him, growing slowly but steadily, suddenly dissipated by a fraction!

This is the power of life!

This is the breath of youth!

The intense pleasure, both physiological and psychological, made old Bob close his eyes, his body convulsing as he let out a high-pitched groan.

"Ah...ah!"