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"... Dad."

A weak call was sounded, and Yang Wuqu, who heard it, patted his face happily.

"He was quite promising, but he didn't fall like this."

In response to his joy, he received the cold curse (words) from the Curse God.

"[Don't be too happy too soon, you don't have any help now.]"

When He threw Yang Weiwu out just now, the four big guys who tied up the Curse God were the first to be hit and were the first to be injured by the light and heat.

Because it was the black and red flesh and blood formed by the curse that spread from his body that ensured that Yang Weiwu was still controlled even when his limbs were restricted, so miraculously no part of his body belonging to Yang Weiwu was injured.

The flesh and blood tissue formed by the curse only takes a short time for the Curse God to grow, which is equivalent to him exchanging Yang Weiwu for the opponent's entire combat power.

Yang Wu Qu did not refute because it was basically the truth.

The production cost of an infected synthetic beast like this is not small, and its maintenance also costs a lot of money. Although he is not the one who pays, considering the rational use of resources, those just now are already all the reliable combat forces in this area.

As for those kind people who sponsored him and the special agricultural tools of Hezhong, if they wanted to use them to deal with this kind of opponent, Yang Wuqu would probably have to become an intangible cultural heritage like the father of the agricultural tools so that his nephew could inherit it! (Great Sorrow)

Because they refuse to let that happen - mainly because according to records and some speculations, the Curse God should have the ability to absorb people's malice to grow and recover. The special products of United, drug lords, gangsters, farm tools, etc. are 100% compatible with him, and are ready-made blood packs for the opponents.

There was no way he could temporarily create an Oxer that could rival God. To compete with the other party, he had to be at least at the level of the King of Oxer, so he simply used the kingdom to command all the people nearby to evacuate the people.

By the way, his research institute was built underground in a gang-gathering area.

Therefore, for Yang Wuqu, it doesn’t matter if all the people in this area die. After all, the United States has its own national conditions. For the sake of everyone’s freedom, he has reason to let everyone define what a human being is.

After tying his nephew behind his back with a silk rope, Yang Wuqu took out a black telescopic stick that looked like a teaching stick.

"Now I can only attack you head on. How long can you last under my hands, Old Third, with your kidney-deficient body?"

The Curse God took out the Sun God Summoning Device and Energy Key.

"Oh fuck, how can you use this thing?"

"【Now take a good look at who is struggling under whom, Yang Wu Qu.】"

Two monsters with basically the same upper bodies began a head-on fight.

Yang Wuqu uses the extra legs in his lower body as additional weapons to deal faster multi-stage damage. Zhushen uses his armor with a more streamlined design and superior defense to face the opponent's output and exchange injuries with Yang Wuqu.

The chitinous biological armor was severely damaged by the attack of the Extreme Tyrant Stick, but the semi-biological metal armor with self-repair function was slowly repairing itself during the attack.

"The menstrual stick is still too light. If I had known that your thing could help me complete the armor, I would have bought the Ruyi Jingu Bang. The size is not guaranteed, but the weight can still reach 13,500 kilograms."

While lamenting that light weapons do not have the same human rights as heavy weapons and making the above remarks with a lack of sense of crisis, Yang Wuqu's aura was gradually increasing.

"Big Dad, Little Dad..."

"Don't worry, I will save that brat, the third brother. And it's time to try forced treatment. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what his mental state will be like now."

"【If you can do it, then give it a try. I want to see if you can still maintain that smug look after losing to your own work.】"

The Curse God moved the short stick in his hand back and made a gesture similar to sheathing a sword.

The next moment, the "Sword Drawing and Slashing" was swung out, which was far beyond Yang Wu Qu's reaction speed.

The spatial force of the Star Lord was utilized in this blow, and only a momentary spatial fault was required to cut the Yangwu Qu in half.

Even though Yang Weiwu avoided getting injured thanks to his familiarity with spatial force, his combat effectiveness was severely damaged as a result.

The armor disintegrated on its own, and the Curse God threw the summoner to the ground.

The energy has been exhausted, but this kind of thing is not needed now or in the future, so it doesn't matter how it is disposed of.

"Dad, you're not handsome for more than three seconds."

"Don't complain about me at a time like this!"

Furious, Yang Wuqu transferred his power to Yang Weiwu.

"? Damn, there's nothing we can do. Pojun, from now on you attack and I'll defend. We must make him return with a crushing defeat!"

"Eh? Uh—"

Yang Weiwu covered his nose.

"Why at this time..."

"Don't worry about that! That's just the price you pay for overusing your ability to automatically analyze the visual state of things after I gave you [Wisdom] and [Understanding] artificially adjusted abilities. It's an old thing passed down from my ancestors, and I picked the best one for you. Other than being a little embarrassing, there's nothing wrong with it."

"I think this is the biggest question...how to do it?"

“Go ahead and hug him, and leave the rest to me. I’ll cast the exorcism spell… ahhhh, listen to me, finish what I’m saying, na na na——”

His extremely high mobility was fully utilized at this moment. With absolute trust, Yang Weiwu rushed out carrying his father, whose body was only above the waist.

"【Hmph! This attack will abolish your ability to move.】"

The God of Curse added the curse of [Crippling] to the attack with his own words, raised his short stick, and was ready to fight against Yang Weiwu who was bravely but recklessly charging towards him.

The distance was still about six meters, and Yang Weiwu only felt his eyes and brain trembling.

The distance was about four meters. The warmth between the mouth and nose spread to the neck.

There was still a distance of two meters, and both sides had reached the appropriate distance to attack.

The short stick was swung out and collided with the enemy who was half wearing chitin armor, making a sharp roar.

"【What?!】"

The Curse God never expected that the so-called protective finger of the other party was actually used as a weapon by him, and he fell into shock.

As both sides were in a state of full-scale attack, their bodies were temporarily stiffened. The giant spider moved forward at an astonishing speed, and its sharp feet like blades pierced into the opponent's body.

"Who told you that I have no brains in my lower body?"

Yang Wuqu, feeling a little dizzy, felt the message from the Star Lord, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the mask.

"This is a victory for the lower body. You are worse than Gou Ba!"

In shock and anger, the black and red monster was pulled out of Yang Weijia's body.

【301】Love is the strongest and weakest curse (End)

"[Do you think this is victory? As long as the malice in the hearts of humans has not been eradicated, as long as the bloodline of your Yang family has not been cut off, as long as the despair of 'Yang Pojun' has not disappeared - sooner or later I will come back in a more powerful posture!]"

When he was about to be torn apart, the Curse God declared that he would eventually return.

"It's just the howling of a defeated dog."

Without paying any attention to the other party's words, Yang Wuqu ordered Xingjun to control the false body of Oxer that was materialized by his will and tear it into pieces and devour it.

Although there was no contact, the black and red line climbed up Yang Wuqu's upper body.

In just a moment, he understood what it was.

The curse of [no healing].

Even in the age when gods walked the earth, the power of this curse was unmatched in heaven or earth.

There is no way for him to get any treatment in this world, whether it is conventional medical means or the various miracles brought by the Gift of the Stars.

"This is a rollover."

Without caring about the presence of his eldest nephew, he directly informed him of his situation.

"So, are you going to die?"

Yang Weiwu lay weakly on the ground, with golden-red flames flickering in his eye sockets.

"This world is probably uninhabitable, but I can revive other worlds. As long as they are not ordinary worlds that can sustain His power, or worlds that are extremely resistant to power of this intensity, there will always be a way to heal. Of course, it is not impossible that I will die halfway, but that doesn't matter. I have lived for more than 30 years and have experienced both wonderful and boring things. Although I am not without regrets, it would be too sad to make up for all the regrets."

He looked very open-minded.

"Even if you say that, it's only because you can't do anything about it right now."

"Yeah, what can I do? I can't transcend the rules of this world. My cognition has locked onto Lu Cun's true will, so every time I try to resurrect him by various means, the stinky second brother in my memory who didn't seek a peaceful death or a lingering breath, but only lived for pride, will gain the power brought to him by my faith, and then destroy all my arrangements. Even if I set up the resurrection ceremony again and again, the result will not change."

The blood that was originally locked by the power of will began to seep out from the lower body little by little, and Yang Weiwu could feel his vitality slipping away.

"I don't know whether it's because he feels that resurrection is not a blessing that humans deserve, or whether my will is attracted by the grief-stricken but self-centered young man back then, so I denied the middle-aged father who is now content with the status quo, or whether it's because I personally dissected him and confirmed his death, so my will locked him in his dead state..."

“It’s possible that all of these factors are involved.”

"After I leave, go get a meat can from my lab."

"There is something called the Darkness of Mysterious Yin inside, which seals your divinity."

"After you obtain that thing, your power will be completely [sublimated]... or possibly [completed]."

"When that time comes, you can use Zhulong's space-time power to see if you can travel through time and space to rescue Lu Cun."

"However, considering that will is the source of power, your determination that Lu Cun is dead may prevent you from saving him directly."

“So you have to learn to [beat around the bush].”

"Save him, and bring him back to the future. Or find a way to lock up his life force, seal it somewhere, and then release it when he returns to the right time."

"In that case, in a world where only you and the Third Brother still have power, perhaps you can both..."

He didn't finish his words. The loss of blood had made his face look ugly and visibly weak.

"What should I do about my father's worry?"

Yang Weiwu asked.

"He's old, let him figure it out on his own. Compared to this, what do you think? Dad died just about a month ago, and mom just died right in front of me. If I'm not mistaken, her death..."

"It's my fault. I was the one who killed her."

"You didn't take good care of the weapon and let someone like her get it. According to the law, you have to bear some responsibility - but it shouldn't be the main responsibility. Your mother is actually as important as me. It's just that love made her crazy and she thought she was a normal person. This death is just the fate she was destined to meet like me."

But Yang Weiwu just lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

"...Has your mother ever told you that character determines destiny? This is more or less what my mother - your grandmother - has told us. According to her, she doesn't really like Mingming and I. After all, she knows my character. After a little contact with Mingming, the sharp-eyed old woman could tell that she is the same as me - selfish, self-centered, caring about family, but the premise is that she likes it and doesn't care about blood ties, so both of us can make some changes for the things we like. But the similarity between her and me is that I am pretending to change, while she has really changed a little bit."

"People like us are like moths that fly into a flame. Once we see something we like and want, we will jump at it without caring about the consequences of failure."

"So death is a high probability, and enjoying a comfortable old age is something you can only think of in your dreams when you have a fever of 39 degrees."

However, even after hearing such words, my nephew's expression remained unchanged.

"… Damn it, you are just a bull like your father! You can just treat many things as they are and make yourself feel at ease, but you still feel uneasy and guilty about it."

After scolding Yang Weiwu, Yang Wuqu coughed a few times.

After all, it was a fatal injury. Beheading was considered torture in ancient times.

The lower body that had been camouflaged into Oxer's form had been locked into a state by the curse, and it considered returning to human form a form of recovery, so it could not return to its original appearance.

The upper body was just a suit of armor formed by the power of will outside the body. Although the biological characteristics were obvious, the power was beginning to dissipate, and the thin and weak face was exposed in front of Yang Weiwu.

Forget about reattaching it. Even if he wants to grow bones directly, he has to find a way to go to another world. Fortunately, he has developed a medicine to regenerate severed limbs.

"Now, put aside everything else and go to my laboratory and find me a door with its frame."

"If you don't go, I'm really going to die here."

"Also, I just asked Xingjun to prepare some medicine for me. You should bring it to me later. Otherwise, I will die if someone steals the door."

Looking at his eldest nephew running away without saying a word, he sighed softly.

"Wake up when you wake up, or do you want to wait until I leave and then cry alone under the covers?"

Yang Weijia stood up, moved his butt towards his eldest brother, then hesitated and stepped back a little.

"You woke up halfway?"

Yang Weijia nodded.

"Now that you're awake, why don't you scold that brat? What have you taught for all these years? When we were young, we were not tortured enough by Teacher Sanbing, so the impression was not deep enough, right?"

"Corporal punishment is not good, verbal abuse is not good either. Education is mostly about teaching by example. Those who rely on beatings and scolding to achieve results are just low-class people who are just seeking fame and reputation."

"...How dare you speak so loudly to me in a place like this!"

Yang Wuqu had no intention of letting his own children go through the same torture that his brothers had gone through. He was simply angry at the sight of his third brother's miserable appearance.

"What do you think? Tell me everything. Even if I am not dead, I probably won't be able to see you again. Just treat it as expressing your feelings to a dying person before he dies."

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

“…I don’t want this to happen.”