Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

Upon hearing this, the shaman Garlo's indifferent expression finally showed a noticeable change, an undisguised disgust and disdain:

"The Son of God? Those hypocrites who masquerade as gods, do they even deserve to be compared with us, the devout followers of the 'God of Bones'?"

He scoffed, as if Shen Zhen had mentioned something extremely filthy.

"They lurk in the shadows, plotting and stealing power; they know nothing of the purity and glory of offering blood and souls to the gods!"

He paused, his cold gaze sweeping over Shen Zhen with a condescending tone that seemed to say, "I'll let you die knowing why."

"However... the four-year-old case you mentioned could very well be the work of those rats. Chaos is always their best breeding ground."

Shen Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted!

really!

The "Guides" and the "Children of God" and "Messengers of God" are two groups.

The tragedy in Chiyang County four years ago, the death of Lin Wanru, the mother, was surprisingly complicated.

In a flash, numerous clues were frantically connected and deduced in his mind:

Did Prince Feng Xun instruct Jin Wanquan to secretly deliver the Nianchen Liquid in order to weaken the temple's influence through the "Divine Child"? And what roles did the Wolf Batu tribe and the "Guide" play in this, seizing profits amidst the chaos, or even fueling the flames?

But there was one thing he hadn't considered: the "guide" and Feng Xun might actually be in cahoots, and he hadn't yet connected the clues to that point.

One last question.

Shen Zhen stared intently at the shaman: "What exactly are you planning to do by purchasing large quantities of 'Heart-Sinking Essence' through Hogwarts? Are you trying to use it to sacrifice to the so-called 'God of Bones,' attempting to borrow His filthy divine power?"

The shaman's eyes suddenly sharpened, as if his deepest secret had been exposed. A cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, but it quickly transformed into a faint smile that was almost pity.

"Kid, you know too much."

You should feel honored that I've gone to so much trouble to answer so many of your questions.

An unstable blackish-red light began to surge around him, a sign that his life essence was about to be burned.

"Now, pay the price of hearing the divine decree with your life and soul!"

He raised his bone staff, and the eerie light of his burning essence and blood intensified once more, clearly indicating that he was about to launch a fatal attack.

However, the instant he finished speaking, Shen Zhen suddenly roared to the sky, his voice shattering the night:

"Mother! Today, your son will avenge your blood debt!!"

He turned back, his gaze as cold as ice, fixing on the shaman:

"Four years have passed, and Jin Wanquan was the first! You're the second!"

The shaman was taken aback, a look of surprise flashing across his face: "Jin Wanquan? Who's that?" He then angrily retorted:

"Arrogant! Whoever you are, you're going to die today!"

But Shen Zhen no longer needed his answer.

"If your so-called god requires the slaughter of the innocent and the draining of their lifeblood for offerings, then this god—" He gazed at the night sky, closed his eyes, and spoke each word slowly and deliberately, his voice resounding through the heavens:

"I will—then—behead—it!"

In the night sky, the thick dark clouds seemed to be shaken by this vow-like declaration, and suddenly a crack appeared, and a ray of cold moonlight pierced through the darkness, falling precisely on the green lamp in his hand.

Bathed in moonlight, the lamp's flame suddenly flared, as if resonating with the ancient天地 (heaven and earth).

Shen Zhen's words were as cold as ice.

"Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and slay you, the so-called followers of the 'God of Bones'!"

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the shaman.

"The slaying of gods begins with you!"

He took a deep breath, suppressing all his turbulent emotions—his longing for his mother, his thirst for the truth, and his overwhelming hatred for his enemies—and transforming them into the purest and coldest fighting will.

He raised his hand to stop Morigen, Ye Zhiqi, and others who wanted to step forward to help.

"Gentlemen, please do not interfere. This is a personal grudge between him and me, and I must settle it myself."

This hatred is my personal vendetta; but this justice is justice for all the innocent people they have harmed.

Today, I will not only avenge my mother, but also act on behalf of Heaven!

Shen Zhen silently recited the words in his heart, his gaze becoming increasingly resolute.

Chen Xi hesitated, looking at Shen Zhen's resolute back, and suddenly her image overlapped with that of the figure in the desert oasis who killed the monster to save her.

He was wounded and exhausted then; now, his silhouette exudes an even more profound loneliness.

A thought stirred within her, a mixture of worry and an indescribable connection—trust, heartache, and a longing to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

In the end, she bit her lower lip tightly, turning all her words into a silent gaze. Her grip on the weapon tightened, as if she were ready to cut through all dangers for him in the next second.

"Early stage of the second tier, where does your confidence come from?" The shaman glanced at him disdainfully.

A great battle erupted instantly.

Although the shaman was injured, his attacks remained fierce as he burned his life essence.

He raised his bone staff and activated "Yellow Springs Transference: Eternal Netherflame" once more.

A rushing phantom of the underworld, within which countless vengeful spirits struggled and wailed, until finally all the pain and resentment converged into a ball of black underworld flames that seemed capable of burning eternity.

However, due to his serious injuries, his power this time was far less than at his peak. Although the black Netherflame was fierce, it also showed a hint of weakness.

But Shen Zhen didn't dare to take it head-on. He retreated quickly, activated the Shadow Strike, and dodged with two afterimages.

But the Netherflame was like a living thing, able to track and divide, devouring the afterimages one by one, forcing the true body into a perilous situation.

"Be careful, sir! Don't touch that old ghost's Netherflame!" Agutuo shouted a warning from behind the crowd, his tone exaggerated, trying to "earn merit" in this way.

The shaman glanced at it and said angrily:

"Traitor, I'll deal with you later!" He became even more impatient with Shen Zhen's attacks.

As the Netherflame reached his body, Shen Zhen's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly summoned the Azure Lamp.

hum!

The blue lamp shone brightly, its soft yet resilient light forming a barrier that kept the Netherflame at bay.

The ghostly flames burned with a bluish light, emitting a "sizzling" sound, but could hardly advance an inch.

"What?" The shaman was shocked. His Netherflame was supposed to burn everything. "Damn it, my injuries are still too severe. I can't even unleash one-tenth of its power."

Taking advantage of his distraction, Shen Zhen activated the green lamp with all her might.

The lamp flame flickered, and the purifying power surged forth, actually enveloping, purifying, and dissipating the pitch-black Netherflame into nothingness!

The shaman suffered a backlash, letting out a muffled groan as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his life force waning further.

Although Shen Zhen's mental power had been largely restored with the help of pills and Yi Tianxing, as well as his own meditation, he still dared not be careless in the face of the shaman.

He knew that the shaman must still have some trump cards up his sleeve.

The shaman, Garlo, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes a mixture of madness and rage. He stared at the ancient lamp in Shen Zhen's hand, which emitted a soft blue light, and hissed:

"The Night Watchman's lamp... truly extraordinary! But such a sacred object is far beyond the reach of an ant like you!"

The shaman grinned maliciously, said no more, and plunged his bone staff into his chest. Blood gushed out, but instead of dripping, it drifted eerily toward the altar.

He muttered incantations, and the blood transformed into shimmering crimson runes. These runes swirled and formed a massive crimson vortex above the altar.

"God of Bones, I am your most devout follower. I am willing to offer twenty years of my lifespan in exchange for the power you grant me to crush these ants who dare to defy you!"

This shaman actually sacrificed his own lifespan to summon the power of the ethereal "God of Bones".

As the shaman chanted, a crimson vortex surged, and an ancient being seemed to awaken from its slumber at the altar, accompanied by the arrival of a powerful will.

An extremely terrifying aura erupted from the shaman, his previously weak aura instantly becoming strong, his eyes flashing with blood-red light, like a demon returned from hell.

"You should feel honored to die by the power of God!"

The shaman laughed wildly, his voice seemingly coming from the depths of hell.

Shen Zhen's expression was solemn. The secret technique that this shaman used at the cost of self-harm was clearly not easy to deal with.