Chinese Superman

Chapter 208 Bronze Buddha Covered in Human Skin, Human Skin Conceals Eeries

Xia Xinghan stopped.

The old monk had his back to him, his voice hoarse, trembling, and weak: "I—I opened it myself."

The words fell.

The thin slit on his back, where skin and flesh separated, slowly opened.

It's like opening a door.

The old monk's skin slowly split open from the back, rolling back to reveal what lay beneath—

In an instant.

A thick, hazy mist seeped from the cracks in the skin, so dense it seemed to pierce through, like a prisoner who had been trapped for ten years finally finding his way out.

The fog churned, and countless roars echoed from within, some sharp like a baby's cry, others deep like muffled thunder, densely packed and layered, sending chills down one's spine.

Diffusely visible, countless shadows were writhing in the fog.

The shadows were strangely shaped; some were as thin as snakes, some as large as mountains, some resembled countless tentacles entwined together, and some had no fixed form at all.

They roamed, roared, and struggled in the fog, as if they were about to burst out at any moment.

But next second.

The roars abruptly ceased.

All the surging shadows froze simultaneously.

It was as if they were frightened by something invisible.

The fog churned a few times, and then—instead of rushing out, it abruptly began to shrink back.

It retracted into the empty shell behind the crack, not daring to make a move.

Xia Xinghan stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the receding mist, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

The old monk stood frozen in place, his human skin flipped open to reveal an empty shell inside—or rather, not empty.

There was no flesh or bones inside, only a hazy, constantly writhing mist, exuding a dreamlike and eerie aura, and within the mist, the shadows of countless monsters could be vaguely seen.

His body had long been hollowed out by termites.

All that's left is a skin.

Inside the skin are the coordinates of the [Misty Apocalypse]!

【The Apocalypse of the Mist】has not completely disappeared, but has left traces, attempting to make a comeback.

In fact, as Earth's will gradually becomes strained, the "Misty Apocalypse," which left its coordinates, will inevitably rise from the ashes and invade again at the fastest speed.

Xia Xinghan nodded slightly, as if confirming something.

"I see."

He took half a step around the old monk, his gaze fixed on the ever-writhing mist.

"After your physical body was hollowed out, the coordinates of the Mist Apocalypse were hidden inside. Is this the deal you made with the Mist Apocalypse?"

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The old monk did not answer; he simply stood frozen in place.

The open skin trembled slightly, as if it were suppressing something.

"The mist is released to create a paradise for you, a Buddhist kingdom on earth," Xia Xinghan continued. "And you, using this original owner's body, will preserve the mist's coordinates. This allows it to locate this place at any time and descend here at any moment."

He paused.

"To transcend material possessions and become a true 'Buddha'?"

The old monk's skin trembled even more violently.

Xia Xinghan glanced at him and said calmly, "Let's put them together."

The old monk was taken aback.

"The Mist Apocalypse can't do anything to me." Xia Xinghan's tone was calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary. "If I didn't have some things to deal with, to find out that elusive evil god's clone, I would have entered the Mist Apocalypse long ago and personally suppressed this apocalyptic world."

The old monk's skin trembled violently.

The ever-writhing mist seemed to understand these words, and frantically shrank back, retreating to the deepest part of the crack, never daring to peek out again.

Xia Xinghan's gaze fell on the mist, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

The smile was faint, so faint that it was almost invisible.

But the old monk saw it.

That one glance made him realize that his little schemes were a joke from beginning to end.

He wanted Xia Xinghan to open his human skin and see the coordinates of the mist inside.

That was indeed an open conspiracy, a trap laid bare in plain sight!

Look, here are the coordinates of the Mist Apocalypse. Do you want to see them? If you do, you might be attacked by the Mist. If you don't, you won't know my secrets.

But he never expected this.

Xia Xinghan read it.

After I looked at it, nothing happened.

The fog that could plunge the entire Southeast Asia into chaos once again, under this person's gaze, shrank back like a mouse seeing a cat, desperately retreating until it dared not move.

A deep sense of disappointment flashed in the old monk's eyes.

That was the only hope.

Now, it's all over.

He didn't struggle or resist; he simply raised his hand obediently, his arm flipping backward as if it had no joints, grabbing the exposed human skin on both sides, and slowly closing it up as if putting on clothes.

"hiss"

The slit closed again, perfectly shut, as if it had never been opened.

The old monk stood still, his body hunched over, motionless.

"It originates from a higher dimension of mist, and because of the different dimensions, it can hide its tracks right under my nose."

"However, this kind of trick can only be used once, not twice. I also know how the evil god's clone hides, and it's probably similar to this method."

"But it's commendable that it managed to hide from my super vision for several years."

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Xia Xinghan shook his head and didn't look at the human skin again.

He turned around and walked toward the bronze Buddha statue with four faces and eight arms.

The Buddha statue hung in mid-air, its eight eyes staring intently at him, yet daring not to make a move.

Xia Xinghan extended his hand.

Casually tapping the bronze skin of the Buddha statue.

"Click."

The bronze shattered.

But what was exposed at the crack was not metal, not jade, but—flesh and blood.

Bright red flesh and blood, still pulsating slightly!

Xia Xinghan withdrew his hand, looked at the crack, and smiled.

His smile held a hint of mockery and a touch of melancholy.

"Humans want to become Buddhas, but Buddhas try every means to become flesh-and-blood human beings."

He shook his head.

"Ridiculous. Pathetic."

The bronze Buddha statue froze in mid-air, the light in its eight eyes flashing intensely, but it ultimately made no sound.

Xia Xinghan turned around and looked at the old monk: "No need to be nervous."

The old monk raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with doubt.

"I will not destroy you or this utopia until the evil god's avatar completely reveals its true colors."

Xia Xinghan first glanced at the crowd who were still sitting cross-legged and chanting sutras, then looked over the roof of the temple and out into the mist.

"Enjoy this last illusion."

"Because—the dream is about to end."

at the same time.

Outside the Misty Valley.

Hong Xueyi and several Gao family martial artists stood guard on the outer perimeter, occasionally glancing at the hazy mist.

A martial artist from the Gao family paced back and forth, his brow furrowed.

"Lord Gao Ming has been inside for so long, why haven't we heard anything yet?"

Another martial artist from the Gao family glanced at the communicator: "There's no signal at all. Could something have happened?"

"Don't talk nonsense," the third Gao family warrior retorted. "Lord Gao Ming is at the peak of the Pseudo-Core Formation realm and possesses a priceless heirloom. How could anything have happened to him?"

"Then why haven't we heard anything?"

silence.

Hong Xueyi stood aside, listening to their argument, and suddenly spoke up.

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"No movement means something's happened."

Several martial artists from the Gao family looked at him at the same time.

Hong Xueyi pointed at the fog, his voice low but firm and resolute: "Lord Gao Ming, Captain Cao, Brother Xinghan, Wei Gang and the others—so many people, such a strong lineup, and they didn't even make a ripple after going in. Do you think that's normal?"

No one answered.

"Going in now will only be like the Calabash Brothers trying to save their grandfather," Hong Xueyi continued. "They'll get trapped one by one, only increasing the casualties."

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One of the martial artists from the Gao family frowned: "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Cut your losses now." Hong Xueyi looked at him. "This 'world outside the wall' is too dangerous. Danger lurks everywhere; no one knows what we'll encounter next. We need to go back and report the situation."

"But—" the Gao family warrior hesitated, "Gao Ming is a core member of the family. If we abandon him and don't help, what will happen to the Gao family—"

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"Going back to get reinforcements is still a form of rescue, isn't it?" Hong Xueyi interrupted him. "What will happen if we just stay here and wait? Will we collect the bodies after everyone is dead?"

The Gao family martial artists exchanged glances.

That makes sense.

"Yes, go back and get reinforcements."

"Let's go, let's go. I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place for even a second longer."

Persuaded, the group turned and sped off towards the Kunpeng.

Hong Xueyi took one last look at the mist, a glint of excitement and malice flashing in his eyes.

"The world inside the Great Firewall, here I come!"

Then he turned around and followed.

A certain team of Company A.

A scarred man stood under a tree, wiping the blood off his knife.

Several team members followed behind him, organizing their equipment.

A young team member approached, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Captain Shi Feng, the Night Demon's weakness is clearly its fear of light, so why did you—release incorrect information?"

Shi Feng stopped wiping his knife and looked up.

The scar looked menacing in the sunlight.

He gave a cold laugh.

"Doesn't fire produce light?"

The young player was taken aback.

Shi Feng continued, "My report isn't entirely wrong. Fire can indeed deal with Night Demons, it's just a bit inefficient."

He paused, then sheathed the sword.

"Besides, the more of their people die, the fewer competitors we'll have."

The young player opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Shi Feng patted him on the shoulder, his tone becoming gentler.

"Let's go back to the Kunpeng."

He gazed into the distance, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen."

And so, propelled by some unseen force, one team after another returned to the Kunpeng.

Some were completely intact, while others suffered heavy losses, but without exception, all ended their explorations prematurely.

More and more people gathered on the deck of the Kunpeng.

The white-haired elder, the Second Master of the Gao family, stood on the bridge, his brows furrowed as he looked down at the disarrayed warriors returning.

"What happened?" he asked the person next to him. "How come they're all back after such a short time?"

Before the person next to them could answer, the alarm suddenly went off.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo!"

The piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire Kunpeng.

On the radar screen, countless red dots surged in from all directions.

"Second Master!" The communications soldier's voice trembled. "A large number of monsters are approaching! The numbers—the numbers are uncountable!"

Master Gao's expression changed, and he rushed to the porthole.

In the distance, on the horizon, a black line is spreading.

That's not a line.

That's the tide.

It is a black tide formed by the convergence of countless monsters.