bookbashuk Chapter 11: Second Resurrection?
Chapter 11: Second Resurrection?
Zhenhe Iron.
Legend has it that this is a talisman left behind by Yu the Great when he was controlling the floods. It has mysteriously revived and possesses special abilities!
The remaining fragments and other materials were refined to form the iron block in my hand today.
It possesses absolute dominance over all other galactic anomalies.
Cangjiang City is located in Lianhai Province, where almost all of the province's rivers and lakes converge.
The Yangtze River flows through the city center, like a giant, gray-black python, lying quietly in the middle of the city. It branches out into countless tributaries and artificial waterways, weaving a dense network of waterways that frames the entire city.
In times of peace, these rivers are a source of wealth.
Countless people rely on the water for their livelihood, including those in shipping, fishing, and tourism.
Riverside properties are ridiculously expensive, simply because they offer river views from the windows.
In this bizarre resurgence, they are a disaster.
No one knows what's hidden beneath the surface.
Some people saw a pale face floating on the river, some heard a woman crying under the bridge pier, and others claimed that they had been dragged into the water. The next day, the body floated up three miles downstream. There were no wounds on its body, but its eyes, ears, and nostrils were filled with black silt.
It is precisely because of its unique geographical location that Cangjiang City possesses Zhenhe Railway.
Night fell.
The fear of the dark made the people in the old town surrounding the river instinctively retreat into their homes.
Along the main riverbank, the door of a black minivan opened, and two figures stepped out one after the other.
Zhou Gang walked in front; he was in his early forties, with a robust build and a buzz cut that made him look very imposing.
He was wearing a gray jacket, his right hand always in his pocket, gripping the Zhenhe Iron.
Xu Meng followed behind, her hair tied in a high ponytail, her windbreaker zipped up to her chin.
He was carrying a decapitation sword, the blade wrapped in strips of cloth, but faint traces of blood were seeping from beneath the cloth.
The two arrived at the riverbank.
In the darkness, the faint streetlights along the riverbank illuminated the water, which was crystal clear.
The moonlight spilled onto the water's surface, breaking into patches of silvery-white light, creating a scene that looked serene and beautiful.
But even the clearest water cannot conceal the specks of black smoke emanating from the center of the river.
The black mist surged up from the riverbed, like countless thin, black tentacles, slowly wriggling beneath the surface.
Occasionally, one or two wisps of black smoke would rise from the water's surface, spreading into the air with a mixed smell of rotting aquatic plants and old, bloody stench.
"The Myriad Souls Water Corpse has awakened and should realize that it has lost control over the other tributaries." Zhou Gang stared at the gradually thickening Yin energy, his expression solemn.
He gripped the Zhenhe Iron in his right hand, a thin layer of sweat seeping from his palm.
"This is also an opportunity." Xu Meng gripped the decapitation sword tightly, her eyes gleaming with eagerness.
The Myriad Souls Water Corpse is an A-level anomaly, but the Abnormal Bureau has killed A-level anomalies before.
The thing in the mirror last time took three days and three nights to deal with, and two teammates died before it was finally dealt with.
But what's in this river is ten times more bizarre and troublesome than the mirror.
The problem is that this thing is hiding underwater.
You can't just dive down and fight it—the underwater world is its domain; light, oxygen, and maneuverability are all determined by it.
Draining the river is even more impossible; the tributaries in the old city are connected to the moat. How long would it take you to drain them?
"I don't think so." Zhou Gang shook his head, his gaze fixed on the increasingly thick black mist on the river surface.
"Although the Myriad Souls Water Corpse was enraged by losing control of the tributary, the water spirit was no match for it. Although the water spirit appeared strangely, it was not strong enough."
He paused, then added, "At least for now, it doesn't seem enough."
"The most likely outcome is assimilation."
Zhou Gang and Xu Meng walked to the riverbank.
The closer you get, the more terrifying the aura emanating from the Myriad Souls Water Corpse becomes.
It was a pressure mixed with decay, despair, and rage, like an invisible hand gripping a person's throat, making it hard to breathe.
Xu Meng's decapitation blade trembled slightly under the strip of cloth, emitting a low hum.
"Do you know why the former director chose to suppress the seal?" Zhou Gang asked calmly.
The sound was very soft, but it was exceptionally clear in the almost absolute silence by the river.
"Why?" Xu Meng turned her head away.
"The Myriad Souls Water Corpse, as the name suggests, is formed from the condensation of tens of thousands of souls." Zhou Gang's voice was as calm as if he were reading a report, but the content was chilling.
"Since its birth, more than a hundred people have died in this tributary lake. Tens of thousands of souls and hundreds of corpses are its true form. To completely destroy it, you have to kill it a hundred times."
He turned to look at Xu Meng, the light from the streetlamp reflecting a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"When this river has drowned tens of thousands of people, and he has completely merged with the corpses of those tens of thousands of people, he will break through to A-level and become an S-level anomaly! A calamity-level anomaly."
"With its ability to resurrect a hundred times, do you think that newly born river spirit is a match for the Myriad Souls Water Corpse?"
Xu Meng remained silent for a few seconds, her grip on the knife tightening and loosening repeatedly.
"So our purpose here is very simple," Zhou Gang continued, "to test whether this water spirit can communicate. If it can, we'll join forces to deal with the Ten Thousand Souls Water Corpse. If not, we'll continue sealing it and try to save this spirit, to see if it can cooperate with the members of the Bureau."
"I see." Xu Meng nodded.
Riverbed.
The water pressure in the main riverbed made all sounds muffled and distorted.
There was almost no light, except for the occasional faint moonlight seeping through the water, forming a few blurry beams of light in the murky river.
Mu Yuan stood on the riverbed, surrounded by a light blue film of water that kept the river water out.
Behind him, five sailors stood silently, like five silent shadows, motionless.
Mu Yuan stared coldly at the enormous corpse on the main riverbed ahead.
Ten Thousand Souls Water Corpse
It lay in a natural ditch in the middle of the riverbed, surrounded by countless screaming souls.
The faces of the souls were vaguely discernible—some were old, some were children, and some were young—their mouths agape, as if they were letting out a final roar before death.
But no sound came out—the river swallowed everything.
The main body is a giant, bloated corpse, over three meters long, with its limbs twisted and spread out.
The corpse was covered with bizarre human limbs, some like an infant's arms, others like an adult's feet, densely embedded in the rotting flesh, swaying slightly with the flow of water.
The most disgusting part is its abdomen.
Something was wriggling inside, like a living creature gnawing and churning inside the corpse's abdominal cavity. Occasionally, a finger or a strand of hair would float out from the crack and be carried away by the water.
In addition, there were more than a dozen low-level monsters around the Wanhun Water Corpse—water ghosts, water monkeys, kappa-like creatures of all sizes, lying around it like a group of devout believers surrounding their god—within this range of tens of meters, no matter how much Mu Yuan's passive evolutionary power was worn down, it could not be completely eliminated.
During the day, while the Myriad Souls Water Corpse was sealed and asleep, Mu Yuan used his evolutionary power to purify all the tributary evil energy except for the main stream.
The low-level anomalies hidden in those smaller tributaries were powerless against his evolutionary power, melting away like frost under the sun.
But as long as the mainstream Ten Thousand Souls Water Corpse exists, its dissipated malevolent energy will be replenished forever. Unless it is completely eradicated.
Mu Yuan was indeed somewhat surprised to hear Zhou Gang's words.
One hundred resurrections.
It means that every time you kill it, it reshapes itself using a corpse and a batch of souls.
It will only truly die after being killed a hundred times.
Unfortunately, it encountered Mu Yuan.
A ninth-rank righteous god.
River God!
A righteous god who holds absolute jurisdiction over an area.
More importantly, it has unique skills exclusive to deities.
【Severing the Source, Returning to Ruins】
Cut off the source.
Especially within their own jurisdiction, they directly sever the connection between body and soul.
The corpses and souls it used to resurrect were nothing more than dead things whose source had been severed within Mu Yuan's jurisdiction.
Want to be resurrected?
dream.