Chapter 163: Smooth Capture
Breaking free from Li Duojin’s grasp, Wang Zijin pulled back her opened collar, her sinister eyes reflecting cold light like ice blades, chillingly intimidating, “Why do you know?”
“Your father told me.” Li Duojin put his hands in his pockets, calmly looking at the other party, “Speaking of which, it was you who guided us there, wasn’t it? It’s just that nothing went as you wished, and we didn’t die.”
Wang Zijin’s facial expression was as gloomy as water, staring straight at Li Duojin.
“Actually, if it was just escaping from death in Jinma Mountain, I would at most deepen my suspicion of you without concrete evidence, but the coincidence is that I can see things others can’t, like your father who no longer exists.” Li Duojin explained unhurriedly, as if feeling no pressure from the other’s hostile gaze, and continued, “And fortunately, it was your father’s mad soul that shouted your name when entering the dimension where the Inverted Creator resides, which finally made me realize the trick you were hiding.”
Wang Zijin clenched her fists tightly, and despite the surging crowd, she felt Li Duojin’s not-so-loud voice deafening.
“Yes, the ritual you conducted this time was very strange, with the ritual’s host also being the sacrificer, and the sacrificer’s identity can even be passed on. We should have realized that such a lax ritual doesn’t fit the Inverted Creator’s ‘noble arrogance’; without a perfect ritual, the Inverted Creator wouldn’t descend at all.
But that doesn’t mean you worshippers of the Inverted Creator didn’t want to summon the great Inverted Creator in your hearts to reality.
You actually wanted to summon the Inverted Creator, but not through a ritual split into several parts; instead, you planned to do it with several separate rituals!” Li Duojin gazed at Wang Zijin, saying coldly, “The giant skeleton I encountered in the cave under the Jinma Mountain sinkhole is actually the shell shed by an abnormal god, right?
Kong Mo, the Molter, the being from the taboo books circulated in the Inverted Sanctuary organization, offspring of the Inverted Creator and the Transcendent of All Things, the most loyal and most ‘filial’ offspring to the Inverted Creator.
You thought you could use Kong Mo’s shell to summon Kong Mo’s consciousness back into the shell He once shed, then have Kong Mo lead the Inverted Sanctuary members to perform the true advent ritual for the Inverted Creator… if I haven’t guessed wrong.”
The more she listened to Li Duojin, the more irritated Wang Zijin became; the hatred and anger on her face could no longer be suppressed, and she gritted her teeth, saying lowly, “That’s impossible; humans alone can’t possibly escape the great Kong Mo’s pursuit!”
Li Duojin nodded and said frankly, “Yeah, indeed, without help this time, I really almost died in the underground river.”
Wang Zijin was unconvinced, “Just knowing this, you couldn’t possibly realize what I want to do; how could you find me here.”
“Of course, the ritual you want for Kong Mo to descend back into the original molted shell—I actually already researched some clues. This ritual can open a passage for the other-dimensional Kong Mo to descend into the display world, and it also opens a cave entrance to the dimension where the Inverted Creator resides; the departed souls serve as the energy to open and maintain the two passages, and you ritual hosts, that is, the sacrificers, can send your own consciousness to the Inverted Creator’s side by sacrificing your flesh to Kong Mo.
Afterwards, you will receive the Inverted Creator’s bounty, gain eternal life, and stay ahead by the Inverted Creator’s side, realizing your great ‘ideal’.” Li Duojin emphasized “ideal” through gritted teeth, his tone full of irony and provocation, seemingly quite disdainful of these madmen’s “wish,” “To speed up the ritual’s completion, what would you do? Something like Zheng Yu obviously can’t speed it up, so is there another method?”
Li Duojin glanced at the other’s shoulder bag, knowing full well it contained a remotely detonable bomb, “After I returned alive, the first thing I did was have my friend investigate your background; you studied chemistry in university, and your research direction was surprisingly chemical explosives, so I immediately guessed your plan was to make a sufficiently huge bomb, right? And mobile phone remote control would be the least conspicuous detonation method.
As for your whereabouts, no need to guess; I casually asked someone to check, and I immediately figured out your destination. Right here, the place in this city with the highest daily traffic.
He shook the electronic pulse stick in his hand and said, “Of course, honestly, I was also gambling, and gambling big—betting I could arrive before you acted, betting this thing wouldn’t accidentally trigger the bomb, or I’d become an eternal sinner.
But luckily… I won the bet.” Li Duojin grinned.
Wang Zijin breathed heavily; Li Duojin’s mocking voice drove her mad, even to the point of losing reason emotionally, repeating a phrase from her mouth that grew louder, “Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable…”
With that, Wang Zijin raised her shoulder bag, wanting to make a final resistance, but she actually knew that from the moment Li Duojin appeared, she had no chance of winning.
Her voice almost as faint as a mosquito’s hum, in an instant, Wang Zijin’s arms were swiftly pierced by something moving at high speed, blood mist exploding; the shoulder bag, unsupported by her hands, immediately fell from her grasp, and that high-speed object embedded into the floor, leaving a bullet hole.
Li Duojin still wanted to reach out to catch the shoulder bag, but several “passersby” he thought were simply walking by Wang Zijin suddenly surged forward with uncanny coordination; some quickly controlled Wang Zijin, while others caught the bomb-storing shoulder bag swiftly and accurately.
It turned out these people were mystic investigators disguised as passersby; they had followed him under Yu Lianyun’s instructions to assist in the operation.
Wang Zijin shouted in anger, but all this was just her powerless, futile resistance.
The passersby walking on The Bund saw this scene and thought it was law enforcement officers capturing criminal thugs or something; the crowd just wanted to gather and watch, but they were immediately persuaded away by the law enforcement officers hidden in the surroundings and began securing the scene.
“It’s all your fault; you deserve to die!” With her head pressed firmly to the ground, her face almost deformed, Wang Zijin could only glare sideways at Li Duojin with impotent angry curses.
Li Duojin ignored the other party, not even caring as she was detained and loaded into the transport vehicle; he just gazed into the distance toward Jinma Mountain, murmuring, “Things are far from over yet.”
