Virtue is Abundant

Chapter 88 The King Who Killed Himself!

after an hour.

Wu Xiaode has already flown out of the coastline, soaring over the vast sea.

According to the navigation, it should be almost there.

He looked around, and sure enough, he saw a rocky island.

is it here?

Asuka took out his phone and glanced at it.

Well, here it is.

He flew down, turned into a human again, and looked around.

I saw that the entire island was only as big as a football field, and there seemed to be nothing but the messy stones all over the ground.

strangeness.

This is it!

The Book of the Dead opened automatically, revealing a map.

It really is this island.

There is a striking red mark on the back of the island, with text written beside it:

"The red mark is the last safe house underground, and its access code is:"

"734876X34235SG12P"

"Locker Password: D76892V19652537"

"Safe house coordinates: 32°20′ north latitude, 64°45′ west longitude;"

"Underground: 135.12 meters."

Yes, the target is 135.12 meters underground!

But how will this go on?

He walked around the island and found the red mark.

Pushing aside the pile of rocks on the ground, Wu Xiaode suddenly found a rusty iron gate hidden underneath.

The iron door seemed to be embedded in the ground, it was tightly closed, and I didn't know how to open it.

There is a microphone icon drawn on the iron gate, which has become somewhat blurred after years of erosion.

Wu Xiaode looked up at the Book of the Dead.

access code...

He cleared his throat and read: "734876X34235SG12P."

Waited for a while.

Rumble——

The iron door opened automatically, revealing a broken passage facing downwards.

Wu Xiaode walked in.

The iron door closed tightly behind him immediately.

boom!

The echo kept ringing, and it took a while to calm down.

no light.

It was dark all around.

Wu Xiaode released the silent magic mist, and the whole person was enveloped in the magic mist, and continued to walk down.

Soon he came to a corridor.

There is a long row of lockers beside the corridor, and looking forward, there is an iron door.

locker...

Wu Xiaode walked to the row of lockers, and clicked "Get Items" on the access interface.

A keyboard popped up quickly and asked him to enter the password.

Wu Xiaode glanced at the Book of the Dead, and quickly entered a line of passwords:

D76892V19652537.

——I really don’t know how those undead officers got these passwords.

Didi!

There was a rattling sound from the locker.

Snapped!

A cabinet door popped open.

I saw a badge and a letter in the cabinet.

Wu Xiaode first took out the letter, opened it, and saw a few lines of small characters written on a torn blank page:

"We don't have long to live."

"In order to fight against this despair, today, all of us worked together to kill a 'participant', and even his soul was completely torn apart by us."

"Except for me, everyone chose to commit suicide."

"—this is to keep a secret."

"After all, it's the only hope."

"I'm responsible for putting the 'participant' badge here for posterity."

"As a necromancer, I will save my soul and find a way to select suitable candidates from among the awakened humans."

"If you read this letter, it proves that I chose you."

"Go and see the truth of this world."

"If you can, please do something."

"Even if—"

"It's for yourself."

"PS: Put on the 'Participant' badge, and consume 1 point of soul power every minute to activate its power."

"It lets everyone know you're a 'participant.'"

Wu Xiaode stretched out his hand, took out the badge, spread it on the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully.

It's a square badge, a bit like a cell phone, but only one finger long and two fingers wide.

I saw a few lines of small words on the badge:

"Current scene: school."

"User: Protoss Empire."

School?

What does it mean?

Wu Xiaode wore the badge on his chest.

Almost instantly, several lines of small ice crystal characters appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"You consumed a little soul power and activated the 'Participant' badge."

"Current soul power: 3/11."

"You are a 'participant'."

"Now you can enter that iron gate."

Wu Xiaode pondered for a while, strode towards the iron gate, and pushed it open.

Boom!

The door closed behind him.

Wu Xiaode found himself standing in a school classroom.

There were seven or eight people standing around.

There was only one person sitting on the podium with a cigar in his mouth and his legs crossed.

He has a full beard, and his eyes are cold and fierce.

Opposite him, a blood-drenched teenager was pinned by two people, knelt on the ground, and groaned in pain.

The boy had obviously been tortured, and there was no good flesh left on his body.

When Wu Xiaode appeared, everyone looked at him.

"It's a participant." Someone said.

"Ah, it's my own, so there's no need to worry about him, let's continue." The man sitting on the podium flicked his cigarette ash and said.

Everyone's eyes focused on the boy again.

"I'm really...just a high school student...why are you hitting me..."

The boy's face was full of tears, and he said in an innocent and painful tone.

He vomited blood continuously from his mouth, and it seemed that he could not survive.

—he even wore a school uniform.

Everyone around laughed.

"Hahaha, he said he was a high school student!"

"Did you hear that?"

"My God, this prison is so interesting, he actually thinks he is a high school student!"

Wu Xiaode didn't want to look too out of place, so he laughed out loud.

The Book of the Dead opened before his eyes:

"You consumed a little soul power and activated the 'Participant' badge."

"Current soul power: 2/11."

"You are a 'participant'."

A minute passed so quickly!

Wu Xiaode felt a little nervous.

The crow quietly appeared, landed on his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Be careful, these people are very unusual. If I replenish your soul power here, they will immediately perceive it."

"Understood." Wu Xiaode said.

The current minute has already started.

After this minute has passed, there are still two minutes.

I have to figure things out within these three minutes, and then find an excuse to avoid these people.

Everyone laughed for a while.

The man sitting on the podium stroked his beard, seemed to be a little disappointed, waved his hand and said:

"I've had enough beatings, and the torture is almost done. I think it's better to wake up his ability quickly, and then take it away."

"Good idea, but once his ability is awakened, the punishment mechanism of the prison will be activated." Someone said.

"It's just asking for money. I'll pay for it—go, wake up his ability." The man with the beard said.

Everyone gradually became serious.

Four men with powerful auras stepped forward, surrounded the young man, and chanted long spells one after another.

The man with the beard said in a low voice:

"Alfonso, you cruel king, now I want to take away your great power and use it to create my own empire."

The spell is over.

The boy remained kneeling on the ground motionless.

But a round of brilliant light suddenly shot out from his body and enveloped him.

He was in a kind of bewilderment.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The boy's expression and temperament have changed.

"Pooh!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at the man on the opposite podium.

"You came to the prison to find me just to steal my abilities?" the boy said in a teasing tone.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"That's not right, why did you awaken your memory?" the man wondered.

The young man laughed loudly: "My ability is so powerful, there must be people coveting it, so I used up the last of my strength to seal the ability in the memory. Once the ability is to be awakened, the memory must be awakened first—"

"Your plan has failed!"

"Alfonso, because of you, the entire Starship Fleet was destroyed. It's all your fault." The man said.

The boy laughed and said, "Poor little boy, how are you doing now? Do you still have a sense of justice when you are slaves?"

Snapped!

He was slapped.

The man roared angrily: "The Protoss Empire has indeed conquered us, but our life is much better than before - if you hadn't opposed them with all your strength, my father and sister would not have died on the battlefield, it's all your fault!"

The young man said with serious eyes: "Let me guess, are you free to buy and sell organs now? All kinds of spiritual poisons are no longer prohibited? People can go to the Protoss Empire to work as low-level workers as long as they sell their dignity? All the veins are controlled by the Protoss Empire? Let me tell you, you are finished."

"Shut up! At least we are still alive, and you have been thrown into prison!" the man snapped.

"My only failure is that I was overconfident when I was under siege," the young man sneered, "and you betrayed everyone in exchange for your own temporary safety—maybe you can fool yourself, but one day, you will know Be a dog."

"Go! Deprive him of his abilities!" the man shouted loudly.

Seven or eight men stepped forward together, and took out strange devices one after another, and were about to put them on the young man.

"Don't even think about it." The boy said calmly.

He stands still.

puff!

A streak of blood shot out from his body.

The young man slowly lowered his gaze.

His eyes were full of disdain, he looked down at the crowd, and said the last word:

"Idiots."

His head hit the ground heavily.

he died.

There was a silence.

Several men looked at each other in dismay, and said in panic: "My lord, I haven't had time..."

"Forget it, he would rather die than hand over his ability," the man stood up from the podium, and said in a dispirited way: "This place will be used by demons soon, let's go."

"Killing Alfonso, the protoss should be satisfied." One person said.

"Of course, someone is watching this matter."

"It's complete."

Everyone quickly echoed.

Their figures gradually disappeared and disappeared from the classroom.

One minute left!

Wu Xiaode walked up to the boy's headless corpse and sized him up carefully.

The soul in this body looks like the monarch of a high-level human civilization!

Even such a character is imprisoned in the prison of sin.

Tsk.

So, who am I?

Wu Xiaode was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and suddenly remembered another thing.