Twilight Speaker

Chapter 67 Why Don’t You Do Taboos?

The old man sat on the sofa with his face twitching.

"Are you heartbroken?" An old voice sounded, and another Dean Wang came out from nowhere:
"That little guy is indeed greedy, but it doesn't matter, everything will only bring greater rewards."

Dean Colossus rubbed his brows:
"I really don't know whether it's right or wrong to cooperate with you, but you're quite brave to come to me directly."

"If it weren't for the Eighth Ring Incident, we wouldn't have sought cooperation with you, and what's wrong with this cooperation?"

The director of the orphanage said calmly:

"You provide us with this perfect vessel to welcome the coming of God and become a [Great Taboo]."

"We will also give you a legitimate opportunity to enter the Nine Rings and help you complete the [Death Ritual] in Saint Luo Square, obtain the Death Domain, and step onto the ladder to godhood."

"It's a win-win situation for both sides."

Upon hearing this, Dean Colossus nodded slightly and immediately reminded:
"Let me make it clear first. I also have a finger bone from your true god."

"No problem. One finger bone in exchange for an unprecedented perfect vessel. The Lord thinks it's a good deal."

The two old men smiled at each other, then left side by side.

After they left.

A shadow in the office moved slightly.

………………

"I see."

After returning to the Eight-Ring Secret Room and confirming that Professor Sura was still in a coma, Chen Xiang retracted part of his shadow and sighed softly.

"That's a good thing."

The mirror suddenly spoke.

“Why don’t you take this opportunity?”

"It's a taboo?"

Chen Xiang's expression changed:
"What do you mean?"

The mirror explained softly:
"Didn't that tiny ant want you to be a vessel, to carry the soul of the god or some of its secondary limbs? Regardless of which one it is, you can turn the tables and absorb part of that god's divinity, resonate with the rules, and become a real taboo."

Become the host? Become a taboo?
Chen Xiang's eyes lit up slightly:

"What needs to be done?"

"How should I know?" The mirror answered very straightforwardly.

Chen Xiang's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to beat up the mirror, gnashing his teeth:
"Then you let me take the initiative?"

The mirror smiled:
"I only know that this is feasible. Your soul origin is above everything else. If He descends as a partial soul, you can simply devour Him. If He descends as a secondary limb."

After thinking for a while, the mirror continued:
"You just need the person of the body to be above His secondary limbs."

Chen Xiang frowned:

"What do you mean by secondary limbs?"

"The true bodies of the gods have all turned into corpses and are left in reality. They will naturally construct new bodies for themselves. The new bodies are considered secondary bodies. I prefer to call them secondary bodies."

"You know, it seems like a lot."

"I'm just replying to your question. It just suddenly occurred to me."

Chen Xiang frowned slightly:

"The body is above God? How is that possible? Are you talking about the ancient ritual that old fox mentioned?"

"That's right!"

The mirror said happily:
“If the old fox you mentioned really used the brain of the seven-headed hellhound, the roots of the immortal tree, and even the blood of the Lord of Death, your body would at least be comparable to that of a saint or even a messenger of heaven, and your status would even be comparable to that of a false god!”

Chen Xiang was thoughtful:
"But even so, it's still far from being a true god, right?"

"Can't you just add some more explosive material yourself?"

"Oh?"

Chen Xiang's thinking is divergent and full of explosive information.
He thought of the wooden house in his dream, and since he could bring things out of the dream, could blood be used?
The blood of the dwarfs, or even your own blood in the dream?

Chen Xiang laughed.

"Mirror, you have done a great job. I think this thing can really work. Turning the tables is a taboo. If I really do this, will I still be considered a human being?"

The mirror was a little puzzled:

“What makes you feel that you are an individual?”

Chen Xiang was speechless for a moment.

After a while, he shook his head and said to himself: "What on earth is taboo?"

Chen Xiang checked Professor Sura's condition and found that he was weak, seriously injured and in a deep coma.

The mirror opens at the right time:
"Despite the suppression of reality, he was still too close to the outer divine weapon, and his soul was severely damaged."

Chen Xiang frowned:

"How can I make up for it? Can the [God] that I got from the black flame be used on Professor Su?"

"To answer your question, I don't know, but I think it is possible. The Lord of the Abyss can directly grant divine gifts and greatly improve the spirit of a certain creature."

"Well, let's try again later."

Chen Xiang leaned against the corner of the secret room, casually reinforced a time loop rune, then closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

………………

Seventh Ring Road, somewhere in a deep alley.

"The fourteenth."

The sharp knife in Chen Shaoyan's hand scratched across a young man's neck, and blood spurted out.

She was a little tired:
"Ah Xin, we are being targeted, and more and more people are chasing us."

Chen Xin covered Silly Girl's eyes and frowned:

"Sister, I miscalculated. The entire underground forces of the Seventh Ring have been unified by the so-called Seventh Ring Construction. We are in big trouble. What should we do now?"

Chen Shaoyan leaned against the blood-stained wall and closed his eyes and said:

"There are three ways. First, find the sect leader. Second, go to the Executive Office and register your identity."

After a pause, she added:

"The former depends on luck. The Seventh Ring is in chaos right now, and the signal hasn't been restored. Finding the leader is like looking for a needle in a haystack. The latter has too many uncertainties. The power that unified the entire Seventh Ring underground world must be in cahoots with the Governing Department. If you go to the Governing Department, you might just walk into a trap."

Chen Xin was somewhat at a loss:

"What about the third way?"

"Let the sect master come to us."

"Ah?" Chen Xin was a little confused: "Sister, I don't understand what you mean."

Chen Shaoyan spoke decisively:
"Let the Seventh Ring know us, let our names be heard here, and the Sect Master will naturally come looking for us."

Chen Xin was even more confused:
"What should I do?"

"Set off some fireworks and take revenge at the same time."

Chen Shaoyan stared at the large chemical plant in the distance that belonged to Qihuan Construction, and lowered his eyebrows:
“Big fireworks.”

………………

Chen Xiang opened his eyes and saw the familiar foggy sky. Above the mist, many colors that were difficult to describe in words were entangled, forming a chaotic whirlpool.

"Don't blow the horn."

He stood up, skillfully and quickly blocked the stupid horn, looked at the stupid one beside him, and said directly:
"Is there any body of a higher creature in the cabin? Or a sharp object that can cut my skin?"

Dai was a little confused, nodded, and then shook his head:

"The former, yes; the latter, no."

Chen Xiang frowned slightly, then spoke decisively:
"Let's go to the cabin first."

"Okay mother!"

Under the confused gazes of the other six dwarfs, Chen Xiang and Dai pushed open the door and walked into the wooden house, which was as empty as ever.

"Let me see," Dai muttered to himself. He pushed the empty mirror frame, reached out his hand and picked up a grain of dust that was invisible to the naked eye. Han followed him in and blew a breath.

That speck of dust expanded into the body of a dog.

Chen Xiang looked a little stunned. The "dog" had nine heads, each with an arrow nailed on it. The whole thing was black, and flames were still lingering on its four legs.

It was not the black flame of the abyss, but another unknown fire.

"Let me see, it's called the Nine-Headed Hellhound." Dai seemed to be reading the information on the dog's corpse and read it out:

"One of the ancient ancestors of the Hellhound. This was not offered as a sacrifice. It was sent by Mang a long time ago. Mang hasn't sent anything here for a long time."

"Rampant?"

Chen Xiang asked with a sidelong glance.

(End of this chapter)