Black Book

Chapter 46 Life Tips

Hearing this, the young man sneered and laughed teasingly.

"That won't do. There are two types of people I hate the most in my life. One is racist people, and the other is white pigs. This guy is guilty of both!"

As he said this, he deliberately crushed it with his foot, which made the white man on the opposite side furious and became agitated again.

"stop!"

After stopping the natives who were ready to make a move, Rubio gritted his teeth, took a deep look at the boy who stepped on Wilson, and turned away without hesitation.

"let's go!"

The group of white people looked at each other in disbelief, and their morale plummeted.

They were used to being high and mighty and domineering in the colonies, so they could not understand why the two local nobles were so afraid of these primitive and backward yellow monkeys.

You have to know that this is an era of white supremacy, and other people of color are just talking monkeys in their eyes.

Even if we give the monkeys some respect on the surface, it is only to better divide and enslave them.

We are God's chosen people and a highly advanced civilization. Why are the two nobles from our native land so afraid of the local yellow monkeys?
It even revealed a kind of helpless shame and anger!
But out of respect for their identities, these people could only swallow their anger and leave behind them with their heads down.

Behind them, Wilson, who had just woken up from the shock, struggled and whimpered, but the leather boots stepping on his face were like a mountain pressing down on him, and no matter how he struggled, it was of no avail.

"Woooo..."

Seeing his companions abandoning him, Wilson's eyes were filled with despair, and he vaguely realized that he seemed to have hit a wall.

"Tsk, quite decisive, trying to force them to take the initiative."

The young man watched the enemy leave, his lips pursed in disappointment.

Several young boys and girls from the second floor came down, heard his muttering, and shook their heads in ridicule.

"Two silvers are willing to go to war with five golds? They are not Shabi..."

"An Rong, don't forget the slogan of the organizing committee: friendship first, competition second."

Hearing this, An Rong sneered: "In every competition, the human brains beat the dog brains. Do you really believe the slogan of the organizing committee?"

The person who spoke shrugged nonchalantly: "At least we should just pretend in the early stages of the competition. We eliminated them on the first day of the competition, and they still said we couldn't afford to play with us."

Hearing this, An Rong nodded.

There is an unwritten rule in every Ascension Competition, which is that no one fights in the early stages, and the focus is on adapting to and exploring the fantasy realm.

After all, land reclamation itself is a rare opportunity for them.

In addition, it is forbidden to bring external [real objects] into the Ascension Competition. If you can find powerful [real objects] in the Fantasy Realm to arm yourself, it will be of great help to the subsequent competitions.

To put it in the words of the game, everyone agreed to develop steadily on their own in the early stages, and then fight in a group in the later stages.

"By the way, what should we do with this guy?"

Pointing at the person under An Rong's feet, a young girl asked in distress.

"killed?"

"it's not good……"

"Pour cement and sink it into the Huangpu River without anyone noticing."

"Wait, why are you so skilled?"

"Ah? Friends who often kill and mutilate corpses know this! Isn't this a little life hack?"

"Amazing life hacks..."

"Just stay here and don't move. I'll call a police officer for you."

Hearing this group of devilish boys and girls loudly plotting how to deal with his body, as if they had already regarded him as a dead man, Wilson's hair stood on end and he struggled and sobbed desperately.

At this moment, Zhu Haomiao finished the last bite of delicious food, wiped the corner of his mouth with a towel, and slowly stood up.

It was only then that the boys and girls turned their attention to him, and An Rong couldn't help but complain. "Brother, you are too pretentious, aren't you? We are helping you out, and you are eating like nothing happened!"

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao smiled at him apologetically.

"Thank you, but we can't waste food because of him, right?"

Pointing at the white man under An Rong's feet, Zhu Haomiao narrowed his eyes with interest, and a dark light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

He could sense that the "shell" protecting the white people had broken, and his soul was exposed nakedly to the radiation of the "Black Book". He seemed to be able to distort, tamper with, and alienate it...

As if he had noticed Zhu Haomiao's gaze, An Rong moved his feet away from the white man's face, revealing a look of despair and fear, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Unable to help but curl the corners of his mouth, Zhu Haomiao squatted down and helped him up kindly.

At the same time, distorted whispers imperceptible to others echoed faintly in Wilson's mind, penetrating into the depths of his soul like a living thing.

"Those people abandoned you..."

"I'll throw you to the enemy like a dog..."

"They don't care whether you live or die..."

"Your property, your wife and daughter will all be taken away by them..."

"They betrayed you..."

“Be angry!”

"Hate it!"

"Be greedy!"

"Kill them!"

"Take everything they have for yourself!"

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The seed of [Original Sin] was silently implanted deep in the soul, and a barely detectable distorted evil light blossomed in Wilson's dull eyes, gradually turning his pupils into a resentful and hideous look.

After helping him straighten his messy collar and gently wiping the footprints off his face, Zhu Haomiao gave him a sunny, encouraging smile and patted him on the back.

"It's okay, go ahead."

Wilson's eyes were dazed and he looked out the window with a ferocious face. He turned and left without hesitation.

Seeing this, An Rong raised his hand, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Finally, he looked at Zhu Haomiao with admiration and helplessness and sighed.

"If you repay evil with kindness, how can you repay kindness?"

Several of his companions also looked at Zhu Haomiao with disapproval, but admiration.

Although they themselves cannot be broad-minded enough to repay evil with kindness, it does not prevent them from respecting such people with high moral standards.

Realizing the subtle misunderstanding among the crowd, Zhu Haomiao pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and then revealed a polite yet awkward smile.

I just wanted to test the ability of the Black Book to play with people's hearts...

But after this test, Zhu Haomiao already vaguely understood how the two corpse ghosts were "eaten" by the [Book of Black].

It was not because of his physical damage, but like Wilson, because the [shell] protecting their souls was broken, leaving their minds exposed to the radiation of the [Black Book] without any protection.

Faced with this unprotected evil soul, no matter how powerful he was, in Zhu Haomiao's eyes he was nothing more than a piece of fat and delicious tender meat.

Gently stroking his chest and feeling the beating heart in his chest, Zhu Haomiao seemed to have realized something.

Although it cannot be seen or touched, the [shell], or [Tao heart] that protects the soul is far more important than you imagine.

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(End of this chapter)