Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 498 - 500 The Deceaseds Emotions are Stable

Chapter 498: Chapter 500: The Deceased’s Emotions are Stable

Chapter 498 -500: The Deceased’s Emotions are Stable

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“Ah, this… surely no one really thinks I’m a Spirit Summoner without a Level, right? Surely not.” Qin Muye said in a strange tone.

“Ah, this… no, I’m here waiting for someone, waiting for a destined person.” Qin Muye was not really here for Sky Tower; he had already been inside.

“Waiting for someone? Who might that be? Maybe I know them.” The middle-aged man said with good intentions.

“Daring to let his eyes twinkle in front of me, unknowing of life and death, Tie Zhu, beat him to death for me.”

“Damn~ the guy needs to pee urgently, and you beat him to death, now we’re in trouble, can’t even piece it together.” Qin Muye turned and scolded Tie Zhu.

“National affairs, national…”

“Alright, stop dawdling, go do what you need to do, always avoiding proper work.” Qin Muye shook his head while kneading a clump of mud in his hand.

“Since the young man refuses to tell, then I won’t insist, I see you’re alone here, with a Level-less strength, probably don’t have the Heavenly Order either.” The middle-aged man hinted, intentionally or not.

“What a pity, none of them are the main character.” Qin Muye observed through the Spirit Monster’s Reconnaissance Skill, each with good Attribute and Talent, except none had the Main Character Aura.

“No… it’s nothing, probably just a stomach ache and needs the restroom.” A feeble voice broke the awkward silence.

“Look, I’ve already lectured Tie Zhu, the deceased is emotionally stable, seems like he’s forgiven Tie Zhu, so we should just let this go, right?” Qin Muye said with a smile.

“Indeed not, but who knows, maybe my destined person has one.” Qin Muye said playfully, heading straight into the topic.

“What?”

“What was he about to say just now?” Qin Muye asked casually.

“He killed someone; he must…”

“Sky Tower, this must be the place, need to find a good spot to squat and wait for the main character.”

“You’re also here waiting for Sky Tower?” A middle-aged man strolled over, saying vaguely on purpose.

“Tch, scared by such a small scene, if more of it overflowed, there wouldn’t be anywhere to hide.” Qin Muye stated that humans couldn’t avoid this, really thinking Sky Tower was a shelter? If you really hid inside, they would send you directly to the core of the apocalypse.

“This person is quite unique, I don’t even know who he is.” Qin Muye said somewhat melancholically.

But he hadn’t forgotten to flee; what some could think of, the Court had naturally considered.

But the other party didn’t dare to make a move openly, as order still existed, although subtly so.

The Court’s side intended to maintain order, but when life and death were concerned, order naturally took a back seat, so most people outwardly submitted, while covertly did as usual.

Apart from the Court, there were also some clan juniors, comparably strong, and with bodyguards, who are now banding together.

It wasn’t easy to act overtly in broad daylight, but the night was a different story, as of late, many had died.

Most people didn’t have it, they came here to seek refuge, but to get the Heavenly Order, they had to kill.

Could the opponent kill all of them?

The opponent didn’t have the Heavenly Order, so they intentionally came to inquire.

And that Eighth Grade Spirit Summoner exchanged a glance with his Heroic Spirit, seemingly communicating whether to eliminate such an unpredictable factor.

But Qin Muye was indifferent to the opponent’s threat, what mattered more was the cold gleam in the opponent’s eyes.

Meanwhile, Tie Zhu had already returned to Qin Muye’s side, seemingly waiting for anyone reckless enough to speak up and storm in again.

Anyway, there’s nothing much to do in Qingsong Village, and the village’s current state isn’t great due to the Demon Tribulation, seemingly becoming more chaotic, with people abandoning their homes or turning to crime.

Besides, they had Spirit Summoners for protection, even an Eighth Grade one, aside from the Court, neither Sects nor clans could afford such capability.

More importantly, they could smell the unbearable stench emitted from that mud.

Luckily, this group was somewhat sensible and didn’t provoke Qin Muye, realizing that he was ignoring them, they went on about their own business.

Just now, Tie Zhu’s consecutive charges had already intimidated everyone.

He had entered the land of Heroic Spirits.

With chaos just beginning to emerge, the Court found itself overwhelmed.

Facing individuals weaker and insignificant to the grand scheme of things, Qin Muye could afford to converse amiably, and at most, when he couldn’t gain the upper hand in a verbal spar, he would kill his adversary. However, the cold glint in the adversary’s eyes crossed his bottom line because… he couldn’t do it.

Most of those who managed to reach here were probably from the top echelons of the pyramid, with a minority possibly gaining information about Sky Tower by chance.

Bang~

Bang~

Seeing this scene, others couldn’t help but feel a chill, unanimously deeming that this powerful Spirit Summoner might be a bit deranged. Normal people wouldn’t handle black mud. Even playing with clay would be acceptable, but black mud was utterly intolerable.

The atmosphere grew tense, but it was quickly disrupted as someone realized what was happening.

The abilities Qin Muye demonstrated outwardly seemed low-grade, so his opponent definitely picked an easy target. Otherwise, confronting the Court or the world head-on would likely lead them to their own demise.

Qin Muye pretended not to see it. After all, it wasn’t a big deal. They were indifferent, so what did it matter to a money-earning layabout like Qin Muye?

The number of people might seem large, but it was actually quite sizable since the world housed no few people, though it was also few because there were even more people out there.

A month flew by in a blink, and according to Qin Muye’s estimate, the arrival of Sky Tower should be in these next few days, so it was definitely time to secure a good spot.

Who could have anticipated that even an Eighth Grade would be crushed to death, dying no differently than those two low-grade Spirit Summoners earlier, proving that this person was truly powerful.

He couldn’t, and yet his opponent dared to show off and threaten him, so he definitely needed to teach them not to stick their necks out.

He even thought about using the Sky Tower to bait the main character.

With a brief glance, he saw that only a small part of the people possessed Heavenly Orders, obviously intending to seek refuge inside Sky Tower — otherwise, why would they come here?

He still hadn’t fully figured it out, so he took this opportunity to delve further into his studies.

Tie Zhu glanced unwaveringly over the crowd, seemingly considering another charge.

Upon hearing Qin Muye’s words, a cold glint flashed in the middle-aged man’s eyes, “It better not be, otherwise, young man, you’re in for a restless night.”

Many people had already gathered near Sky Tower, and Qin Muye instantly realized that despite their disguises, their pampered and condescending arrogance was still apparent, indicating these were not simple folk.

Yet another explosion of blood mist erupted. This time, the one who died was an Eighth Grade Spirit Summoner releasing an oppressive aura. Without finishing his sentence, he followed the others to his fate.

Another person was smashed to bits, which seemed to strangle the excitement of the crowd preparing to start, like being choked by the neck.

This was after all a prodigy, naturally possessing unique attributes.

This statement received unanimous approval from everyone because they felt if they didn’t agree, they might end up smashed to bits themselves.

He wasn’t lying about this because he truly didn’t recognize the new main character.

This substance was Spirit Tribulation Mud, the cataclysm of this world.

This thing was called Sky Tower, but in reality, it was just for transmission and inheritance, containing nothing of real value. He copied a version and didn’t think much of it afterward.

This time, it truly quieted down.

Nobody at the scene realized what was happening, not even the Eighth Grade Spirit Summoner and the Heroic Spirit.

Many had died already, only without getting the chance to fight.

But they couldn’t afford to offend him, so they could only hide and, after finding a sheltered place to settle down again, they felt much better.

The middle-aged man’s face darkened; he thought Qin Muye was making a fool of him.

But the difficulty was great, after all, those with Heavenly Orders were either rich or noble. Even if they weren’t from the Court or aristocratic families, being able to cross provinces to reach here meant they were formidable individuals.

As for the deceased’s emotional stability, can a dead person be unstable?

The middle-aged man hadn’t even reacted when Tie Zhu directly smashed him into a mist of blood, with bits of flesh and bone scattering everywhere. Even the Heroic Spirit didn’t react in time, vanishing along with the rest.

After pondering a bit, he decided it was better to keep the arrangement. He could use them as blades, but first, they needed to be suppressed.