Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 150 Three Days
These words, which explained the pros and cons while also containing a hidden threat, seemed to have genuinely frightened this notorious villain.

The insect, draped in a black robe, stood motionless for about ten seconds before speaking again.

"...I understand that what happened earlier was just a mistake."

"I never expected that the old dog would be so frightened and shake everything off..."

"...I've been traveling all over the country for the past two weeks, spreading news about the ruins. How could I possibly want to destroy them myself?"

The words were sincere and heartfelt.

However, Yue Feng neither confirmed nor denied this explanation, only uttering a curt remark with a cold expression.

"I hope so..."

Or perhaps it was this sentence that revealed distrust.

Seeing only the next moment.

The strange, black-robed figure standing there writhed, and an ugly hand covered in sharp claws emerged from the gap in the robe.

In his palm, he also clutched a delicate but broken wooden handle.

Then, the ant seemed to be caressing something extremely precious, carefully stroking the strangely shaped object in its hand.

He said it in a leisurely tone.

"Patriarch Yue, in search of that ancient tomb, I searched the entire territory of the Xin Kingdom before finally finding this divine pickaxe that broke the seal."

"But even with that powerful seal, they only managed to remove two; the magical artifacts shattered, resulting in a huge loss."

These words also attracted Yue Feng's attention, who turned his gaze towards them.

Then they saw that what was being carefully held in the palms of the other person's hands was a small wooden pickaxe-shaped object.

However, it was now covered in cracks and even missing a corner, so it was clearly unusable.

As a member of a prominent family in Kyoto, Yue Feng had naturally seen many magical artifacts.

I have also seen some magical artifacts that are damaged or completely broken.

Many powerful magical artifacts have cracks.

The object in the other party's hand was clearly already severely worn, and after being used to destroy the tomb door of the underground burial chamber, it completely collapsed.

The insect, who had been observing the other's expression, noticed that the anger and distrust on the other's face had subsided, but hesitation still lingered.

He stood to the side with a slight bow, having anticipated this.

He carefully and directly put away the damaged magic item.

He then reached into the layers of black robes and took out a roll of "reassurance" that he had prepared beforehand.

He stretched out both hands and presented it to Yue Feng.

"Master Yue, please look, this is a pattern I drew from memory..."

Yue Feng looked at the paper handed to him.

He glanced at the silent man in black robes with his head down, then reached out and took it, unfolding it.

On a blank sheet of paper, the character "岳" was drawn with rough, blurry strokes.

Furthermore, there are some complex patterns around the font, which look like they depict some kind of identity symbol.

Upon seeing this picture, Yue Feng narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the crudely drawn sketch in his hand.

As he was carefully examining the insect, the other person, seeing the insect that had been taken by the other, also spoke softly.

"...However, the person sleeping in the stone coffin had too much aura about him, and my cultivation level was too low, so I really dared not approach him."

"All that could be seen was the pattern on the chest of the sleeping man, and his heavy iron armor, covered with a red robe."

After saying that, he seemed to feel it wasn't enough and continued to speak.

"Moreover, around the stone coffin were various swords, spears, axes, clubs, money, and elixirs, all of which had remained intact for a thousand years and were definitely top-grade..."

"Okay, that's enough."

The insects and ants were still chattering incessantly, meticulously describing the scene in their hoarse and unpleasant voices.

At this point, Yue Feng, who was carefully examining the drawing in his hand, interrupted him.

"enough!"

He repeated it with certainty, and anyone could hear the barely suppressed excitement in his voice.

"I imagine that when you came to me, you must have thoroughly investigated the leader of the Three Evils, who was able to gain a foothold in the chaotic world of supernatural beings."

"You should know best what I'm seeking. Once it's done, I'll add another 10% to the distribution of the treasures I promised you."

"You can rest assured, I, Yue Feng, will not go back on my word."

As he spoke, Yue Feng, dressed in a white ancient-style robe, solemnly rolled up the painting in his hand again and put it into his pocket.

Only then did he turn his head and, for the first time since the man in black robes entered the room, look at the other person with a serious expression.

"Yue's generosity and magnanimity must have been well-known in the world of supernatural beings."

"I don't consider myself a good person, and I feel disgusted by the heinous things you did before."

"But now that this matter is settled, in addition to the benefits I promised you, I, Yue, also owe you a favor."

It's as if these things are being used to reassure the other party through promises and gestures.

Then, his tone turned serious.

"But you must come with me on this matter."

Upon hearing this, the black-robed figure, Insect Ant, who had remained unresponsive until now, seemed somewhat surprised.

However, they quickly realized what was happening.

A hoarse, unpleasant friction sound came from inside the black robe, which coalesced into words that could be barely understood.

“Of course, since Patriarch Yue has taken a liking to me, I am certainly willing to contribute my meager strength.”

Yue Feng was quite satisfied with this unwavering agreement.

His expression relaxed a bit.

nodded.

"That's good."

After saying that, he abruptly changed the subject and brought up other things.

"I suppose, with your methods of gathering intelligence and concealment, you already know about the personnel I've deployed."

"What do you think of the Special Operations Bureau's current defenses?" "How much longer until there's a chance?"

These words were clearly a test for the other person, but they were also a genuine question.

Yue Feng believed that he had a fairly good understanding of information within the government, but when it came to specific details of the defense deployment...

You might understand the insect burrowing in the soil better than the insect in front of you.

The next moment, just as expected.

The ant, dressed in a black robe, spoke without hesitation.

He described the defenses and even personnel changes within the government's defense zone in great detail, as if reciting a familiar story.

After stating these basic details, it stopped talking and began to analyze.

"...Patriarch Yue, although the zombies in the tomb seem to be escalating, the firepower of the camouflaged base we built for defense is still too intense..."

As it said this, it paused.

"But in recent days, when I went undercover outside the tomb, I found that green-haired corpses had begun to appear and gather."

"And the government's Special Operations Bureau also foolishly used materials again to block the entrance to the tomb."

"This resulted in a large number of low-level zombies being unable to emerge, and they mixed together with the newly appeared green-haired zombies."

"Such a quantity, once gathered, will directly break through the steel and concrete protection and rush out of the ancient tomb."

"At that time, those ordinary troops armed with guns and cannons will be powerless to defend, and they will be breached in less than a quarter of an hour."

At this point, beneath the layers of black robes, the insect uttered a series of shrill, unpleasant laughs, like fingernails scraping glass.

"What's even more interesting is that, perhaps in preparation for the impending zombie onslaught, the few remaining members of the Special Operations Bureau have all gathered near the defensive line."

"That young Taoist priest in yellow robes has been setting up an array around the tomb for two days now."

"As for Li Qingfeng, the Taoist priest who kills embryos and is the face of the Fog Mountain Special Operations Bureau, he has been in seclusion for several days."

"And just yesterday, my informant in the Special Operations Bureau found out."

"Li Qingfeng has emerged from seclusion today, and it is said that he has successfully broken through to the Qi Refining Perfection stage. He is preparing to return to his sect in three days to begin Foundation Establishment."

"In my opinion, Li Qingfeng has been rarely seen recently, focusing on cultivation, because he wants to successfully break through to the Foundation Establishment stage before the crisis in the Hundred Kings Tomb erupts, and then use his increased strength to suppress the disturbances in the Hundred Kings Tomb alone..."

Listening to the analysis and intelligence from the leader of the Three Evils beside him.

Yue Feng also compared the information with what he already knew in his mind and found no discrepancies.

He couldn't help but look at the black-robed figure beside him with newfound respect.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not only skilled in gathering intelligence, but also quite shrewd and intelligent.

Thinking it over, he also spoke up to continue the other person's words.

"I also know about Li Qingfeng. Is he planning to suppress the Tomb of a Hundred Kings by himself? That is consistent with his usual style."

"Three days later... what a great opportunity! It's almost like it's deliberately seducing someone."

The ant beside Yue Feng quickly offered its interpretation of the meaning behind his words.

"Patriarch Yue is overthinking it. From the perspective of the Special Operations Bureau, this is already the best solution."

"The attention of other extraordinary individuals and government officials in other regions has been drawn by the false information spread by General Yue, making it difficult to mobilize manpower to provide assistance."

"And the Fog Hill Special Operations Bureau was too confident in itself, which also left them with no other choice."

"Yang Ping, who is good at sealing with formations, can only delay and suppress the enemy with the heavy troops in the defensive line."

"If we can hold out until Li Qingfeng returns to the mountain gate to provide reinforcements again, everything will be resolved."

"However, they overlooked one thing—the strength of the Hundred Kings Tomb and the addition of the Yue family head."

This analysis was so thorough that Yue Feng thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

"It seems the opportunity is right in front of me, and I can no longer ignore it..."

Beneath Yue Feng's sharply defined eyebrows, his eyes constantly shifted, eventually settling into a resolute expression.

As he spoke, he walked to a small metal box next to the desk, opened it, and took out a small glass bottle.

After completing this series of actions, he turned around and returned to his original position, handing the small bottle to the puzzled ant.

Seeing that he had taken it, Yue Feng began to explain.

"This is a bottle of Yin poison, which I obtained by chance. The person poisoned will have their entire cultivation corrupted by Yin energy in less than ten breaths, leaving only a trace of spiritual light."

"And this pure Yin poison is a great tonic for zombies—even a severely injured zombie will be quickly nourished and repaired as long as it absorbs a breath or two of Yin energy within the range of this poison."

Hearing this explanation, the insect that had taken the small glass bottle was quite surprised this time.

I never expected there to be such a thing.

He held it up to his eyes, held it up to the light, and looked at the dark brown liquid rippling inside the glass bottle, marveling at it.

"I truly feel that I am far inferior to Patriarch Yue in terms of experience."

"It is astonishing that there is such a miraculous and insidious poison in this world, which is poison to living beings but nectar to demons and evil spirits."

Yue Feng didn't say much about his collaborator's ignorant attitude.

He simply stepped to the window and looked at the lights of Wushan City in the far distance under the night sky, which seemed like a Great Wall of lights made up of people in the darkness.

For some reason, his tone turned cold again.

"Alright, you may leave now. Be sure to be there at dawn three days from now."

The insects had carefully stored away a bottle of insidious poison, and it was unknown what Yue Feng was thinking at that moment.

But now that the plan has been explained and everything else has been agreed upon, there is no need to linger any longer.

It performed an ancient ritual that had been revived and popularized once again in the world of supernatural beings, and said "yes" in a hoarse and unpleasant voice.

"Yes, Patriarch Yue, then I shall take my leave."

As he spoke, the figure shrouded in the black robe suddenly dispersed, turning into a swarm of insects on the ground.

They swiftly moved along the shadowy corner where the light couldn't reach, disappearing without a trace in just a few breaths.

Yue Feng didn't even glance back at this common scene.

His expression grew increasingly complicated as he gazed at the distant stripes of city lights.

He stood there quietly for a long time, until finally, a long sigh echoed in the night.

"Ugh…"

(End of this chapter)