The Ultimate Borer

Several people said goodbye in front of the heartbroken man's stall and went home. Watching the four people disperse, it was like a scene of life and death separation.

The heartbroken man saw it with his own eyes and felt heartbroken. He also envied the brotherhood among Wang Dadong and his group, and thought how great it would be if Black Dragon treated him the same way.

Finally, the heartbroken man seemed to have made up his mind. He immediately packed up his stall and walked in one direction.

……

Nothing unexpected happened on Fang Mu's way home, but there was suddenly a letter in the mailbox at the door.

"Who would write to me?"

Fang Mu was really confused. He had such a big family, but because of his physical condition, he couldn't even hire a nanny, and he had very few friends. He and Wang Dadong and the others only got together because of the crisis. If the crisis was resolved later, they might still go their separate ways like before.

Fang Mu opened the envelope and took out the letter paper. There were two lines of words written on it. The handwriting was bold and vigorous, and it was obvious that the author had profound skills.

"No. 28 Tomato Road, an old friend wants to see you!"

There was no signature on the letter, but Fang Mu really couldn't figure out who the old friend was.

Rex? By now, he'd probably already been captured by the Judgment of Force, and either already become a martial corpse or on his way to becoming one.

As for Wang Dadong and the others, they all have their own phone contact information, so there is no need to write a letter to myself.

But no matter what, before waiting for feedback from them, Fang Mu has nothing else to do anyway, so he might as well go and meet this so-called "old friend"!

So Fang Mu put away the letter and quickly rushed towards the address mentioned on Xin Street.

……

At this moment, Wang Dadong was at home. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he just didn't know how to tell his father.

"Dadong, what's going on?"

After Wang Tianyang (Dao Feng) finished praying, he found that his beloved son had been sitting on the stool behind him, and he couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Dad, I'm fine. It just feels like it's been a while since I came to church to pray with you."

Wang Tianyang turned around and gently touched Dadong's shoulder.

"My dear son, if you want to come and pray with your father, you can come anytime. The Lord is forgiving and will not blame a child who wants to be close to his father, nor will He blame a devout believer."

"Amen."

"Amen."

The two of them prayed devoutly to the Lord. Wang Dadong didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that he felt a lot more relaxed after praying with his father.

"Dadong, let's go. Your mom should have prepared dinner by now. Don't let her wait for us too long!"

Wang Tianyang and Dadong returned home together. At the dinner table, Dadong was looking for an opportunity to tell his parents about what he had recently encountered, but when he saw the warm and sweet parents in front of him, he suddenly lost the desire to speak.

"Forget it. Dad and Mom are just ordinary people. Just let them live happily. If I tell them, it will only make them worry more about me."

Wang Dadong said to himself and started eating silently.

"Hey, Dadong, why are you only eating rice and not vegetables? Mommy made your favorite braised pork ribs today!"

Zeng Meihao (Dao Gui) quickly picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it in Dadong's bowl, telling him to eat well.

Wang Tianyang seemed to have noticed his son's abnormality, but since Dadong didn't say anything, he wouldn't ask. As a father, all he needed to do was to help his son when he needed it. If his son didn't say anything, it meant that he must have a solution himself.

After dinner, Wang Dadong lay on the bed, thinking about how to deal with that unknown powerful force.

Wang Tianyang and Zeng Meihao were also lying on the bed. Their expressions at this moment were completely different from what they looked like in front of Dadong. They didn't look like a kind and gentle priest or a thrifty housewife at all.

"Did you also notice Dadong's abnormality?"

Daogui (the original code name here better reflects their identity) asked her husband.

"Of course, he's always shown his worries since he was little. At dinner tonight, the words 'I have a problem' were practically written on his face."

Dao Feng hugged Dao Gui and said without any worries.

"Should we help Dadong deal with it?"

Dao Gui sat up from the bed and turned to look at her husband.

"No need. Since Dadong hasn't spoken, we shouldn't act on our own!"

Dao Feng waved his hand to stop him, but then changed the subject.

"But we need to find out what happened to Dadong that caused my precious son so much pain. We can still do this! It's time to give our men some wiggle room!"

"That's what I'm saying. How could you not feel sorry for Dadong?"

Dao Gui pressed Dao Feng's nose with his finger, and the two smiled at each other.

"I not only feel sorry for Dadong, I also feel sorry for my beautiful wife!"

"You're going to die! You're already an old married couple and you still talk like that!"

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On the other side, Fang Mu arrived at the location written on the letter. In front of him was an ancient house with a rusty door lock. Before Fang Mu could push the door open, a gust of wind blew the lock to the ground.

Fang Mu pushed open the door and walked in. The yard was overgrown with weeds and seemed to have not been taken care of for many years.

Fang Mu stepped into the house cautiously, and a stale smell hit his nose. He looked around and found that the walls were covered with mottled marks and the furniture was in tatters.

In the corner of the front hall, Fang Mu found a dusty frame with a yellowed photo inside. The photo was of a young man with a stern face and sharp eyes, but he felt that he looked familiar.

Fang Mu felt a surge of curiosity, and he picked up the photo and examined it carefully. Suddenly, he felt a strange presence behind him, and when he turned around, there was nothing there.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a deep voice sounded in his ear: "You are finally here..."

Fang Mu was shocked. Wu Shui suddenly appeared in his hand and immediately showed his combat power index.

Combat power index 8712.

"Who's there? Come out!"

Fang Mu stared at a corner, he was sure that the sound just now came from there.

"You little bastard, you're using my weapon to deal with me. You've grown up!"

An old man in a wheelchair suddenly appeared from behind Fang Mu, and Fang Mu was so scared that he turned around quickly.

"Are you...the boss of the Weapons and Border Control Bureau?"

Fang Mu looked carefully and finally recognized who the other person was. After not seeing him for fifteen years, the other person had aged to this extent.

"You have some conscience, kid. You still remember an old man like me."

The old man pushed the wheelchair to Fang Mu, looked at the black water in Fang Mu's hand, and said with satisfaction.

"It seems that this guy is well protected by you."

Indeed, Fang Mu is very careful with Wu Shui and wipes it carefully several times every day. Compared with more than ten years ago, Wu Shui has not changed much.

"The first seal is almost broken!"

"Seal! What seal?"

Fang Mu looked at the black water in his hand. In fifteen years, he had never felt any seal on the black water.

The old man gestured to Fang Mu to hand the black water over to him, but the black water trembled slightly as it left Fang Mu's hand.

"Alright, alright, you're such a mean soul! I won't let you two leave!"

The old man spoke to the black water in his hand in a reproachful tone, and then a powerful combat power index burst out from his body.

Even though Fang Mu was next to him, he couldn't sense the specific combat power index from this explosive force, he just felt that it should be over 30,000.

The black water in the old man's hand seemed to be activated by the powerful fighting force. Three halos of strange light suddenly emerged from it! These three halos surrounded the black water like a dream, each emitting a unique aura and energy fluctuations. However, one of the halos had become somewhat dim, a dim aura that stood in stark contrast to the other two bright halos. Perhaps this was the seal the old man had mentioned.

"Do these three seals have any effect on Wu Shui?"

Fang Mu asked the old man. He had never seen these three seals since he got the black water from him.

"Do you know whose weapon this Wushui is?"

"Didn't you say it was once used by Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu?"

"That's right!"

The old man returned the black water to Fang Mu. The moment the black water touched Fang Mu, it emitted a gentle light.

"The Overlord of Western Chu was a god of war, immensely powerful, but he also slew countless people. This iron flute was stained with blood and energy in that final battle, becoming a demonic weapon!"

"You mean, like the sword in the stone?"

Fang Mu said with some surprise, no wonder he was able to react to the demonic energy on Ares' hand before.

"They're the same, yet also different. The Sword in the Stone was simply forged by a group of medieval Westerners, and the Sword Demon was merely sealed within it by an alchemist. The demonic nature within the Black Water, however, was bred from within the boundless sea of ​​blood. It cannot be dispelled; it shares the same origin as the Black Water itself."

"Could it be that if I continue to use Wu Shui, I will eventually become possessed by a demon?"