Godslayer: My Forbidden Ruins Master

"Damn it! That bastard!"

Han Jinlong's words instantly angered the three people present.

As the three of them were among the strongest believers, their own strength was naturally very powerful when they were outside, and they had never been insulted by such a weakling.

However, now in this fasting place, due to the suppression of the Zhenxu Stele, they cannot use their full abilities and can only rely on their physical strength. They are no match for Han Jinlong.

"Since you know who we are, you still dare to provoke us. Don't you know that I could crush a dozen people like you with a single finger outside?"

The man at the head of the group had a furrowed brow, exuding an air of authority without anger, and carrying the aura of someone who had long held a high position.

It turned out to be the fourth seat of the believers, who was the highest-ranking among the three.

"Heh, are you still asleep? Didn't you see where you are? This is a fasting place! I don't care how many followers you have outside, how high your spiritual level is, or how high your status is. Here, even a dragon would have to coil up before me, and you would all have to crawl like dogs before me! Bah!"

Han Jinlong spat directly onto the other person's hand, a mocking smile on his face.

In the past, someone of his level would never have been able to come into contact with these guys who were called believers.

Any one of these guys is far above me in status.

It's like a slum dweller who may never see a rich person in his entire life, but when he has the chance to spit in the face of that person, he will spit harder than anyone else!

"Fuck you!! How dare you insult the boss like that!"

Before the fourth seatman could even speak, his two teammates behind him could no longer bear it. They had never been so insulted before.

Even when he goes anywhere in the church, he is a figure revered by countless people.

But now, in this fasting place, I was actually spat on in front of you by some scoundrel.

My aunt could tolerate it, but my uncle couldn't.

Before his two teammates could rush up to Han Jinlong, he had already reached them. The opponent's physical strength far exceeded that of the three of them, and his fist, as big as a casserole dish, struck the sixth seat in the abdomen.

The sixth seatman immediately began to vomit, even coughing up bile.

"So? Will you agree?"

Han Jinlong grabbed the Sixth Seat by the neck with one hand, lifting him up as if he were a chick.

The sixth seat caused the man's face to turn purplish-blue, his legs to struggle incessantly, and his eyes to bulge out like those of a dead fish, as if they were about to explode at any moment.

His neck turned red, and he looked like he was about to die on the spot; he was clearly still extremely angry.

"No, don't agree!! Even if we die, we will never be this bastard's lackey!!"

The sixth seatman suddenly bit down on Han Jinlong's hand, causing the latter to scream in pain and have to let go.

He fell to the ground, coughing violently, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at Han Jinlong.

"Damn it! Let's all go and kill these guys!!"

The group of henchmen behind Han Jinlong were instantly enraged. Their boss was insulting them, and they naturally wouldn't stand idly by.

A dozen muscular men immediately attacked.

Even these three once high and mighty believers are now only able to take the beating. No matter how strong they were in the past, whether they were at the Boundless Realm or the Klein Realm, here they only have pure physical strength.

They couldn't even beat an ordinary muscular man.

Any one of them back then could have killed this whole group of people with just a single finger.

They beat him for almost half an hour.

Han Jinlong even personally stepped forward and crushed the sixth seat with his foot. He crushed the man to pieces with his palm, even pulverizing his bones.

The sixth seat was also quite stubborn, even though he was in so much pain that he was about to faint, he still stared at Han Jinlong with intense resentment.

It refused to make a sound, even a scream.

Ultimately, their roughhousing alerted the prison guards, forcing them to give up.

At this moment, the three once high and mighty believers were lying on the ground like dead dogs, covered in wounds, looking extremely disheveled with bruises and swelling.

The sixth seat, in particular, had one of his arms crushed, leaving him crippled!

"Pooh!"

Seeing the prison guard rushing over, Han Jinlong spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the Sixth Seat's face, then stomped him heavily onto the floor.

Blood trickled from the corner of the sixth seat's mouth. He struggled desperately, even the bones in his neck making a cracking sound, but he couldn't break free from the other's feet at all.

"Heh, take a good piss and look in the mirror. Face the reality now. I only need one finger to kill you. If I see you in front of me again and you tell me to just kill you, consider yourself lucky this time. Let's go!"

Han Jinlong sneered, and finally let go of his foot, leading a dozen or so muscular men away in a grand procession.

The prison guards seemed unfazed by the scene and none of them took the initiative to stop it.

Or perhaps they simply won't stop the fighting that takes place in prison.

On the contrary, if one day all the prisoners in the prison could live together peacefully, that would be the real headache for the prison and its guards.

They'd be happy to see these guys killing each other here. Of course, as long as no one dies, everything's fine. Crippled bodies are just commonplace.

None of the guys here deserve any sympathy, because the crimes they've committed outside are enough to warrant their deaths many times over.

Of course, there are also prisoners who are brought in for other reasons, like the two night watchmen mentioned before, but they are a minority; the vast majority deserve their fate.

After seeing that Han Jinlong had led the others away, even the guards didn't come over directly. They just glanced at them from afar and then returned to their posts.

The three believers lying on the ground stared at Han Jinlong, who was walking away, with eyes full of hatred.

It's unimaginable that outside they would be a disaster, but inside this prison, they are just ordinary people who can be slightly beaten.

Han Jinlong had over forty muscular men with him. As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands. With everyone unable to use their abilities, and the three of them not possessing Chinese Kung Fu, they naturally couldn't possibly be a match for these guys.

Moreover, Han Jinlong was definitely above the limit in the entire prison.

No one in that prison could stand a chance against that bastard.

"Damn it! Doctor! Doctor! Sixth Brother, hang in there, a doctor will be here to treat you soon!"

The fourth seatman struggled to help the sixth seatman, whose arm had been broken, to his feet.

"Boss, if all else fails, I'll just go and take care of that bastard Han Jinlong tonight!"

The twelfth believer couldn't help but say.

"calm!!"

The fourth believer immediately let out a low shout, took a deep breath, and suppressed the surging anger in his chest.

He had a thousand reasons to crush Han Jinlong, but it wasn't the right time yet.

"Don't forget what Lord Yiyu instructed us to do back then? We've almost completed our mission here over the years. Since we've endured for so many years, what's a few more days?"

"That damned bastard and his doomsday is coming soon. We just need to be patient for a few more days. When the time comes, destroy the Zhenxu Monument, and the entire fasting place will riot. The first thing I'll do is kill that bastard!"

"Don't worry, a gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years. Although we can hardly call ourselves gentlemen, we'll definitely show him what it means to wish for death!"

Fourth-order clenching teeth.

"Boss, Twelfth Brother, thank you for everything you've done for me. That bastard certainly deserved to die, but we also have to take the information he provided seriously. He mentioned something about that mentally ill guy..."

The sixth seat, having lost an arm, gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

The other two people's expressions changed slightly upon hearing this.

Although Han Jinlong, that bastard, abused them this time, the information he provided also terrified the three of them.

Because they learned from Han Jinlong that Lu Xuan's team had killed their church's followers.

However, because they had been staying in this fasting place, they were unable to verify the truth of the matter, and therefore could not fully believe it.

"If what he said is true, then this kid is very likely to be our opponent. It's possible that Lord Yiyu is out there looking for him."

The fourth seat said in a deep voice.

"So what we mean is?"

"It's alright, let's not deal with this guy for now. Our focus right now is to destroy the Zhenxu Stele of the Fasting Hall, just as Lord Yiyu arranged! Only in this way can we cause the greatest trouble for these Night Watchmen!"

"As for the information that bastard Han Jinlong mentioned about that brat, we can easily confirm it with him once our abilities are restored!"

"He's just a newcomer who hasn't been out of the training camp for long. Even if he started cultivating from the womb, how strong could he possibly be? There's no need to worry about him too much."

Fourth seat.

"That's true... The doctor's here, so we'll stop talking now."

The group stopped talking, and soon the prison doctor took them to the infirmary.

……

The entrance to a ward in a mental hospital.

It's time, so the caregiver will come on time to pick up and take Lu Xuan to the activity area.

After going through layers of metal valve verification, he entered the password and finally got Lu Xuan out.

Seeing this person with dark circles under their eyes, constantly yawning, I felt a bit curious.

As a time traveler, he naturally understood that this guy was very likely to be pulled into the dream by Wu Laogou as well.

So what he needs to confirm now is whether this person will enter his dream or just enter a separate dream.

"You don't look like you slept well last night. Did you have a lot of dreams all night?"

Lu Xuan asked with a smile.

"Don't even mention it. I dreamt all night and barely slept at all. I dreamt about Wu Laogou from another ward. He actually took me to the subway and played games with me. Then, while we were playing, he kept slapping me. My face still hurts when I wake up."

The caregiver said with a pitiful expression.

"Oh? I dreamt about it last night too, but in my dream he took me to a different place and we drank Coke together. It didn't seem like we played any games together."

Lu Xuan said calmly.

"Hmm? You dreamed about him too? Well, yeah, you've had some contact with him these past few days, so you probably have a pretty strong impression of him. You get used to this kind of thing. Everyone in this place who has had contact with this guy dreams about him. It's really unbelievable."

The caregiver comforted her.

"Did he say anything to you in the dream? Or did you dream about other people who were also brought into the dream by Wu Laogou?"

Lu Xuan confirmed.

"If I could dream about other colleagues, I wouldn't have been slapped by this guy. I could have just taken him into custody and sent him to a mental hospital. I keep dreaming about him playing games with me, but he often gets distracted while we're playing."

"Oh, me too. He seemed distracted when we were having drinks together. Have you asked your other colleagues about their dreams?"

Lu Xuan asked curiously.

"Huh? You seem quite interested in him. I'm just your caregiver. Don't try to get anything out of me. I won't go out of my way to ask you these things."

The caregiver immediately became alert.

However, Lu Xuan could barely understand it. Wu Laogou's ability allowed other people to enter the dream, but it seemed that they could not enter the same dream.

Moreover, he doesn't seem to be able to control his actions in every dream simultaneously.

Or rather, even if it could be controlled, it couldn't be done simultaneously; it could only be done intermittently.

As they chatted, they walked to the transparent door.

"Employee ID 39180, please answer today's code: What does the fisherman most want to eat?"

"Fragrant and spicy five-spice, spiral-ascending, and sauerkraut beef noodles."

"The answer is correct, please pass."

The light next to the glass door turned green, and then the sound of the airtight gate opening could be heard as the transparent door slowly opened.

really.

Seeing this, Lu Xuan smiled slightly to himself. So-called artificial intelligence... to put it bluntly, it was just something someone came up with on a whim.

However, it's unclear who came up with this idea, but the reason Wu Laogou revealed it was simply because that guy could freely enter other people's dreams.

Then, he accidentally revealed these secret orders in his own dream.

But none of that matters anymore; it's all just a drop in the ocean.

Because soon the whole prison will be in turmoil, and then who will still use this broken password?

The house is on fire, who would still have a key to open the door?

~

I'm looking for some free gifts. I've been staying up until 11 or 12 every night writing, and I hope everyone enjoys this book.

I also hope that everyone's efforts will be rewarded.

Let yourself down, and let the world down.

good night!