17 A Billion Times Recovered!

Tang Luo looked at Jack, nodding slightly as he said, "Good, I am not disappointed."

"Good? Not disappointed?" Jack was stunned for a moment before smiling again. "These are your last words?"

He did not know that Tang Luo meant what he said.

The Resurrected in front of him was made of pure evil.

By eliminating a creature of pure evil would inevitably net him a great amount of virtuous merit power.

Resentful ghosts, crazy monsters, and the like were similar to the Resurrected in front of him. They were creatures of pure evil.

Even extremely evil people, such as Jack, who was beside him, had the possibility of repenting and becoming good.

One could choose to make him repent to gain the power of virtuous merit.

Of course, this option did not exist for Tang Luo. He only knew how to cause a physical transformation. Even if he tried to cause a spiritual transformation, it would still be through physical means.

Moreover, the creature of pure evil before him was truly rejected by all things in heaven and earth. It was not qualified to exist, and there was no possibility it would repent.

Not to mention Tang Luo, even Gautama would not be able to make this creature repent.

The power of virtuous merits gained from eliminating such things was more than just punishing the wicked in similar situations.

The Resurrected dealt with Scott with frightening speed. It then grabbed a corpse at its feet and started to eat again. Only this time, it chewed twice and stopped moving because Tang Luo was looking at it, staring hard.

The Resurrected then dropped the body in its hand and looked at Tang Luo. A strange emotion gradually emerged in its chaotic demented mind.

A feeling that had never appeared. That emotion was primitive and ancient—it was fear!

Of course, being afraid did not mean that the Resurrected would run away.

On the contrary, the emotions that it had never felt before, made it go berserk. Its instincts urged it to drop the food in its hand and grab the electric chair beside it. A chair that was firmly fixed to the ground and was extremely heavy. It felt like a small stone in the hands of the Resurrected, as it held it with ease.

If not for the large number of tranquilizers or even lethal drugs, the cell here would not be able to trap this terrifying force.

Whoosh—

Accompanied by a dull roar, the electric chair was hurled at Tang Luo. Its various components flew around madly in mid-air and crashed onto the ground, with sounds of metal hitting the surface. The fragments of the electric chair shattered and scattered around.

Jack screamed in pain. His arm was unfortunately struck by the debris, creating another hideous wound.

As for Tang Luo, he stood beside the electric chair as though he had not moved.

It seemed that the Resurrected had misjudged the trajectory. Also, the debris happened to fly right past Tang Luo's body.

He seemed to be lucky.

"Haha."

Jack, who was screaming in pain earlier, began to laugh. He was very pleased that this detective appeared to be so scared until he dared not move.

Jack had mentioned before that Tang Luo destroyed everything. Even if the Resurrected was able to follow its instinct and ripped apart Tang Luo, what about after that? The Resurrected would leave, and neither Jack nor the organization could catch such a monster.

As for eliminating it? It was extremely difficult.

Not to mention reacquiring this unique material, and once again continue moving towards the door of immortality.

Moreover, this person's two companions had already left. Everything about the organization would be exposed. Even if those all-powerful influential figures had the ability to whitewash the matter, he, Jack White, had already been ruined.

Jack hoped Tang Luo would feel limitless fear before he died.

His despair and anger must be repaid a million times!

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Jack roared loudly, disregarding the wounds on his body.

Of course, he was unable to command the Resurrected. But the loud cries of naughty children would undoubtedly anger monsters like the Resurrected.

Jack had a smell that the Resurrected hated.

However, with a large living person like Tang Luo around, the Resurrected would not regard him as the first target.

Well, there was also a certain possibility of being killed by something thrown by the Resurrected.

Therefore, Jack's position was very well-strategized. He leaned under the stone platform and contracted himself, revealing only his head to peep.

The sound of a crying baby came from the Resurrected's mouth, and some sounded like cats meowing.

That was its voice.

Tang Luo bent down and picked up something from the electric chair ruins at his feet.

He tossed it up and down, weighing that item. It was a helmet, which was used to stabilize the head and apply electro-therapy. It was Professor Yang[1.Professor Yang Yongxin is a highly controversial Chinese clinical psychiatrist who advocated and practiced electroconvulsive therapy (ECT) without anesthesia or muscle relaxants as a cure for alleged Internet addiction in adolescents.]'s style.

Without opening up his arms, with just a mere flick of his wrist, Tang Luo hurled it!

The cries of the Resurrected stopped as the sounds of the rocks crumbling and falling to the ground resonated.

The helmet that was still in Tang Luo's hands one second ago was already embedded in the wall.

The Resurrected's head had turned into a mass of bloody foam, while the blood even splashed on the ceiling above their heads.

Jack's roars stopped abruptly.

"Its life force is tenacious." Tang Luo watched the Resurrected.

The headless creature did not collapse. Rather, it continued standing upright. Flesh tentacles protruded from its neck, dancing and entangling like poisonous snakes.

A moment later, it regenerated its head. The only difference was that the few strands of hair that were there previously were gone!

Poor thing!

Roar!

The Resurrected screamed towards the sky. A faint ripple even flashed over the top of the head.

The room was filled with its roars, forming echoes that overlapped and causing great pain to Jack's ears.

The roar had not completely stopped. The Resurrected opened up its thick and strong legs and ran towards Tang Luo.

The way it strode was not quick, but its big and tall body gave it a decent speed. Within three steps, it reached Tang Luo and gazed down upon him. It raised its right hand, spreading and contorting its five fingers!

Like five black scimitars, ruthlessly reaching out at Tang Luo!

The speed at which it shot out made the palm of the Resurrected seem like a stream of blurred images.

It was a different kind of deafening compared to its roars.

The fast-moving palm and the sharp tip of its fingers rubbed against the air, giving off a sharp whistle. It was as though a needle was trying to drill into the ear.

Jack covered his ears in pain, his palms already felt the wet blood. But his eyes remained wide open, staring at Tang Luo. He wanted to watch this person die with his own eyes!

Tang Luo clenched his right fist and slightly toward his waist before extending it straight.

The air was struck by a huge force, and thus forming a gust of wind that swept through the basement.

Jack's wide-opened eyes closed instinctively. Jack only opened his eyes after he heard something fall to the ground with a thud.

Then he saw an exaggeratedly slender gray-white arm falling in front of him. The five fingers remained in the 'scimitar' posture.

Like an old machine operating, Jack raised his chin with great difficulty and turned his head. He saw the Resurrected, which only had a third of his body and two legs left, slowly collapsing to the ground.

Its other parts had already turned into minced flesh and blood that burst through the air, in a fan shape, splattering onto the space behind it.

Tang Luo took a glance at the Resurrected's body and withdrew his gaze. He then walked towards Jack.

Jack pedaled his legs in horror. He bumped into the protruding part of the edge of the stone platform and fell onto the ground again.

"Don't come over…"

Jack's back pressed tightly against the stone platform, unable to move back any further.

In other words, he had no courage to flee to either side. In Jack's mind, the person before him had become a monster that was more frightening than the Resurrected despite it being just a layer of human skin.

Jack finally understood how that heavy table got embedded in the wall.

Tang Luo crouched down and used the clean part of Jack's clothes to wipe himself.

He wiped off a little blood and grease on his fingers, stood up again, and said to Jack, "Good and evil are rewarded and punished accordingly. Benefactor, I will send you back to the western pure land."

"Wha—"

Jack's voice stopped abruptly as his eyes dimmed within an instant.

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Outside the mental hospital…

Zhou Zhenguo took out a cigarette that no one knew where he got from and started smoking.

"Little Chu, stop walking, I'm dizzy."

In front of him, Little Chu was pacing back and forth non-stop.

"Uncle Zhou, I was thinking, did we miss something?" asked Little Chu.

"What did we miss?" Zhou Zhenguo asked back.

"Rewards, in addition to the immediate rewards after the completion of the mission, the benefits you can get during the mission!"

Little Chu said, "Do you think this organization will have any good things for us to take?"

"Maybe." Zhou Zhenguo did not give a definite answer

"They pursue immortality and conduct human experiments. Maybe they have already had some success. Be it human strengthening serums, mutation techniques, and the like." Little Chu was heartbroken as if he had lost a billion. He only thought of this after he came out.

"Maybe there are." Zhou Zhenguo said, "Look at those big burly men. All of them with good bodies like Mr. Bodybuilding. This is not normal."

"…" Little Chu was very downcast.

There was a big money-making opportunity in front of him, but he didn't cherish it and only regretted it when he lost it.

What happened? Why did he lose it?

'Nonsense, Master Xuanzang is still inside. Whatever the benefits, it must have already been taken by Master Xuanzuang.'

Little Chu did not have such a thick skin, nor did he have the strength to wait for Tang Luo to come out and take a share of the spoils.

After a while, the small iron door was pushed open, and Tang Luo came out. He was no different from how he looked when he entered.

"Master, is there an ambush inside? Is it dangerous?" asked Little Chu.

"No, it's not dangerous." Tang Luo told the truth.

The Resurrected had been killed with one punch, and it was a presumptuous merit provider.

Danger? It did not exist.

Not only was it not dangerous, but because they were evil-doers, they also provided Tang Luo the greatest power of virtuous merit that he had ever seen since he stepped into the mission world.

According to customs, part of it was kept as reserve, and the rest was used for healing, to great effect.

In order to avoid affecting his injury, Tang Luo could only exert about 5% of his strength.

Also, it was not that he was unable to fight, but that would aggravate his injuries.

After the treatment from the power of virtuous merits, Tang Luo's uninjured limit was successfully increased to 6%, which was gratifying.

The injury could be seen as 6% recovered, rounding off would be a billion times recovered!

Therefore, Tang Luo had a warm smile on his face.

Upon seeing Tang Luo's smile, the upset Little Chu wished he could rewind time by a dozen minutes, and beat his old self up for choosing to leave.