"Look at you, there's no need to rush."
As the expression of the Scorpio Bureau chief escalated from fear to a full-blown distortion due to his cleanliness obsession, the Third-generation Elder clutched his pants and explained with a chuckle:
"What I placed into your souls is actually my belt. It's just that the material for this belt is hair.
Although I never beca a Pillar God, I at least reached that certain figure of 80 points as a human. Naturally, my body beca an excellent forging material, even surpassing the four supre Pillar Gods.
So after I died, I processed my corpse a bit. My hair was collected, mixed with so other materials, and woven into a belt for special ergencies."
"..."
"Hmm... as you know, I'm not very powerful, I have a poor relationship with the Realm of the Dead, and I spend most of my ti in the Sage's Cetery. What if one of the Overlords of the Dead Realm suddenly decides to take action against and breaks ?
So to avoid being bullied, I specially forged this belt into a lifesaving anomalous object tailored to the conditions of the Realm of the Dead. Even if one falls down the Cliff of the End, it can still float back up. I just didn't expect that it would be used by you before I had the chance."
Is... that so?
After hearing the explanation from the Third-generation Elder, the twisted face of the Scorpio Bureau chief finally cald down a bit, and he then turned to Leon with a probing look.
Leon, after a mont of silence, expressionlessly asked back:
"Does it make a difference?"
"..."
"Cough, cough, cough! There is a difference."
Before the expression of the Scorpio Bureau chief could twist again, the Third-generation Elder cleared his throat and interrupted:
"It seems like the Realm of the Dead has stabilized again. My belt can only delay death, not completely avoid it. So let's hurry and fetch the others! Dragging any longer wouldn't be good."
"..."
This old guy... there's definitely sothing off about him!
Watching as the Third-generation Elder disappeared into an ebony coffin, Leon couldn't help but flex the hand that had previously grabbed a collar, a strange light flickering in his eyes.
Ever since he learned he could gain information about "anomalous objects" through touch, the Third-generation Elder seed to be deliberately keeping "distance" from him, avoiding any direct physical contact. The most he could touch was the clothes he wore.
Even more eerie, the "dead man" didn't wear clothes that were manifestations of soul mory like other deceased, but rather a bona fide ordinary clothing that existed independently of his soul.
When Leon attempted to go further and tried to touch the "flesh" of the Third-generation Elder on a pretext, his fingertips passed through nothing as if the elder was rely a formless obsession.
Not only his body, but the coffin was also the sa. Leon could touch any other coffin in the cetery except this one. Even though he and Emma could lie inside together, when he tried to touch this coffin, he couldn't feel or gather any information at all.
So he's definitely guarding against ... maybe not just against !
Leon quickly reviewed the information about the Third-generation Elder in his mind and noticed so suspicious points. Squinting slightly, he went over these thoughts.
The Realm of the Dead is definitely not a pleasant place. The Six-faced Elephant Deer had been driven mad from staying too long, yet the Third-generation Elder lived apart from the Bureau and stayed permanently in the Sage's Cetery. Didn't he feel uncomfortable?
Moreover, every ti a new Taurus chairman ca to power, the Third-generation Elder would promptly co over and only return to the living world after the Taurus chairman died of old age. This was also full of inexplicable elents.
According to him, if he couldn't beco the strongest blacksmith among the living, he aid to be the strongest blacksmith among the dead. It sounded reasonable, but was that the real reason, or was he deliberately avoiding sothing?
Though the thoughts were complex and lengthy, in terms of ntal speed, it all occurred in just a blink of an eye.
After glancing at the coffin of the Third-generation Elder, Leon didn't continue probing into his secrets but instead retrieved two coffin-bearing demons from the mirror world and tossed them toward the Third-generation Elder's coffin.
The Third-generation Elder already knew about his "ability." If he had to investigate thoroughly, a direct showdown would be inevitable, but Leon couldn't ascertain his situation at all. Not to ntion, the potential anomalous objects on him were deceptively dangerous.
He only used his own hair to make a belt that could evade death, so where were the other parts?
Body, bones, blood, marrow, fingers, teeth, skin, sinews; facial features, organs, limbs, torso... the Third-generation Elder would even utilize his own hair, so how could these evidently superior "materials" possibly be wasted?
"Are you two dumb!"
The urging voice of the Third-generation Elder erged, interrupting Leon's thoughts. He poked his head out of the coffin, glanced at the two camouflaged demons bearing the coffin, and said disdainfully:
"How can two people lift a coffin if they're both holding the middle? If my body wasn't already decomposed, my bones would have been flung out by you two fools!"
"..."
...
"Have you settled down?"
Half-lying in the inky void, gazing up at the precipitous cliff above, the Cancer chairman who was slowly descending with a strand of curled hair wrapped around his neck, couldn't help but wiggle from the constriction and then asked in confusion:
"When you were thrown down just now, did you feel like... you suddenly lost control?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Yes"
After a considerable silence, the Sagittarius chairman, floating twenty ters away, finally opened his eyes, blankly shaking his twisted limbs, and answered:
"I was ready to perish together with the Sculptor, but then my soul was yanked, the secret technique failed to activate, and I was knocked down by the lantern held by the Faceless Man."
" too."
The drowsy Pisces chairman pondered and then added:
"When I was targeted by the digging earthworm, I considered forsaking my body and transferring my soul into its body, dragging its consciousness into a dream to utterly disable the Six-faced Elephant Deer's avatar.
But just as I was about to do it, my soul was also tugged and then I was swept down as well... Joan, were you the sa too?"
"Not in my case... cough..."
The Taurus chairman, with blood seeping continuously from his front placket, coughed and shook his head, puzzled:
"I just simply lost... The previous incident at the Watcher's Palace left my soul always lacking. The joint pull from Grandma Crow-eye and the Sculptor nearly ripped my soul from my body...
By the way, how are the others? Were only the four of us knocked down? Are Capricorn and the other chiefs safe?"
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