Chapter 365: Suppression (4200 added, request for monthly pass)


    “I feel dizzy…”


    Sean lifted his head and found himself bound to a pir, his view filled with an underground cavern.


    “Underground… me… what happened?”


    His head throbbed, feeling as if his spirituality was depleted, unable to use any more transcendent power.


    “Right… I was conducting a werewolf investigation in the Emerald Forest, then I met that woman… ”


    Sean mumbled to himself.


    At this moment, he noticed he was seemingly at the edge of an altar.


    Many ck pirs stood tall, most were tied down with a werewolf.


    And next to him was Paul.


    “Fourth Level Professionals… are indeed strong…”


    Sean looked around and finally spotted the same young woman again.


    She was wearing a white dress, standing in the center of the ritual, with a blood-dripping obsidian dagger in her hand.


    More crucially, her face now appeared somewhat familiar, seemingly seen somewhere before.


    Under his gaze, the young woman easily slit a werewolf’s throat with the obsidian dagger.


    Gulugulu!


    Blood sttered, falling into the channels on the ground. The young woman, however, was very calm, walking towards the next sacrifice.


    “Let me think…” Sean took a sniff: “This incense and ritual… ck Death Society! This is the ck Death Society’s sacrifice ritual! All of us are the sacrifices!”


    The captive bound, their numbers hard to estimate.


    Moreover, most of them are professional or transcendent species!


    This scale of sacrifice made Sean break into a cold sweat: “I get it! You guys are trying to recerge-scale human sacrifices with the transcendent species of werewolves because they all live in dense forests, even if a tribe is eradicated it’s hard to attract the Federation’s attention… ck Death Society… you guys are indeed the masterminds behind all this!”


    As he spoke, the young woman had killed several more werewolves.


    What surprised Sean was, her breath seemed to deepen a bit.


    Finally, the young woman came to Sean.


    That extremely beautiful face made Sean more apprehensive.


    Immediately, his eyes lit up: “I remember now, you’re Bicui!”


    After all, being just ordinary college ssmates, if it weren’t for Su Lu, Sean might not have remembered this name.


    Furthermore, since their graduation, so many years have passed, Bicui has gone through drastic changes, it would be abnormal if Sean could recognize her immediately.


    “Bicui? Indeed… that’s my name.”


    Bicui’s green eyes gazed at Sean, the corner of her mouth curling slightly: “I remember you too… friend of that person, Sean! You will be sacrificed to the Lord of Death!”


    “Damn!”


    Sean rolled his eyes: “I thought you’d spare me, considering we were old ssmates…”


    He subtly nced at the obsidian dagger in Bicui’s hand, immediately nothing to deflect the topic: “You took sides with the ck Death Society? I must say, this is a terrible decision… I’m a federal civil servant now, even have a retirement n… a cult organization definitely won’t have this, right? My employment status is still better than yours.”


    Bicui remained unmoved, raising her dagger.


    “Wait… all these sacrifices of transcendent species, what are you trying to do?” Sean shouted: “Perform an evil ritual, curse your enemies, or seek your own advancement?”


    “Death… can enhance my strength.”


    Bicui stared at her palm: “Should feel honored to be a part of my power… Nevertheless, you still have some use…”


    She knocked her dagger.


    Phew!


    Scalding droplets of blood sttered onto Sean’s face.


    He opened his eyes, finding that the one who was stabbed wasn’t him, but Paul next to him.


    “Alright… he didn’t manage to write his will in the end, poor poor little guy…”


    Seanmented as if to mock, but his expression turned cold: “Bicui… why did you be like this?”


    “Isn’t it good to have changed like this?”


    Bicui, too sttered with blood, still had an innocent smile.


    The angel and the devil, contradictory yet harmonious, seemed to merge in her.


    “And… tell me, where is Su Lu?”


    The question that came next caused Sean’s pupils to widen: “You… what are you asking?”


    “Su Lu Pottery! Even if he was avoiding me before, I could still asionally sense him in this world… but this past year, he seems to have truly disappeared from the world.”


    A confused look surfaced on Bicui’s face.


    “What do you want with him?” Sean criticized his roommate mentally, meanwhile, weaving a cliche story in his mind that could be serialized in the Federation newspaper.


    “Find him, kill him!” Bicui answered as a matter of course.


    “Alright…” Sean rolled his eyes, feeling utterly hopeless for this world: “Sorry… I have no idea. The Eleventh Bureau’s regtions are strict, there aren’t many holidays. Ever since we parted in Nia city, I haven’t seen him again…”


    In reality, he has seen him. But Su Lu had concealed his identity, naturally, Sean wouldn’t know.


    “That’s a pity… it seems that you’re not that important in his heart, not even worth being a hostage…”


    Bicui sighed: “Then we’ll just make you a part of my power!”


    She pulled out the blood-stained obsidian dagger, and raised it again.


    “Dead for sure!”


    Sean shut his eyes, starting to pray silently.


    The next moment, the anticipated pain did note.


    “Finally found it.”


    On the contrary, a very familiar voice echoed in his ears.


    Sean opened his eyes and saw a blue-eyed blonde youth standing beside him, a warm smile on his lips.


    “Su Lu? Your eyes?”


    Sean felt as if he was dreaming: “Wait… How did you appear all of a sudden? Am i dreaming?”


    “Long time no see, Bicui!”


    Su Lu ignored Sean, instead turning to look at Bicui.


    He concealed his own information, so that he could unexpectedly kill his way to Bicui and rectify the initial error he left behind!


    On his forehead, a pentagram symbol emerged.


    Buzz!


    As if resonating, on Bicui’s forehead, a simr symbol appeared with great difficulty. Only, one represented the master and the other represented the servant.


    “Submit to me!”


    With a low voice, Su Lu slowly said.


    The struggle was evident on Bicui’s face, but she slowly knelt down with one knee, seemingly submitting.


    “Um? What’s happening?” Sean was baffled. What’s happening that this fourth level professional, knelt down in front of Su Lu with just a single sentence?


    “F… Fifth Level?”


    The tenacious Bicui lifted her head, her eyes filled with disbelief.


    The master-servant contract inherently favored the master, especially when Su Lu’s professional rank was higher than Bicui. As soon as he suddenly attacked and appeared in front of her, repression required no effort at all.