Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 573 - 557: Night Watcher: Are All Monsters Deserving of Death?!!

"Cough cough..."

Raven twisted his neck, his eyes cold and dark beneath the mask. He lightly covered his mouth, coughing a couple of muffled coughs, and let out a hoarse laugh,

"The long night is coming. From this day forward, I start my watch. Evil sacrifices must be eradicated. I will not rest until death. I dedicate my life to the Night Watcher. Tonight, and every night, it will be the same, haha—"

Although Dong Ping didn’t understand this ancient oath of the Night Watcher, he still nodded and agreed hurriedly:

"Yes, yes! The master is right; when it comes to evil monsters, they must be wiped out..."

The Corpse Recovery Man driver, however, felt his scalp tingling and about to crack, cold sweat rolling down his temples, staining his back with a large patch of sweat.

A monster reminding the Night Watcher that monsters deserved to die?

Shouldn’t the monsters send you a "good person award" or something?!!

Raven’s chanting suddenly turned into a violent cough. He raised his hand to cover the breathing hole of the mask, and the sound of coughing—a scent of blood leaking between his fingers—

"You’re right. The monsters have already infiltrated humanity. The Night Watcher has never protected humans, but monsters, haha, cough cough—"

Dong Ping quickly raised his head, only to find an icy hand already covering his mouth.

The extreme cold surged into his mouth in an instant, freezing his tongue into a block of ice, then it rapidly expanded, and expanded again.....

"Umm..... um....."

Dong Ping’s mouth was forcibly opened, and his jawbone cracked under the strain.

The ice block grew larger and larger, eventually filling his mouth to the brink, stretching it wide, wide enough to accommodate an entire face, even swallow his own head.

One’s mouth can’t be bigger than the face.

If the face is larger than the mouth, it means only a mouth remains of one’s face.

The Corpse Recovery Man driver watched in utter horror as Dong Ping’s entire head exploded with a bang, and a bloody large mouth turned inside out, looking as if Dong Ping had bitten off his own head.

He had been in the business for over a decade, recovering many corpses, witnessing thousands of ways to die, but Dong Ping’s case tested the limits of imagination.

Cold sweat poured down the Corpse Recovery Man driver’s face like rain, not even caring about calculating how much he had lost in this "pawn" trade.

According to the rules, the pawn procedure should have been:

1. Retrieve the corpse of someone who died unjustly.

2. Sign a contract lending out lifespan.

3. After its revenge, reclaim the "purified" corpse.

4. Collect the remaining lifespan with interest.

But now...

"How much lifespan did I lend to Dong Ping? I think it was 10 days, and subtracting the losses in between, does it mean I lost a whole ten years of lifespan?!!"

According to the ancient traditions passed down, lending out lifespan is going against heaven.

Each day borrowed actually consumes a year of lifespan as the "interest of the heavenly order," meaning.....

The Corpse Recovery Man driver shakily touched his temples, his fingers encountering a startling patch of white; within just a few seconds, he had inexplicably aged ten years!

"Damn... you’re right, just don’t talk in your next life."

He gritted his molars, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Dong Ping’s gaping mouth, cursing incessantly in his heart.

Though filled with resentment, even if trembling with hatred, he kept his head bowed and mouth shut, holding his breath tightly.

Terrified that Black Yama might sense another monster standing beside him.

Feng Yuhuai stared intensely at Dong Ping’s corpse, envying the clean, swift death he met—not like her, unable to die no matter how hard she tried—while her mind processed his final accusations.

Dad returned from death, so Dad must be a monster! No doubt about it!

Brother, although I’ve suspected it a few times, each trial seemed unlike it. Was he slandering, or..... is Brother even better at acting than I am?

And Mother, is she a monster too? I’ve never doubted Mother, how could this be?

The chain suddenly tightened, painfully squeezing her neck, cutting off the chaotic thoughts tumbling like tangled threads in her mind.

Raven tugged at the dog leash, stepped over the corpse, slowly walking out, coughing:

"Go drive!"

This was obviously an order for the Corpse Recovery Man driver, who startled, hurriedly nodded and bowed, dashing out.

He survived, unrelated to whether he was a monster—he was needed to drive.

For the first time, he fiercely loved his profession as a taxi driver.

This lesson taught him that as a monster, having a vocational skill is truly crucial. If he truly survived this disaster, he’d definitely attend another class, learn another skill.

Maybe learn...

In a dark, distant corner.

The Master of Ceremonies’ White Eyes trembled slightly, gradually turning back to normal human pupils:

"The sticky plaster has finally left."

The renowned Night Watcher organization, which could stop Calamity Corpses’ cries, was nothing more than a sticky plaster in Destiny’s eyes.

And because, in the Upper City Council’s armed lines cleansing Destiny, the Night Watcher was far from the most powerful, but definitely the most diligent Suicide Squad.

Above the Night Watcher, the Divine Armor or more secretive Broken Face mobile team, their threat levels far exceeded the Night Watcher tenfold.

But precisely because of this, whether Divine Armor or Broken Face mobile team, they all harbored scheming minds, feigning efforts but not intentions.

Only the Night Watcher, with fewer members, was truly willing to lay down their lives against Destiny, and thus naturally grew more trusted by the Council.

The Wild Beast also breathed a sigh of relief:

"These sticky plasters have keen noses. We’re in a state of stealth now, so we mustn’t be exposed.

Also, the Red Dragonfly mentioned earlier that there’s a secret order from the organization above for the submerged Destiny team to avoid conflict with the Night Watcher recently. Why on earth is this?"

The Master of Ceremonies naturally knew the secret order, though he couldn’t fathom the true considerations from the Thirteen Seats, he had some speculation in his mind, thus explained:

"Probably because... the time has come to devour the Night Watcher in one bite, hasn’t it?"

The underlying implication was, precisely in order to gobble you up in the future, now the mouth remains closed.

Of course, "devour" might mean extermination, or perhaps assimilation, guidance, recruitment, or similar interpretations.

Because the Night Watcher is most willing to fight Destiny, they’re more likely to be assimilated as one of their own?

This logic, seemingly defying common sense, was a maze the Wild Beast’s brain cells struggled to unravel.

Seeing this, the Master of Ceremonies did not elaborate further. Wild Beast scratched his head in confusion, ultimately not continuing his questioning.

He merely asked the question he was interested in:

"Which sect does this coming Night Watcher belong to?"

The Master of Ceremonies replied:

"Breathing ice is from the Extreme Yin Sect."

The Master of Ceremonies knew the Night Watcher well, or rather, Destiny was thoroughly familiar with the internal structure of the Night Watcher.

Just like within Destiny, there are thirteen seats, each overseeing a department as part of the organization’s framework, the Night Watcher was also divided into three major sects:

Extreme Yin, Extreme Yang, Speed.

"Breathing ice" is precisely the trademark of the Extreme Yin Sect, stemming from its members cultivating the Nine Yin Scripture;

Whereas "breathing fire" characterizes the Extreme Yang Sect, due to its members specializing in the Nine Yang Red Skill;

As for the Speed Sect, it neither deals with ice nor fire, but "breathing like lightning," with its members practicing the Sunflower Dao Scripture.

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