My Cell Prison-Chapter 1154 - 1153: Going Up the Mountain

Under the bartender’s driving, indeed a lot of time was saved.

When the van stopped at the foot of Mo Star Ridge.

The bartender’s body still twitched slightly, he had gained a certain enhancement under the influence of the Headless’s resentment, but in front of the Dark Organization, it was still difficult for him to survive... Those released by Chen Li were all ghosts harboring mad resentment.

However, when he looked in the rearview mirror at the Headless lying in the back seat, the bartender immediately encouraged himself.

After all, such an opportunity might come only once in a thousand years... he had to seize it.

He grabbed the lantern head emitting a red glow and walked out from the driver’s side.

At the same time.

On the other side, Han Dong closely examined his newly connected arm and slowly emerged from the passenger side.

Hiss hiss hiss~

The newly attached arm was still emitting steaming Yin Qi.

With the overflow of grey vapor, the fat and large arm gradually shrank and became proportional to Han Dong’s body... of course, only in terms of size, the fat hanging on the Faceless One’s arm was still there, and it was indeed very solid fat.

"I need to test the strength of this arm."

Han Dong grabbed the van door and gently pulled.

Crack—the entire metal door was pulled off directly.

If it weren’t for the Headless sitting inside, Han Dong would probably have pulled the entire van away.

Following that, Han Dong aimed at a five-meter-tall tree beside the road.

He tried to activate the Ghost Yin Power within his arm.

Snap—a flick of his finger.

The vibrant tree instantly turned to dust, and simultaneously, a gust of Yin wind blew by, forming a ghostly face in the air.

"Is this what they call a ’Legend’ quality arm? Love it... However, the balance is still too off.

Although I can barely restrain the arm, I can’t use its full power.

And, just this arm alone nearly occupies 70% of my body’s Load Value... not to mention the lack of coordination and support from the clown’s Body Trunk.

The load of this arm is tremendous, and the energy consumption is equally terrifying. If the battle were prolonged, all the energy would be used up due to this arm, I’ll have to take things step by step.

For now, let’s just enjoy the moment temporarily."

Staring at the tree that was instantly annihilated, the bartender was also stunned; he had never seen such exaggerated power before.

At that moment.

The thick arm suddenly rested on the bartender’s shoulder, scaring him so much he almost leaked something, but he managed to stop it... However, the bartender also realized an unfavorable situation—murder to silence him.

Unexpectedly, when the bartender nervously turned his head, holding the lantern, all he saw was Han Dong’s smiling face.

"Let’s go, you just need to lead the way to Random Burial Mound, leave any trouble along the way to me to solve."

"Oh... okay."

"What’s your name?"

"Chen Guang... Bin."

"Hmm, lead the way well, if we can make it on time, I will give you some benefits."

Hearing this, the bartender’s face also displayed a confident expression, "Leave it to me, leading the way is my strongest suit."

Just as Han Dong set foot on the mountain path of Mo Star Ridge.

The aura from within Han Dong immediately mingled with the Yin Qi pervading the mountains.

In the Random Burial Mound area several kilometers away, an old man carrying a pipe sat up from a coffin, inhaling a trace of a strange smell from Han Dong along with the smoke into his nostrils.

He immediately carried this scent to the massive crater right in the center of Random Burial Mound.

"Hong, someone has entered the mountain... Could it be the ’friend’ you spoke of?"

In the midst of numerous hairs, a red-clothed woman slowly stood up, propelled by the strands of hair with a bizarre smile emerging on her lips.

"Quicker than I anticipated. Give me the [Smoke]."

"Yes, there are two scents..."

From the old man’s pipe, two differently colored smokes billowed out.

One was dark red, symbolizing the bartender.

The other was grey, speckled with some spots of resentment.

Perhaps it was because Han Dong had attached the Headless One’s arm, his overall aura had undergone a significant change, and the woman in red showed a puzzled look after absorbing the smoke.

"Time has passed for too long, and due to some issues, I’ve mostly lost contact with this friend; it’s hard to tell if the aura belongs to him.

Yan, why don’t you take Mei and the Iron Corpse to check it out?"

"Yes."

As the woman in red issued her instructions,

a crawling old crone emerged from her nest, accompanied by a Qing dynasty-dressed zombie.

With a cigarette stub in his mouth and half of his skull exposed, the old man led the way toward the direction of the unfamiliar scent.

These three could each correlate with a hidden mission in the world of Yin Yang Road, ranking just below the final boss.

With the departure of the three fierce ghosts,

the woman in red continued to sniff the air, feeling both unfamiliar and familiar with it, for in her memory, her friend shouldn’t possess such inexplicably thick grudges.

"Could it be you?"

...

Among the overgrown mountain paths,

the bartender leading with a lantern head felt somewhat uneasy.

He himself was not a combative ghost; previously, he conducted business in the Underworld, avoiding unnecessary troubles... But now, he had ventured into the mountains haunted by fierce ghosts.

Every stretch of the way, he would steal glances at Han Dong, who was five meters behind him.

This time, just as he was about to look back, an arm suddenly rested on his shoulder,

almost scary enough to make this ghost shout.

He took a closer look and realized it was Han Dong, who also placed his finger to his lips, "Something is coming..."

"What?"

The bartender could release a red mist from his skull for sensing, but he hadn’t detected anything now.

"There’s a definite hostility... Strange, if they were working for Chen Li, they should have come to greet me.

It seems taking defensive measures was indeed correct... After all, so much time has passed, the changes in Chen Li are unknown, even the master-servant sense is deeply weakened."

While Han Dong was puzzled,

the white fog in their area grew denser, accurately speaking, it turned into a white smoke.

The bartender was smart enough to realize the source of this white smoke, "Quickly plug the [holes] on your body, this smoke will try to sneak in... This must be the power of [Murderous Smoke]."

"Holes? I have much experience with those; previously, a more formidable guy used to drill in and out of various [holes] on my body."

Han Dong was unconcerned, standing amidst the white smoke, waiting for the other party to show themselves.

At that moment,

an old man with half of his skull exposed, dangling an old cigarette pipe, emerged from the edge.

Under the vision of the Demon Eye, Han Dong immediately looked over and politely said, "Hello... I’m looking for Chen Li, she might have changed her name, the girl in red who likes to chop meat with a cleaver."

"Indeed, a friend of Sister Hong, what a fortunate meeting."

The old man said benevolently and gently tapped his smoking pipe. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Boom!

The white smoke that had infiltrated Han Dong’s body, along with the smoke covering the area, exploded instantly, causing the entire mountain region to tremble.