My Cell Prison-Chapter 1155 - 1154: Not on the Same Level

Don’t be fooled by Yan’s frail and elderly appearance.

In his lifetime, he also employed the pretense of old age and benevolence to fool the police’s investigations.

Privately, he was a quite infamous "bomber," and his choice of locations for explosions was also crowded places like malls, subway stations, or large hotels.

When the detectives finally locked on to this neighbor, who was well regarded but suffered from multiple diseases and had limited mobility, they all felt doubtful.

But the evidence was conclusive as the tactical police teams were certain of his hideout and burst through the door.

He nonchalantly pressed the detonator in his hand, carrying more than a dozen tactical officers with him in a massive explosion that tore them apart in an instant.

Because he had crossed the Yin Yang Road several times during his lifetime, he gained the opportunity to transform into a Yin Ghost.

Now a Yin Ghost, he became even less able to restrain his desires and perfectly merged his love for tobacco with explosive attributes, allowing him to create various forms of blasts just by exhaling smoke.

Within the Dark Organization, he was considered one of the more formidable spirits, and he was also one of Hong’s underlings.

...

When Yan found the one climbing the hill, he showed no mercy and triggered a powerful explosion.

After all, he had heard from Hong that this ’friend’ was quite strong.

The explosion covered a thousand square meters, creating a huge crater in the ground.

Furthermore, some of the smoke had been inhaled into the target’s body... which should have also triggered an internal explosion.

But Yan’s expression didn’t look good; since he could ignite smoke, he could naturally sense the situation within it.

Not only did the climber’s presence not vanish in the explosion, but it also increased significantly, and an overwhelming vitality spilled out, baffling Yan.

He then put the old pipe back into his mouth and took a strong inhale.

The smoke created by the explosion was all drawn back into Yan’s body, and it also revealed the "abnormality" at the center of the explosion.

Bright red, swollen, clumps of fleshy masses approximately covered a five-meter area in the center, and they even sprouted giant eyeballs... The meatball-covered area was completely undamaged by the explosion.

Han Dong and the young bartender were all enveloped within it.

This was—

The meatball began to wriggle and retract into Han Dong’s right arm... a hyperplastic anomaly induced by the G virus.

Han Dong looked at the old man with an extremely indifferent gaze.

A test? No... The recent attack carried a clear intent to kill.

"It’s been a year and a half since Chen Li entered here, not to mention that the nature of this world has changed, and Chen Li herself may have undergone significant personality changes in her pursuit of power.

I’ve also considered that there might be some issues during the process of retrieving Chen Li.

Since others are unwelcome, there’s no need for me to continue playing nice."

As Han Dong was about to raise the headless one’s left arm,

two presences approached him simultaneously, one from the ground, appearing to be some sort of insect-like creature, and another from above.

Multitasking.

Using the Demon Eye to peer through the ground and his two real eyes to look upwards.

Beneath the ground, an old crone with limbs twice as long as a normal person’s and serrated arms was frantically digging her way forward.

Above was a zombie in Qing dynasty official attire, which reminded Han Dong of certain movies, though the jumping ability of this real-life zombie was incomparable to those in films, leaping a hundred meters from the forest to reach Han Dong.

The old crone jumped out first.

What waited for her was a smiling Han Dong, who was looking down with a smile on his face.

His right foot was already charged.

The effects of the "Book of Dead Spirit (Leg Manuscript)" saw Han Dong’s right leg muscles wrapped and stimulated by layers of tentacles, resulting in a bizarre swelling as if several grotesque tumors had grown in his lower leg.

As Mei, who had emerged from the digging, prepared to tear her target apart with her serrated limbs,

the already prepared right leg swung out...

The moment it struck her body, an indescribable propelling force completely shattered Mei’s skeleton from within, and her body exploded like a balloon on the spot, turning into a mist of blood.

The next second, as the Iron Zombie descended from the sky about to make contact with Han Dong,

Snap! It was firmly grasped by a resentful, thick arm and held in the air in a "Five Finger Brain Grab" fashion.

This Iron Zombie from the Dark Organization was one of the toughest, with physical strength ranked in the top three.

Yet here he was, held aloft by Han Dong with one hand, unable to move.

Creak, creak, creak~

The sound of steel being compressed emitted when the fingers squeezed.

"Oh! So tough?

It seems the movies aren’t lying... Zombies are indeed terrifyingly hard. This hand of mine can easily crush a motorcycle.

Let’s see just how tough you really are."

Han Dong didn’t make use of the "Ghost Yin Power" in his arm nor did he use any tentacles to contaminate or magic, he simply used brute force.

Creak, creak, creak~

With Iron Zombie’s skull caving in under the pressure of the five fingers... Crack!

As the rotten brainstem scattered on the ground.

The head, harder than steel, was directly pinched and burst, and Han Dong still hadn’t let go, continuing to press down on the thick left arm.

He didn’t stop until he had flattened the Iron Zombie into an iron pancake.

Not only did this scene leave the bartender in charge of leading the way stunned, but fear also flickered in Yan’s pupils.

They were simply not on the same level.

Yan immediately employed his signature skill, turning his body into a smoky spirit form, and fled towards the Random Burial Mound at top speed.

"What kind of monster is this? Why is Hong’s friend so powerful?"

Just when Yan thought he was about to reach the Random Burial Mound,

a swath of starlight appeared before his eyes.

The young man who had crossed space and time grabbed his neck and pinned it against a tree trunk... The Yin Qi leaking from the young man’s arm tightly bound the smoky old man, leaving him no chance of escape.

"Did the lady in red send you to kill me? Do not lie... If I find out you’re lying, I will have you experience eternal pain, and death will become the most luxurious thing for you."

"No... It was on our own initiative! It was really Hong’s intention to verify your identity."

"On your own? Why?"

"Hong is about to become the only one who can contend with the Yin Yang Road. When that time comes, the Yin Yang Rules will cease to exist, and our bindings will be completely undone.

Under her leadership, we in the Dark Organization might venture into a broader world.

But whenever Hong talks about you, she always shows an expression we have never seen before... as if she is waiting for you to come and take her away.

We cannot let all our hard efforts be in vain..."

Snap!

Han Dong snapped his fingers.

Yan received the best gift - "death."

Hearing such a response also brought a pleased smile to Han Dong’s face.

"So it’s like that... I thought something had happened to Chen Li."

At this point,

The bartender carrying the lantern head also caught up.

He saw the remaining smoke in Han Dong’s palm and knew that the formidable Yan had been instantly killed.

"The Random Burial Mound shouldn’t be too far, right?"

"Just over the hillock in front of the gate... I’ll lead the way!"

At this moment,

The bartender began to regard Han Dong almost as a deity, no longer afraid of anything, quickly crossing the small hill nearby.

However, the scene within the Random Burial Mound still nearly scared him enough to tumble down the slope.

Han Dong seemed very interested, observing the mound covered in hair... The hair of millions of resentful spirits piled up here.

An important ritual was about to commence.