My Cell Prison-Chapter 1196 - 1195: Execution of a Major Criminal

"Not bad for a fugitive from the Ministry of Punishment... only the truly vicious bears such a gaze."

Upon reaching this self-dug space.

Xiao Ji, who was absorbing the dripping "Corpse oil," turned his horrid face toward them.

On the blackened and wrinkled zombie face, an extremely terrifying white mouth was exposed—with no lip structure, the corners of the mouth extended to the earlobes, as though it could open at a 90° angle with the jaw.

The dense teeth, four times that of an ordinary person’s, were fully exposed due to the lack of lips.

Coupled with the ferocious look in his eyes, Zhang Xiliang, who had just gained confidence, stepped back three steps in fright.

Zhang Xiliang, a minor local boss, was fundamentally different from such wanted murderers... even at the same level, he would likely be completely restrained.

"It seems he has practiced some kind of ’Corpse Collection’ related to [bone]... the aura contained in his abdomen has turned black.

However, it has not yet condensed into a pill form; he’s one step away from becoming a Black Zombie. We’ve arrived just in time."

Han Dong directly saw through the opponent’s real level with the Demon Eye and had already devised the battle strategy and post-combat plans in his mind.

"Zhang Xiliang, go ahead."

This remark made Zhang Xiliang, who had just stepped back, suddenly freeze: "Mr. Han, aren’t you going up?"

"You and Xiao Ji are at the same level. Sparring with a wanted criminal 1V1 is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity... I will make a move when the time is right."

"I..."

Right as Zhang Xiliang wanted to say more, a cold murderous intent came from the front.

Han Dong had already retreated his body at the same moment, avoiding it towards the edge.

Sensing danger, Zhang Xiliang’s body flared with green light along all its patterns, counter-attacking with the iron rod in his hand.

Clang!

A metallic clash resounded through the Secret Room.

Although his arm felt a bit numb, Zhang Xiliang’s iron rod firmly blocked Xiao Ji’s ’Knife edge’ attack—two bone spurs, projected from within the body, were chopping onto the iron rod.

Xiao Ji once had a [Talisman device] when he was an officer in the Ministry of Punishment, but it was lost during a pursuit... Now, he had to rely solely on his physical body to fight.

Just when Zhang Xiliang blocked an attack and gained some confidence.

However, at that instant.

Swoosh!

The flesh and bone of his right shoulder were instantaneously swept away by a white shadow.

Upon closer inspection, while his arms were blocking the attacks, Xiao Ji had taken the opportunity to bite off Zhang Xiliang’s right shoulder... the sharpness of his teeth far surpassed the hardness of a zombie’s body.

[Zombies] don’t have sensory nerves and thus don’t feel pain, but the Right Arm was clearly weakened.

The iron rod in his grip also became somewhat unsteady.

Once the hand knife broke through the iron rod, it would stab into the heart.

At the critical moment, something strange happened.

A peculiar green energy surged from within Zhang Xiliang, quickly gathering at the missing portion of the shoulder where it had been bitten.

Layer upon layer of green flesh filled in, resembling a viscous plague agglomerate, taking the place of the Body’s function.

He exerted force instantaneously, parrying the Knife edge.

With a swing of the rod, Clang! he struck Xiao Ji’s abdominal bone, eliciting a loud ringing... Xiao Ji, with his smaller frame, was directly knocked back over ten meters and slammed heavily against the wall.

"Hmm?"

This "Hmm" came simultaneously from all three parties.

It expressed Han Dong’s surprise, Zhang Xiliang’s amazement, and the shock of Xiao Ji, the murderer.

The green flesh that had condensed and filled in at the shoulder’s location contained a special energy... It even gathered up a ’snake head’-like phantom from the green aura Zhang Xiliang was emitting all over his body.

Zhang Xiliang was surprised himself; the plague filling in his shoulder was not something he deliberately brought forth; he was utterly baffled.

He just felt danger and wanted to do something when a force from within burst forth, repairing the wound and even granting his Right Arm greater strength.

At this moment.

Xiao Ji, pushed back by the attack, revealed the answer. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Demon Power... Who are you? The newly appointed Green-clad Historian?"

Xiao Ji had once spent time in the Ministry of Punishment, and thus had encountered Monsters... He instantly recognized the transformation Zhang Xiliang had just undergone.

With that said, Zhang Xiliang immediately realized something.

"Could it be that the Necro-element Mr. Han infused into me contained Demon Power? No wonder... Some of these corpses were sent by the imperial court, likely those of Ministry of War personnel who died at the hands of monsters.

But, isn’t Demon Power extremely difficult to master? How come I was able to use it so easily?"

Just then.

A surge of killing intent, several times thicker, approached from the side.

Zhang Xiliang turned his head, attempting to block, but Xiao Ji, with a bizarre posture, had already closed in. It was too late to block or strike with a steel pipe; a bone spur was already pressed against his chest.

In terms of assassination skills, Xiao Ji was a professional.

After collecting information on his opponent from the first collision, he targeted the weaknesses with a lethal move on the second attempt.

"I’m about to die!"

Zhang Xiliang felt an inexplicable sense of death, even though this feeling stimulated his potential and caused green liquid venomous snakes to spontaneously form on his skin, attempting to bite the opponent.

The swift knife edge was already stabbing into his chest, about to slice into his vital heart.

Right at that moment.

An even more terrifying and sinister aura swept in...

The murderous intent contained within was even more intense than that of Xiao Ji, the wanted criminal.

It moved so fast that no one could see clearly; one could only catch a glimpse of a wisp of black hair fluttering through the air.

"Deep Imitation"

A thin, tall zombie, with black hair cascading down its shoulders, was already standing behind Xiao Ji.

Rather than calling it a zombie, it resembled a black-haired corpse demon...

As a survival instinct of a murder maniac, Xiao Ji, feeling the threat, immediately activated his Bone Skill, growing sharp bone spurs from his back to deter the opponent.

But...

A knife edge made of black hair had already swept past his neck.

At the same time, Tentacles, ignoring the hard Body and bone layers, achieved "Heart Penetration."

Snap!

Xiao Ji’s Corpse crashed to the ground.

His disheveled and dirty hair was held in the hand of a tall and slender young man... The severed head, still filled with unwillingness and killing intent, was caught.

"What a pity, I had intended to capture him alive.

But the situation was extremely Dangerous just now; I had no choice but to kill him."

After the young man finished speaking.

The black hair draped over his shoulders slowly retracted to its normal length, and his height returned to the usual, it was Han Dong, who had been watching the fight from a corner.

Once confirming that the target was not a Black Zombie, Han Dong lost interest... Even without a Body, he could easily handle it with just the head.

"Let’s go, time to cash in."

With that said.

He threw out the zombie head, and Zhang Xiliang hurriedly caught it, his eyes filled with admiration.

"It must be Personnel of the Secret Department! Definitely disguised themselves to come here to test me!"

"What are you dazed for, hurry up and go... remove all that green flesh from your Right Arm, and clean up the knife wound on your chest a bit.

Fending off a dangerous fugitive and sustaining severe injuries will keep the Ministry of Punishment from having too much suspicion.

If the officials from the Ministry of Punishment discover the Demon attributes within you and inquire, there’s no need to panic or rush to explain anything; just mention your position at the oil refinery."

"Got it."

"I won’t be going; I’ll wait at home for your news."