The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins-Chapter 51: Holy Light Covering Sin

Upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao frowned in dissatisfaction and shook his head resentfully.

"Foolish! If I kill you, this money is mine too! I am asking if you have any valuables hidden away!"

"Ah?"

De Oliveira was once again confused, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing this, Zhu Haomiao sighed disappointedly and slowly stood up.

The shadow of the youth gradually enveloped De Oliveira. Against the backlight, De Oliveira seemed to see a demon baring its grotesque, terrifying tusks.

"No! Don't come any closer!"

Extreme fear gripped his spirit, like a startled wild cat. De Oliveira screamed madly, supporting himself with his hands, struggling to crawl backward, while blood gushed from his thigh, trailing a long "red carpet" on the ground.

"Relax, a bit of pain is normal."

Along with the youth's words, De Oliveira felt an evil, merciless power descend from nowhere, slowly lifting his body, making him float in the air.

As if foreseeing the fate of death, De Oliveira, in the deepest despair, instead found calmness and murmured a prayer piously.

"My Lord! Help me catch a glimpse of your holy presence in my life! Help me submit completely to you, despite the rampant evil, let me be bathed in your glory."

"Lord! Help me clear and clean up my spiritual life, remove everything incorrect that prevents me from fulfilling your will!"

"Lord! Let me stay away from the chaos created by Satan, away from those deeply sinful deeds."

"Lord! Help me resist evil! Let Satan lose his strength over me!"

Accompanying De Oliveira's prayers, Zhu Haomiao frowned in disgust, instinctively looked up toward the void, sensing a mysterious energy cascading down like a pillar of light, obstructing the power awakening from the Book of Black.

Thump thump~

Zhu Haomiao could distinctly feel the Original Sin pulsating in De Oliveira's soul, akin to a heartbeat, yet the sacred light cascading from the void tightly restrained and suppressed it, forbidding it from interfering with the physical, twisting reality.

"The holy light covering filthy sin, truly hypocritical to the point of being nauseating!"

Zhu Haomiao let out a cold laugh, following the guidance of instinct, activating the power of Original Sin of Greed, borrowing a portion of strength from his future self, traversing the timeline.

"Greed."

An eerie whisper, unheard by others, echoed in his soul. It felt as if something broke out of the shell within his heart, and De Oliveira's eyes instantly widened, his eyeballs seemed to protrude out of their sockets.

A surreal will interfered with the material world, invisible dark light broke through the body, instantaneously obliterating the holy light descending from the void. The power of the Book of Black once again started up slowly.

Snap snap~

The robust human body twisted spirally bit by bit, the hard bones couldn't withstand and fractured, splintering with white shards piercing through muscle and skin, contorting into bizarre and malformed angles.

Subsequently, the invisible force gradually intensified, every vertebra of De Oliveira was forcibly snapped, and his body spiraled into a twist, circle upon circle upon circle... akin to a towel soaked with water, being wrung dry, extricating every valuable component.

Blood, cerebral fluid, marrow, melted viscera...

Even the essence of the symbolic elements was squeezed out, merging together, refined and purified under the power of the Book of Black, condensing into a moment of bewitching bright gold.

Clink~

Zhu Haomiao reached out his hand in a beckoning gesture, the gold coins collided producing a melodious and pleasant chime, flew through the air into his palm.

Greed +250

Greed: LV.1→LV.2 (150/200)

God +1 Qi +1

Feeling the surging energy in the void pouring into his Divine Soul, Zhu Haomiao took a deep breath in ecstasy.

A colonizer full of blood is indeed more nutritionally rich than any Corpse Ghost...

Though it can't be liquidated in the short term, the process of gradually strengthening the foundation is quite addictive.

It's like watching the balance in a bank account grow daily, even if unused temporarily, it brings a sense of clarity and confidence.

However, thinking of the balance, Zhu Haomiao looked at the five coins in his palm still stained with blood, watching them absorb the crimson like sponges, becoming even more resplendent, squinting his eyes thoughtfully.

This is the manifestation of greed...

When harvesting sin, I seem to be able to adjust the ratio between Greed and Gold Coin...

Moreover, these gold coins seem to have other wondrous uses...

Just as he was pondering, Wilson stepped forward, respectfully handing over a stack of silver notes.

"Master, this is all the silver notes I found with him, totaling three thousand seven hundred taels, plus three hundred British Pounds."

Receiving the banknotes handed over by Wilson, Zhu Haomiao nodded with satisfaction, suddenly inspired, a magnificent gold coin appeared at his fingertips, with a light flick of the thumb, it described a beautiful parabola in the air, spinning towards Wilson.

Bzz bzz bzz~

The gold coin spun rapidly emitting a crisp sound of breaking through the air, Wilson's dazed and unfocused eyes suddenly shrank, as if a starved beast, he caught the coin flying in front of him with a greedy and excited grasp, overjoyed.

Soon after, the coin melted in his palm at a visible speed, turning into a viscous dark liquid like crude oil, permeating little by little into the skin.

As the dark essence merged into his soul, the gloomy black light in Wilson's eyes gradually bloomed, like an addict high on drugs, his expression distortion with rolling eyes, gaze turning more twisted and hollow, more unpredictable.

Carefully observing his state, Zhu Haomiao distinctly sensed the bond between himself and Wilson deepened.

If before, I was only bewitching him, now I can exercise a certain degree of control over him!

What would happen if I continue to bestow the Greed Coin upon him?

Could he be completely 'bought off'?

Zhu Haomiao squinted his eyes with interest, but seeing the four remaining coins in his hand, suppressed the bold thought.

"Leave the rest to you."

Glancing at the now twisted and deformed corpse, Zhu Haomiao quietly retreated.

In Wilson's pupils, the black light that others couldn't observe wriggled and rolled, gazing in the direction of the departing youth, he removed his hat and placed it over his chest, lowering his head deeply like a devout believer.

"Yes, my lord."

Several tens of minutes later, in the best hotel in the Public Leased Territory, inside a luxurious and elegant room, Zhu Haomiao removed his cloak, lying on the sofa gazing out at the scenery.

This is the top luxury suite in Shanghai, though it hasn't yet acquired the flamboyant names of later generations, its service and facilities already have the rudiments of a presidential suite.

"Senior Brother Feng was right, as long as you let go of a little moral baseline, making money is indeed simple..."