The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins-Chapter 61: Although… However, I Know I Am a Good Boy!

Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhu Haomiao was directly slashed and sent flying until he hit the wall and stopped.

Cough, cough~

After a couple of dry coughs, suppressing the blood rising to his throat, the young man looked at the twisted and deformed weapon in his hand and felt the stinging pain of his shaken internal organs. The violent rage in his heart erupted like a volcano!

Damn swine!

How dare you resist?!!

Raising his eyes, the crimson eyes emitted a chilling fierce light, with spiderweb-like blood vessels spreading across his face from his eyes.

An incomparable massive power surged from within his body, and a barely visible blood-red mist diffused from the boy's body, flickering like a vague, transparent flame.

The Meat Mountain on the other side of the basement couldn't see the blood-red mist steaming continuously, but those grim eyes under the shadow of the hood emitted a visible blood-red fierce light. Meeting that gaze alone made him feel his scalp tingle and hair stand on end.

Yet just as he gripped the weapon in his hand, bracing for a mighty enemy, the slender opponent suddenly relaxed; the fierce light in his eyes slowly faded, and his bulging, taut muscles gradually loosened, returning to the cold indifference from when he first appeared.

This abrupt change in temperament left the Meat Mountain even more terrified because this suggested the opponent's mental state was extremely unstable, likely a madman!

"Control [anger], [Dao Heart] +1"

However, Zhu Haomiao merely forcibly suppressed the Original Sin, for he knew the cost of continuing to unleash [anger]. Even if he hacked the enemy to death, it would take a long time for him to recover from his injuries.

In the Illusion Realm, there's no Su E teacher to massage and heal him…

Thinking of teacher Su E, the anger in Zhu Haomiao's chest calmed further, as if washed away by gentle and clear spring water, making him completely peaceful.

Just saving a life, why risk everything?

Shaking his head as he looked at the Meat Mountain opposite, who was in a defensive stance, tense and serious, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but smile, lifting the corner of his mouth.

Judging by his body shape alone, the other side was clearly a heavy, clumsy meat shield. In an open area, there were ten thousand ways to play him to death, but in such a closed, narrow environment like the basement, the advantage of agile movement couldn't be used, leaving him to confront the opponent's strongest aspect head-on.

No need… there's really no need…

Moreover, such a cramped space, such a huge body, isn't this a sitting duck?

If I don't shoot something, it feels like I'm letting myself down!

"My friend, eat shit~"

Before the slow-thinking opponent could realize what those inexplicable words meant, Meat Mountain watched as the enemy flicked a cloak, pulling out a lavish and brutal pistol from his waist.

Only when the black hole-like muzzle aimed at him did Meat Mountain's pupils sharply constrict, instinctively using the wide Mo Blade to shield his head.

Western firearm!

No martial honor!

Bang~Bang~Bang~Bang~Bang~Bang~

In an instant, the magazine was emptied, with the scorching bullets easily tearing through the flesh, creating six thumb-thick holes on the enemy's massive body in the front.

Subsequently, the rolling bullets wreaked havoc within the soft human body, ripping open huge cavities, bursting through to the back, exploding into six bowl-sized ghastly gaps.

The massive Meat Mountain shook six times, the Mo Blade tightly gripped in his hand clanged onto the ground, the entire body leaning backward like a gold mountain collapsing, crashing onto the ground with a boom.

Feeling the ground slightly tremble underfoot, Zhu Haomiao blew out the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle with a faint smile.

"Over seven paces, the gun is fast; within seven paces, the gun is both fast and accurate!"

The bright red blood spread across the floor like a puddle as the young man holstered his gun, stepped over the Meat Mountain on the ground, and, suddenly sensing something, looked downward.

Since the Mo Blade covered the head, Zhu Haomiao mainly targeted the torso, which meant that although the opponent's injuries were fatal, they wouldn't die immediately, enduring the despair and pain before death instead.

"Gasp, gasp…"

With a large hole blasted open in the chest, the Meat Mountain couldn't even speak, only emitting wheezing sounds like a bellows, the body involuntarily convulsing and trembling.

The impending despair and pain of death shattered the protective shell of the spirit. Sensing the opponent's soul exposed without protection before him, Zhu Haomiao narrowed his eyes with intrigue.

"Sloth."

A faint whisper as though from the depths of the earth, the sinister and terrifying authority manipulated the law, gradually twisting and altering the substance.

In the next second, gray-white threads spread from the void, wrapping around the Meat Mountain little by little.

Ignoring his fearful, desperate struggle and wheezing, countless threads tightened and solidified, forming a massive, constantly writhing and twisting Insect Cocoon, and through the threads embodying sin, Zhu Haomiao clearly saw patches of fungus spots emerging on his body.

Then, skin dissolved, muscles detached, organs melted, a living human slowly… yet irresistibly "melted," eventually even bones completely dissolved, transforming into a nauseating pus.

Frowning, looking at the massive "Insect Cocoon" fallen into deathly silence, Zhu Haomiao instinctively took a step back, even finding it a bit creepy himself.

I am clearly a sunny, cheerful big boy, so why does it feel like I'm straying off course?

Surveying the bloodied basement, three headless corpses, three menacing heads with unclosed eyes, plus an evil and grotesque "Insect Cocoon"...…

I clearly chose the path of robust and handsome Chinese Martial Arts, so why does it look like a cult sacrifice ritual?!

Scratching his head in distress, Zhu Haomiao was pondering where things went wrong, when a message from the [Book of Black] suddenly came through his Divine Soul.

[Sloth]+150

[Sloth]: LV.0→LV.2 (0/200)

[Qi]+2

[Essence]+1

His face changed slightly, Zhu Haomiao thought carefully, analyzing seriously, and finally his eyes sharpened.

After all, the gossip of mere strangers isn't unbearable…

Even though I kill, set fires, rob, murder, engage in cult sacrifice rituals…

But I know, I am a good boy!

That's right!

I am a good boy!

After another thorough re-evaluation, finding no flaws, Zhu Haomiao nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he took down a string of keys hanging on the wall, opened the innermost prison door, and stepped into the pitch-black depths of the dungeon.

The prisoners who were originally asleep were all awakened by the gunfire, one by one staring uncertainly at the passageway, their eyes full of expectancy mixed with fear.

Glancing at these bony, ragged prisoners, Zhu Haomiao's brows furrowed even tighter.

On the bodies of most of them, Zhu Haomiao couldn't smell the scent of Sin, which meant they probably hadn't committed any crimes at all.

But he was too lazy to investigate why they ended up here. The young man opened the prison doors one by one, deliberately lowering his voice and giving instructions in a deep, aged tone.

"The guards outside have been killed. Leave straight away, don't linger."