Chapter 58: Female Corpse Experiment, Golden Saber Enters the Door

Back at home, a young girl with twin tails who bore a slight resemblance to Jenny was looking at the two of them with an aggrieved expression. It was none other than Ulenka.

"Don't you guys feel like you've forgotten something?"

David was stunned for a moment before realization hit him. Good grief, in his haste to rescue Angela, he had completely forgotten to pick her up!

"Do you know how embarrassing it was to stand at the school gate until everyone else had left, just standing there like a fool?" Ulenka accused.

Louis also felt a bit awkward and quietly slipped upstairs. Emma, who had been watching the drama unfold while eating potato chips, trailed right behind him like a little tail.

Once inside the room, Emma asked with curiosity, "Where did you guys go?"

Louis answered while taking out a tender willow leaf.

Hearing Louis mention the house being consumed by a blazing fire, Emma's eyes lit up. "Tch! What a pity."

Louis glanced at her, not believing for a second that she was feeling pity for those people. Most likely...

"How great it would be if you had brought me along too. I actually could have given you some ideas for that kind of situation. Passing out from the heat and suffocating is too easy of a death; at most, they'd just feel some pain on their skin. The method was way too merciful. At the very least, they should have been forced into nightmares, slowly watching themselves fall apart piece by piece, just so they could understand what true terror is. Or, if all else fails, you could spit out your needles and drive them under their fingernails. Since the fingertips are linked to the heart, you could then heat up the needles and their clothes. The more it hurts, the more they'll thrash around, and the more they thrash, the more it hurts..."

"Heh." Louis let out a cold laugh and couldn't be bothered to respond.

Though, in all likelihood, this creature really would do such a thing and could genuinely come up with some indescribable torture ideas for him...

To be honest, Louis himself felt he hadn't done a thorough job, mainly because he ran out of time. Besides, the sudden appearance of the female corpse with the golden arm had completely disrupted his plans.

Shaking his head, he pushed the matter aside. He needed to get ready for the experiments once the golden arm was delivered.

Emma, who was still chattering away with enthusiasm, rolled her eyes in profound boredom, yet she still didn't leave the room, choosing instead to watch Louis busy himself.

Before long, the female corpse with the golden arm, which had just been in the police station's evidence room, was delivered in a van.

Don't ask how, because the answer was simply the power of money.

Louis headed into the cave behind the mountain, closely inspecting the corpse that had given him quite a scare.

The golden arm, reaching all the way to the elbow, still gleamed brilliantly even in the semi-darkness, looking extraordinary. As for the female corpse itself, it also looked quite unusual—she should have been reduced to ashes in that massive fire.

Under the ferocious blaze that had engulfed an entire two-story house, those scumbags had been burned through and through, their flesh charred and even their bones pitch black.

Yet the female corpse before him, aside from her clothes being burned away into complete nudity, still maintained that half-decayed appearance.

At a glance, something was clearly wrong.

***

Louis patted the shoulder of the drug addict who had just been brought inside, and instantly, a familiar, wondrous hallucination made the man feel as light as a feather.

Normally, the Fluff-Pulling Technique had limited effectiveness on adults, but unfortunately, a drug addict's willpower was practically a myth and could mostly be considered nonexistent.

Thus, manipulating him was exceptionally easy.

"Go on, take that golden arm off."

"Heh, okay, alright."

With bloodshot, overly excited eyes, the drug addict grabbed the golden arm in a death grip and pulled. One, two! One, two! Heave-ho!

Crack!

The golden arm was successfully separated from the corpse's arm.

"Here, for you," the drug addict said foolishly.

Instead of taking it, Louis stepped back two paces and brought out the preparations he had made. "No, you just sit down and rest over there."

Only ten minutes passed.

Crack, crack, crack!

The harsh sound of bones grinding against each other echoed through the cave.

It's coming!

Louis fixed his gaze on the scene.

Rattle.

The female corpse suddenly sat up. Beneath her hollow eye sockets, an intensely sharp gaze seemed to lock onto the golden arm in the drug addict's hands. "The golden arm... Mine... Mine... Give it back to me!!"

Foul skin rotting away from the muscle dropped off, blue veins connecting chunks of flesh, from which putrid fluid dripped.

An arm formed entirely of connected veins and muscle reached out, easily snapping the drug addict's neck, picking up the golden arm, and eagerly attaching it back onto herself.

Then, with a soft thud, she actually lay back down in her original position, resuming the posture of a "sleeping beauty."

Watching this unfold, Louis stroked his chin. "Seems she doesn't have much of a brain. So, is she a malevolent spirit manipulating a corpse, or something else entirely?"

Clapping his hands, another temporarily controlled drug addict shuffled forward, picked up an oil drum, and poured it over the female corpse.

His finger grazed the air, drawing a trail of fire that shot forward like a fiery serpent.

Boom!

Flames surged, and the heat wave was oppressive.

After burning for a full ten minutes, the fire finally subsided, but the scene that greeted his eyes made Louis frown.

Useless.

The target was completely unscathed!

***

Immune to fire?

He clapped his hands once more, and one drug addict after another walked into the chamber of horrors.

Sulfuric acid, machetes, dismemberment, iron chains...

A wide variety of methods were put into full play.

The burly men in black guarding outside held their breath. They all knew the young master was terrifying, but seeing this now, they still found their hair standing on end.

After all, no matter how worthless a drug addict was, they still possessed a human form. To be manipulated so inexplicably and subjected to torture inside—what if it were a normal person?

Hiss!!

Instantly, their breathing grew even lighter.

Inside the cave, Louis had no idea that his family subordinates had developed a deep sense of fear toward him, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Isn't that just how heterodox arts operate?

Most normal people would simply fear and keep their distance; it was already good enough if they didn't show outright disgust.

At this moment, Louis watched the female corpse, which could reassemble itself even after being dismembered, and his brain raced furiously.

She was immune to fire, electric shocks, and the like, while physical methods—such as hacking and dismemberment—remained effective, yet she would simply piece herself back together like building blocks.

She had virtually no brain, displaying greed only for the golden arm.

Possible solutions: chop her into pieces small enough, feed her to a pack of dogs, or seal her in a concrete coffin and sink her into the deep ocean...

"What a strange thing. Not a normal malevolent spirit; could it be related to demons, evil gods, or things of that sort?"

Louis reasoned logically.

After all, in this land so fond of courting death, aside from malevolent spirits and serial killers, weren't demons and evil god worship the most famous staples?

When things went awry, suspecting these avenues usually brought you pretty close to the truth.

Looking at the corpse, Louis decided to try his final method and simultaneously test whether the preliminary conditions for learning the ghost-slaying, soul-destroying technique—Willow Leaf Golden Saber—matched his hypothesis.

A vibrant, tender willow leaf rested in his palm.

He pressed two fingers together and traced an incantation across his palm.

At the same time, he fixed his gaze on the female corpse and began to concentrate his intent.

Up to this point, the process was identical to his previous practice.

However, the intent Louis focused now gradually began to shift, filling with killing intent and malice.