Pirated Immortals in the World of Spirit Weapons

Chapter 28 This must never be allowed to happen!

Zhu Que turned around and saw Tang Ke waving at him from outside the iron gate, so he put down the garbage disposal equipment and went out.

Seeing this, Peng Yong moved closer to Sun Zheng and whispered, "Brother Sun, Brother Zhu and Miss Tang seem to be quite familiar with each other?"

Sun Zheng replied calmly, "I don't know."

"Hey, Brother Sun..."

"Let me give you a piece of advice."

Sun Zheng interrupted him, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"It's best not to know too much about things you shouldn't know. If you want to live longer, just do your job well."

Peng Yong paused for a moment, then nodded repeatedly: "Understood, understood."

Outside the area for discarded and damaged items.

Tang Ke's cool and refreshing outfit was particularly eye-catching.

The light-colored short-sleeved shirt accentuated her slender waistline, while the fitted shorts revealed a pair of straight and long legs, exuding a youthful vitality that clashed with the gray and polluted atmosphere of the garbage dump.

"Zhu Que, are you free tomorrow? Come with me to school."

"What are you going to school for?"

"Our No. 2 High School is having its anniversary celebration tomorrow, and there's a banquet for the senior students tonight. Will you come with me to show off?"

Tang Ke paused, then added, "Still as a servant."

Zhu Que hesitated and said, "Miss, why don't you choose someone else..."

"No!"

Tang Ke interrupted him decisively, "They're all too ugly, misshapen and deformed. It's too embarrassing to take them out."

At this point, she took a step closer and tugged at Zhu Que's arm, her tone carrying a hint of coquetry:

"Please, please, do me a favor!"

"Alright."

Zhu Que nodded slightly. Since he couldn't cultivate during the day anyway, accompanying Tang Ke to school wouldn't cost him anything.

"Thanks! I'll ask for leave for you tomorrow!"

Tang Ke left happily.

……

The next day.

Jinfeng Town Second Monk Middle School.

On both sides of the wide main road are neatly trimmed spiritual plants, and the air is filled with faint spiritual energy fluctuations.

The teaching buildings are arranged in a neat and orderly manner, and in the distance, you can see the open-air magic array field used for live-fire exercises.

The entire No. 2 Middle School was immersed in the lively atmosphere of the school anniversary celebration.

Banners and colorful lights were interspersed, and students walked around in groups, their laughter and conversations filling the air, each one radiating youthful vigor and energy.

On the playground.

Students from all grades gathered together.

Zhu Que was with a group of servants, looking at those youthful faces, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Normally, he should have been attending classes and cultivating his spiritual practice at school, and worrying about things that seem important but are not related to life and death.

But at this moment, he stood at the edge of the playground, looking like he belonged to a different world from his peers.

"Brother Zheng is right, this really is a distorted world..."

Zhu Que remained calm.

Just then.

His gaze was drawn to a wall not far away, on which was painted a map of Jinfeng Town.

It was more detailed than any map he had ever seen before.

Zhu Que walked over and subconsciously looked at that straight line—the straight line covered by the super-large spiritual artifact.

Huh?

and many more!

Zhu Que suddenly paused, looking at the straight line extending outwards, and realized that the middle school was also on the straight line.

He immediately squatted down, placed his palms on the cold ground, and the twisted, tadpole-like characters instantly appeared.

"Just as I expected..."

Zhu Que murmured something under his breath.

The fact that the massive magical artifact could also be detected in this playground indicates that the reality is as he suspected—

That thing wasn't on the surface; it was buried underground.

"I really want to dig it out and see what it is..."

Zhu Que's interest in that enormous magical artifact had gone beyond mere curiosity.

He is currently trapped in the predicament of being born with a demonic seed, and this magical artifact may be the key to his complete breakthrough.

Although, at present, it is impossible for him to successfully analyze it.

But if he focuses all his efforts on improving his cultivation level, he might be able to successfully analyze it before even reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.

Just as Zhu Que's thoughts were churning.

The anniversary celebration of Jinfeng Town Second Monk Middle School officially kicked off, and music and cheers instantly ignited the entire campus.

After the school leaders gave their orderly speeches, students from all grades quickly dispersed and engaged in various activities.

Tang Ke and her classmates played and frolicked around the campus.

Zhu Que followed behind him the whole time.

It was evening.

The school prepared a special dinner for the graduating seniors, which was also a way of giving them early blessings.

I wish them the best of luck in the upcoming college entrance examination.

The banquet hall was brightly lit, with rows of round tables neatly arranged. Senior high school students, dressed in formal attire, were toasting and exchanging drinks at the tables.

Zhu Que watched for a while in a corner of the hall, then lost interest and quietly left the hall.

Outdoor terrace.

As night falls, the campus is brightly lit, and a bright moon hangs high in the sky.

Zhu Que looked up at the moon in the night sky, and a strange and incongruous question suddenly popped into his mind—

"This doesn't seem to be Earth, does it? Why are the day-night cycle and the solar cycle exactly the same as Earth's...?"

No one could answer Zhu Que's question, so he could only keep it to himself and study it slowly when he had time later.

Just then.

He caught a glimpse of a figure not far away out of the corner of his eye.

The man sat on the steps on the other side of the terrace, dressed simply, and appeared to be a student's servant.

However, the man was holding a wine glass and a small plate of food in his hand, and he was eating with great relish.

According to the rules, servants are not allowed to enjoy the food and drinks at banquets.

"Gurgle..."

Zhu Que's stomach growled, and he tentatively walked over and asked:

"Hey bro, can we take this stuff out to eat?"

The man looked up at Zhu Que.

He was a young man wearing glasses, with delicate features and a refined appearance. He had a star-shaped mark on his forehead.

The young man pushed up his glasses and casually said, "Of course."

"You should have said so earlier."

Zhu Que muttered something under his breath.

He turned and went back to the banquet hall, picked up a glass of wine, and took a few dishes that looked appetizing. He returned to the outdoor terrace, sat down next to the bespectacled young man, and began to eat with relish.

He paused slightly as soon as the food entered his mouth.

The taste is secondary; what's more important is—

After he swallowed, a warm current quickly spread out and slowly seeped into his body along his meridians.

Something was added to this food...

"Hey bro, what's your name?"

The bespectacled young man looked at him with great interest.

"Wishing you a vacancy."

"My name is Song Wugui."

The young man, who introduced himself as Song Wugui, chuckled and said, "This lousy banquet is rather boring, but the food is really good."

Zhu Que asked curiously, "Is some kind of medicine added to these foods?"

"yes."

Song Wugui shrugged and said, "These banquet-level meals are always mixed with a little bit of precious medicinal liquid. Although the amount is small, eating them over a long period of time will have some benefits for one's physique and meridians."

"Oh, I see."

Zhu Que suddenly realized what was going on, and sighed that the lives of the rich were indeed extravagant. He then ate all the food on his plate.

He then returned to the banquet hall and took a full plate of food.

He was already hungry, and now that they said there was medicine in the food, he naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to take advantage of them.

however.

He had just left the hall with the food when a cold shout came from behind him—

"Stop right there! Who gave you permission to take the food and drinks from the banquet?!"

Zhu Que was taken aback upon hearing this and turned to look.

A security guard in uniform strode towards him, his eyes fierce and his face extremely unfriendly.

"Can't these foods be eaten right out of the box?" Zhu Que asked.

"Who told you you could eat it right away?"

The security guard rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "This is for the students and guests attending the banquet. What right do you, a worthless fifth-class servant, have to enjoy it?"

"Well……"

Zhu Que was at a loss for words and didn't know how to respond.

Just then.

"I made him eat it."

Song Wugui stood up, walked over slowly, and took out a student ID from his pocket.

"It's just a snack, don't make a big deal out of it."

"Oh, I see. You guys eat then."

Upon seeing this, the security guard immediately softened his attitude, finished speaking, and turned to leave.

Zhu Que looked at Song Wugui in surprise.

"Are you a student at No. 2 Middle School?"

"Otherwise what?" Song Wugui shrugged.

"I thought you were dressed like me because you were dressed so simply."

"Haha, I'm often misunderstood."

Song Wugui waved his hand dismissively.

"Eat up, it's all free anyway, might as well eat it."

Thank you.

Zhu Que nodded slightly, but inwardly he felt a growing wariness towards this person.

Song Wugui sat back down on the steps, glanced at him, and asked, "By the way, are you short of money lately?"

"Uh... missing!"

Zhu Que earns over 10,000 spirit coins every day, so he's certainly not short of money.

However, given his current status, it would be quite unusual for him to say he's not short of money.

"That's perfect, let me introduce you to a way to make money."

Song Wugui's eyes lit up, and he took out a business card and handed it to him.

"Besides being a student at No. 2 Middle School, I'm also an intern at the Xilan Research Institute. We've recently been researching a new type of magical artifact and are currently recruiting volunteer test subjects. If you have time, you can sign up and give it a try; the compensation is very generous!"

Zhu Que glanced at the business card—

Song Wugui, Intern Researcher at Xilan Research Institute

"You get paid just for participating in the experiment?"

"right."

"It sounds like we're being used as guinea pigs."

"Huh! How could it be a lab rat?"

Song Wugui immediately waved his hand and assured him:

"While there are indeed some risks, they are absolutely not life-threatening, and the entire process is compliant with regulations and laws!"

"Okay, I'll take a look when I have time."

Zhu Que verbally agreed, but didn't take it seriously.

First of all, he is not short of money. Secondly, this kind of experiment is obviously like being a guinea pig. He really doesn't believe Song Wugui's claim that it is "compliant and legal".

Just then.

A car stopped a short distance away. Although its headlights were blinding, Zhu Que recognized it immediately.

That's a police car!

The car door opened, and a smart-looking policewoman stepped out, leading two officers toward the banquet hall.

And that policewoman was none other than Su Zhen, who had almost driven him to despair on the street a few days ago!

"..."

Zhu Que's pupils contracted slightly, and his nerves immediately tensed up.

How did she end up here?

Su Zhen's expression was indifferent. At the entrance of the banquet hall, as if he had sensed something, he slightly turned his head and glanced at Zhu Que.

She didn't stop walking, but that one glance sent chills down Zhu Que's spine and made him break out in a cold sweat.

Zhu Que looked out at the banquet hall through the glass.

Seeing Su Zhen accompanied by two police officers, he exchanged a few words with the school leaders before being invited to the podium.

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

The principal of No. 2 Middle School stood on the stage and said excitedly:

"I have great news to share! With the crucial clues provided by Chu Luo, a senior student at our school, Zheng Yuanbai, the born demon who went on the run, has been officially apprehended by the police!"

Upon hearing this, the hall erupted in gasps of surprise, followed by thunderous applause.

Zhu Que was taken aback upon hearing this.

Has Zheng Yuanbai been arrested?

So, although Zheng Yuanbai escaped that day, he ultimately could not escape the police's pursuit.

Then.

At the invitation of the principal of No. 2 Middle School, Su Zhen stood on the podium.

She was tall and slender, her police uniform crisp and straight, her gaze sharp, and she spoke in a clear voice:

"Born demons are the most threatening beings to social order."

"They are out of control, violent, and extremely destructive; any act of indulgence will have irreversible consequences."

"Fortunately, thanks to the clues provided by classmate Chu Luo, we were able to pinpoint Zheng Yuanbai's hiding place and, despite his resistance and violent retaliation, we were finally able to subdue and arrest him."

As she spoke, a police officer inserted a USB drive into the console.

next moment.

In the center of the hall, the image on the large screen suddenly changed.

in the picture.

Zheng Yuanbo lay supine on the metal platform.

His limbs were all severed, a black nail pierced his chest, and his body was covered with horrifying and tragic injuries.

His expression was blank, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.

"..."

A brief silence fell over the hall.

Then, enthusiastic applause rang out again, and the entire hall was immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

"Great! This menace has finally been eliminated!"

"This is really a mess. We haven't even managed to get out of Jinfeng Town in all these days."

"The second born demon seed will probably be caught soon, right?"

"I envy Chu Luo. I also want to receive a commendation from the police."

"..."

Unlike the cheerful atmosphere in the hall.

Outside the hall, Zhu Que felt a chill run down his spine, and an indescribable anger surged in his chest.

It was a kind of anger born from extreme fear.

Of all the people he had met since his transmigration, Zheng Yuanbai was the one who treated him the best and was the most "normal" person.

Now, Zheng Yuanbo is displayed on the screen like a "achievement" being publicly shown.

Zhu Que's hands trembled slightly.

He clenched his fists tightly, suppressing his anger, and his expression remained completely unchanged.

But an idea uncontrollably surfaced in his mind—

Perhaps one day in the future, he too will be nailed to that metal platform in a miserable way, just like Zheng Yuanbai.

"This absolutely cannot be allowed to happen!!"

Zhu Que's eyes sparkled.

Just then.

He suddenly noticed something was amiss.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Song Wugui was standing up straight, expressionless, his eyes fixed on the screen in the hall.

His hands were trembling slightly, as if he were suppressing some kind of fear or anger...

strangeness.

What's the situation with Song Wugui?

My emotions are fluctuating because I am a born demon, but why is Song Wugui also experiencing such a large emotional fluctuation?

Is it...

A thought suddenly struck Zhu Que, making his heart race—

Could Song Wugui also be a born demon?!