Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 44

The roar of the motorcycle quickly faded away.

The block returned to its deathly silence.

It was unknown how long it would be before someone came to deal with the tens of thousands of corpses here.

Those who had passed away would ultimately become a long list of casualties on television, remembered by no one except their family and friends.

Night had completely fallen.

Tomorrow, the sun would rise as usual.

However, in this silent night, someone had not yet left.

A skyscraper located a kilometer away from the hotel.

A little girl, about five or six years old, sat on the railing of the rooftop.

She wore a large red headset around her neck, its two earmuffs adorned with eye-like patterns.

Since the battle began, she had rested her chin on her hand, meticulously watching everything that unfolded in the hotel.

Only when Xiao Mengyu was on the verge of defeat did she extend her hand and press motionlessly into the air.

Boom—

The hotel building was instantly struck through by her unseen force.

Xiao Mengyu plummeted towards the ground.

Shen Ye caught her.

The subsequent battles continued.

Everything ended.

Shen Ye rode away on his Ghostfire motorcycle.

The little girl chewed gum and blew a large bubble.

Pop.

The bubble burst.

A voice quietly emerged from the void beside her:

“Aren’t you going to meet him?”

“Not yet,” the little girl said.

“He just saved you and even delivered you on his motorcycle,” the voice teased.

The little girl chuckled, then sighed, remarking,

“Brother Shen Ye has grown up too.”

“…Compared to when he was little, he’s even dumber now.”

Despite her words, her sparkling eyes, slightly upturned lips, and dangling little feet betrayed her true feelings.

The two “eyes” on the red headphones flew up, hovering in mid-air, and spoke again:

“This is all your sister’s doing, but she doesn’t care about anything. Instead, you rushed to help, almost causing me to be exposed.”

“Don’t complain, I almost got exposed too, didn’t I?” the little girl said.

“If you expose your identity in broad daylight, I wonder how you’ll clean up this mess,” the two eyes grumbled indignantly.

“Enough, I’ll take you for beef noodles later,” the little girl soothed.

“Wow, I want an egg and a bowl of good wine—” The two eyes glowed red. “Wait, do you have something to ask of me? Tell me!”

The little girl stood up.

Her silhouette gradually changed, rapidly “growing” into a teenage girl.

Night wind.

It tousled her hair.

If there were a moon and a river, she, leaning on the railing, would be indistinguishable from Song Qingyun in the videos.

Beep! Beep!

The phone rang.

The message was from “Song Qingyun.”

The girl lightly tapped it, and a graceful female voice immediately sounded from the phone:

“Yinchen, where did you go? There’s a party tonight, and I can’t handle it alone. Come back quickly.”

The girl’s eyes turned cold.

She looked back at the ghostly hotel building.

“Help me erase all traces, don’t let anyone know I was here, and don’t let my sister and her group find me.”

“Okay, what about the situation here?” the eyes asked.

“Erase all traces of Brother Shen Ye’s battle. Don’t let anyone notice.”

The eyes asked again: “But there’s another informant, that girl with the sword—”

The girl interrupted: “She won’t talk about Brother Shen Ye to others. Trust me.”

“Good, I’ll get to work immediately—later, are we going to a party or getting noodles?” the eyes asked.

“Noodles,” the girl said, making a downward chopping motion with her hand, indicating her decision.

The eyes cheered, then asked with some uncertainty:

“Are you really not going to the party?”

The girl pouted, “My sister thrives in those kinds of settings; I’m not like her—after all, everyone knows I’m a waste who can’t do anything.”

The two eyes rolled back and forth, emitting a sharp cackle:

“You’re a waste? Hahaha! That’s hilarious!”

…

Two hours later.

Another part of the city.

A budget hotel.

The man had washed off the blood and changed into clean clothes.

He sat at the table, poured himself a drink, and downed it.

The liquor was potent, causing him to cough violently.

Only with the help of this strong alcohol did he feel his condition slightly recover.

He looked down.

His flesh was no longer flesh, but something etched with dense, intricate runes, feeling like rubber, yet softer than rubber.

His body continuously squirmed.

It was hungry.

The man’s eyes turned blood-red, his brow furrowed, as if enduring some unspeakable torture.

—This was a flesh-and-blood puppet body from another world.

If he didn’t feed it in time, it would torment his soul, making him suffer unimaginable pain.

But it was all worth it.

After all, with this flesh-and-blood puppet body, he had been resurrected.

This was a miracle.

Only a god could accomplish such a feat!

The man took a deep breath and began to chant a series of obscure, inhuman incantations.

Only when his surroundings were enveloped in crimson light did he kneel, chanting with immense devotion:

“Oh, unspeakable great being.”

“According to our agreement, I have paid the corresponding price, but you could have descended just now. Why did you leave in the end?”

After speaking, he prostrated himself, not daring to move.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

A strange, fragmented shadow quietly appeared in the void before him.

“Idiot.”

The shadow contemptuously looked down at him and ruthlessly whipped the man with a black lash.

The man trembled uncontrollably, as if enduring pain beyond human limits, but remained prostrate, not daring to move.

The shadow continued to whip until the flesh puppet on the man’s back was completely ruined, emitting groans and revealing the surviving flesh and bones within, before the whip slowly stopped.

A moment later.

The shadow spoke:

“There’s an unknown individual hiding in the dark.”

The man looked up in surprise.

—He hadn’t sensed anything at all!

“Your power is as feeble as a firefly, completely insufficient for me to unleash an attack. Once I descend, you will surely be eliminated by that hidden individual.”

“Do you understand?”

“I understand,” the man said with a respectful tone.

Knock, knock, knock!

A knock on the door.

“Come in,” the man’s steady voice rang out.

The door opened.

A beautiful and charming girl entered the room, gently closing the door behind her.

The man froze, then muttered:

“She… I clearly already…”

“Your work this time was indeed good. I just sewed her head back on,” the black shadow said.

It gently retreated, landed on Zhao Yibing, and disappeared.

Zhao Yibing blinked, her vacant expression gradually becoming lively, and she spoke in a clear female voice:

“Initially, I thought your world was weak and boring, not worth mentioning at all.”

“But then the King of Fallen Ghosts Cursed Sculpture I bestowed upon you backfired, and all its power was taken away.”

“Then, you were also defeated.”

“Only then did I realize—”

“Your world is full of interest, and even other ‘beings’ have descended here, secretly operating.”

“My servant.”

“Walk with me through your world.”

“Let me see what secrets your world holds.”

“And while I’m at it, I want to ask him—”

“How did he break the King of Fallen Ghosts Cursed Sculpture?”

“That was power I collected for countless years.”

“I want all of it back!”

The man’s face showed extreme joy.

He crawled on his knees to Zhao Yibing’s feet, kissing her toes as he chanted:

“Oh, great and eternal deity, I prostrate myself at your feet, listening to your teachings with utmost devotion, forever serving by your side.”

Zhao Yibing showed a thoughtful expression, then suddenly heard a “clack-clack-clack” of grinding teeth nearby, which brought her back to reality.

—That was the sound of the flesh puppet.

It was whimpering, begging, suppressing its instincts.

Zhao Yibing understood, and finally spoke:

“I have traveled an excessively long distance to descend here and resurrect you… I need some souls to replenish my consumption.”

“And you have just been resurrected. If the flesh puppet becomes too hungry, your soul will be worn away by it.”

She continued in a commanding tone:

“Go hunt.”

“Kill a thousand people, bring their souls back to me, and the flesh is yours.”

“Yes, my lord!” the man responded, bowing his head and hunching his back. He silently climbed up from the ground, then walked backward to the door, opened it, and exited.

A thousand people.

Excellent.

Only a god would care so much about him.

And only the flesh puppet bestowed by it could consume so much.

Under the guidance of the god, his life had already become grand and eventful, even more romantic than he had dreamed.

The man felt that everything was so wonderful.

The sounds of conversation came from the surrounding rooms.

This made the man’s appetite even more fervent.

But he couldn’t.

The god had spoken of hunting.

How could he casually pick, making everything seem beneath his stature?

…He needed the best souls, the highest quality flesh.

As this thought entered his mind, the man felt as if even the flesh puppet had submitted to him.

—It could read his thoughts.

Now, it no longer tormented him; instead, it began to cooperate fully.

This was good.

The man wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with a white handkerchief, then tidied his appearance in the mirror at the end of the corridor before elegantly stepping into the elevator.

There was already a girl in the elevator.

“Hello,” the man greeted with a smile.

The girl looked at him, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

—This gentleman was truly handsome and exuded mature charm.

“Hello,” the girl smiled.

“Going to a concert?” the man asked, looking at the ticket in her hand.

“Yes, I’m meeting some friends. Do you like this band too?” the girl asked.

The man nodded, “Their performances are fantastic. I love the live atmosphere.”

“You like that kind of atmosphere? It seems we have something in common,” the girl chuckled, covering her mouth.

“Yes, it’s very crowded and lively, which gives me a sense of exhilaration and freedom,” the man said.

“Haha, I feel the same way. Perhaps that’s the charm of concerts.”

“Exactly.”