Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 189

An abandoned underground tunnel, dark and silent.

Footsteps echoed.

The man had a neatly combed hairstyle, exquisite clothes, and an elegant demeanor.

“Greetings everyone.”

“I have come with a sincere heart to negotiate with you.”

In the darkness.

Shadows appeared silently.

They occupied all the advantageous positions, guarded the front and back exits, and then slowly surrounded the man.

The man was surrounded.

“The Skinner…”

One shadow spoke first, “You ruined our plans before, and you dare to come to us now?”

“I’ve come to discuss cooperation. The Church of Silence is renowned and worthy of being my partner,” The Skinner said with a smile.

“Just you?” The shadow asked.

“Don’t say that, well, I’ll offer a gift first,” The Skinner said.

He opened his briefcase.

Inside was a pulsating heart.

“The traitor your esteemed church was pursuing was enjoyed by me. I thought about it, and perhaps his heart is what you crave—”

“After all, you like to use this method of sacrifice.”

“I offer it to you as a token of my respect.”

The shadows looked at the heart, slowly understanding.

Just now he said, “I have come with a sincere heart to negotiate,” which turned out to refer to this heart.

“What do you want?”

The shadow asked.

“We need to go to the Great Tomb, and we hope you can provide some manpower to help us create a diversion,” The Skinner said.

“No,” the shadow flatly refused, “doing something to mortals is a small matter, but going to the Great Tomb will immediately alert the powerful individuals on the front lines, and it will definitely fail.”

“We only need you to send a few good men,” The Skinner said.

“Every one of our brothers is precious and cannot be used as your pawns,” the shadow replied.

“What I’m doing is a major undertaking. In the future, your Church of Silence will also be credited, and you’ll be in a favorable position in the talent market,” The Skinner said.

“We will not participate in your affairs,” the shadow stated firmly.

The Skinner sighed and said:

“You hide underground, living cautiously like rats, neither romantic nor possessing a heart that pursues art—do you just want to barely survive your whole life?”

“We have our ideals,” the shadow said.

“But when you get down to business, you’re not even as good as bank robbers, much less women in love,” The Skinner said.

He threw the briefcase on the ground and turned to leave.

“Wait.”

The shadow called out to him.

“What else?” The Skinner asked.

“The Skinner, our disciples, only we can kill them. You not only killed him, but you also ate him. This is wrong,” the shadow said.

The Skinner froze, staring with wide eyes, and said:

“You couldn’t catch him after losing dozens of lives, but I helped you solve this problem, and now you want to kill me?”

“We happen to have over twenty masters here today, you can’t escape,” the shadow said.

“I always thought you were lunatics, but now it seems you’re idiots,” The Skinner sighed.

He gripped invisible steel wires in the air.

The shadows surrounded him.

A battle was about to erupt.

In the void, a red glow suddenly appeared.

A flash.

All the shadows immediately had their heads separated from their bodies.

The scent of blood filled the air.

The Skinner quickly retracted the wires, prostrated himself on the ground, and bowed respectfully:

“My master, why trouble yourself with such a trivial matter?”

Yun Ni floated in mid-air, a deep crimson light surging around her, radiating waves of power like a狂風.

She looked at the corpses on the ground expressionlessly and said:

“The plan has changed, we are not going to the Great Tomb anymore.”

“Ah? Master?”

“Get ready. I’m going to set up a barrier to block the detection of all powerful individuals in this world. Also—”

“Go find a way to block cell phone signals.”

“Master, what are you doing?”

“The secret of the destroyed sculpture can no longer be hidden.”

“You and I have no way out. We must complete one thing within three days—”

“Capture or kill Shen Ye.”

Yun Ni raised her head and looked into the formless darkness.

Her gaze seemed to penetrate everything, directly seeing the crimson planet hanging high in the cosmos.

…

Still in the secret passage of the Human race’s stronghold.

Honestly, always appearing from here would sooner or later arouse the suspicion of those with intentions.

However—

Now, with “Star Shift,” I can set up two more coordinate points!

Shen Ye walked out of the secret passage, only to see it snowing outside.

The steep highlands were covered in white.

In the wind and snow.

Only a few scattered soldiers patrolled the positions.

As soon as Shen Ye appeared, they saw him.

“It’s Brother Pigg!”

“Haha, long time no see, Saint Pigg!”

Several soldiers greeted him from afar.

Shen Ye’s mouth twitched slightly.

Long time no see?

It’s only been one day!

“Yes, long time no see—the weather is really bad today,” he replied.

“Want to come to our tent for something to eat or drink?” a soldier invited.

“I still have a mission, next time, brothers,” Shen Ye said.

“Alright then, I wish you all the best,” the soldier patted him on the shoulder.

“Goodbye, and I wish you all well too,” Shen Ye said.

“Goodbye.”

Shen Ye’s body vibrated, and he flew into the sky, quickly disappearing into the vast snow.

The soldiers withdrew their gaze, admiring Saint Pigg’s strength, and continued to complete their patrol mission.

Shen Ye flew for a while, then landed behind a wind-sheltered rock.

He reached out and pulled out a note.

Just now, when a few soldiers came up to greet him, one soldier subtly made a “love you” hand gesture, then patted himself, and slipped him this note.

—It’s someone from the Brotherhood of Shadows!

Shen Ye unfolded the note and saw a line of words written on it:

“The Prince will be placed under house arrest upon his arrival at the Imperial Capital, and then executed after the three-nation delegation departs.”

…It can’t be true.

The Emperor wants to kill his own son?

Shen Ye recalled Prince Norton’s previous words, as well as his anxious and urgent expression and actions.

Perhaps there really was a problem within the royal family.

“What now?”

Big Skeleton asked.

“In the next few days, I will follow Miss Daisy to the human capital to represent the undead—I need to tell her that I’ll be leaving early,” Shen Ye said.

“Then after you’re done with this, I’ll help you upgrade ‘Murmur of the Dark’ by one stage, and then we’ll go to hell!”

“That good?” Shen Ye was surprised.

“Nonsense, you’ve helped me gather all the materials, of course I have to help you too,” Big Skeleton said with righteous indignation.

“Alright! I’ll take care of the Dark Night Rose Dance Troupe first, then find a quiet place!”

Shen Ye flew up again, crossing mountains and ridges, and arrived at the undead town.

“Hey, Big Skeleton, is there a mail carrier profession among the undead?”

“Yes, those flying undead are very happy to do that job, as long as you pay them enough.”

So Shen Ye went to the post office in the town, asked for paper and pen, and wrote a letter to Miss Daisy.

The general gist was that he had been so engrossed in sensing the dance earlier that he had lost his composure, apologized profusely, and would be setting off a step ahead to continue sensing the dance on the road, arriving in the human royal city in a few days to meet her.

After writing the letter, he handed it to a skeletal vulture and paid six bone coins.

“Don’t worry, I guarantee it will be delivered to the elegant and esteemed Lady Daisy,” the skeletal vulture bowed slightly.

“Thank you then,” Shen Ye said.

The skeletal vulture spread its wings and flew away.

Shen Ye immediately left the town and continued flying, landing in a mountain range amidst the wind and snow, where he found a cave.

The cave was dry and warm.

A bear was sleeping.

“Shh, we are outsiders, let’s not disturb its hibernation,” Shen Ye whispered.

“But your advancement will surely make a bit of noise, and it will definitely wake it up,” Big Skeleton said with some difficulty.

Shen Ye stepped forward and patted the bear.

“Roar?” The bear looked up, its eyes still heavy with sleep.

“It really wasn’t in a deep sleep,” Shen Ye sighed.

Slap!

He struck the bear’s neck with a hand chop.

The bear fainted.

“Remember, let’s try not to disturb its hibernation; it’s already having a hard time,” Shen Ye whispered.

“It’s having an even harder time now,” Big Skeleton sighed.

Despite saying that, the two quickly set things up.

A rudimentary altar was completed.

Various nightmare crystals and materials were meticulously arranged by Big Skeleton, and intricate, ornate rune formations were carved.

It had Shen Ye stand in the center of the altar, then began to chant long, obscure incantations.

“Do I need to do anything?” Shen Ye asked.

“No, the materials are complete, but the incantation is very long, so you’ll have to stand for a while,” Big Skeleton said, then immediately resumed chanting.

Shen Ye was bored standing there, so he simply took out his phone and started binge-watching a show.

Finished one episode.

Then another.

Are you serious? Is the incantation that long?

He looked up and saw Big Skeleton still chanting.

Sigh.

This skeleton isn’t having an easy time either.

Continue binge-watching.

After another episode, bullet-screen comments suddenly appeared in the void.

Wait—

These aren’t bullet-screen comments!

Lines of faint glowing text appeared in the void:

“Your ‘Murmur of the Dark’ has successfully completed an advancement.”

“You have now gained new effects.”

“Murmur of the Dark.”

“Intermediate (evolvable).”

“Using the corpses of all living beings or deities as a medium, their souls must respond to your call, crawling up from hell or purgatory, and truthfully tell you what they know; only then will their souls find peace.”

“—Further advancement will make it the foremost among the three divine skills of the undead race!”

Advancement successful!

The intermediate “Murmur of the Dark” can control the corpses of deities, forcing even gods to answer his questions!

And this time, his ability clearly showed the position of this skill in the industry.

The foremost of the three divine skills of the undead race.

—This is insane!

All the light and commotion on the altar disappeared.

The Great Skeleton plopped down on the ground, leaning against the bear, panting like an ox, and said:

“I don’t care, I want to eat crawfish.”