My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Delicious Soul? Heituo’s Attention (Third update for monthly votes!)

“A vagrant?” Zhang Hengyu was surprised. “Didn’t you say that vagrants can’t enter the Tribunal?”

“It’s not that they can’t,” Zhang Yunqing looked annoyed. “It’s just that their status is limited. Take this Sixth Judge for example, with his strength and achievements, if he weren’t a vagrant, he would have become the Chief Judge long ago.”

“And his tyrannical personality might also be related to his vagrant experience. He sees us as exploiters, and when carrying out missions, he often kills local high-ranking officials without hesitation.”

“If his parents hadn’t been killed by the Mysterious God Cult, he might have even sided with them.”

Speaking of this, she looked at her younger brother again, “This judge likes to take extraordinarily talented people as his students. Fortunately, you only have Brilliant Silver talent.”

Zhang Hengyu was silent.

“Don’t tell father about this, at least not from us,” Zhang Yunqing warned again.

Zhang Hengyu quickly nodded at this clear instruction.

…

“It has come to this…” Zhou Xian stood by the window, his cheeks twitching slightly.

The entire room was chillingly cold, and on the Metal Platform behind him, Zhou Zong’s almost rigid corpse lay horizontally.

Although Yuan Chenyang had been transferred away, his sense of crisis had not diminished at all. Zhang Hongbo was an even more troublesome problem than Yuan Chenyang.

Fortunately, this person had always sought stability, so perhaps he still had a glimmer of hope.

“The Holy Word Stone is lost, the Space Crystal is lost, and one of the two holy artifacts has even become an empty shell…” A long sigh suddenly came from behind him.

Zhou Xian’s pupils constricted, and he turned around to see his jaw drop even further. The one speaking was actually his son, whose head was half-smashed?

“Who are you?” Zhou Xian shouted in a deep voice.

“You already know the answer in your heart, why ask again?” The other party said calmly.

“Heituo Cult Priest.” Zhou Xian’s face turned ugly. He knew that this was the person who had been in contact with him. “Are you here to accuse me?”

“No…” Zhou Zong shook his head stiffly. “The great ruler deeply understands your pain of losing your son. He has given you a chance to atone for your sins.”

Zhou Xian silently clenched his fists. When he first contacted the other party, he hesitated, and now there was no chance to escape.

Zhou Zong’s mouth opened and closed non-stop, making Zhou Xian’s heart twitch. “When the great ruler accidentally cast his gaze, he discovered a very delicious soul here. You need to find him.”

“Delicious soul?” Zhou Xian was puzzled, then suddenly asked, “Do you know why the Guiding is empty?”

“Because the erosion failed,” the priest did not hide it. “That delicious soul has extremely strong resistance.”

Erosion failed?

Zhou Zong’s heart jolted with shock, and a name suddenly came to mind—Yuan Chenyang!

He actually had such ability?

The priest’s voice seemed to come from a more distant place, “You don’t need to worry about other things. As long as you find him, the great ruler will grant you a small wish, for example… bringing your son back to life.”

Zhou Zong’s eyes suddenly lit up, and Yuan Chenyang’s name was about to blurt out, but the priest immediately followed up:

“But you only have one chance, because even I cannot be sure whether the target is what the ruler needs. If you make a mistake in sacrificing the wrong person, the great ruler will be angry, and both you and I will die.”

The three words “Yuan Chenyang” were swallowed back down. Zhou Xian stared at his son and nodded heavily: “I understand.”

Seeing Zhou Zong lie back down, Zhou Xian’s expression changed. Yuan Chenyang had already left, so if he wanted to figure this out, he could only start with other people.

…

Not long after Yuan Chenyang left, Zhang Hongbo came to the Supervision Department, which was not very loyal to him, and called a meeting of all section chiefs and above.

The meeting was very simple, nothing more than reassuring everyone, gathering investigators, and delegating responsibilities.

“Uh, Section Chief Sun… stay for a moment.”

After the meeting, Fatty Sun, who was mixed in the crowd, was called out.

Gulp!

Fatty Sun’s throat rolled, and amidst the bewildered gazes of others, he turned around with a blooming smile like a chrysanthemum: “City Lord, did you call me?”

Monday, briefly asking for monthly votes, thank you for the support of all the bosses!

(End of this chapter)