The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins

No way to escape!

Only seek life in a dead-end, go all out!

At the critical moment, Yan Yunsheng had a revelation in his heart, ignoring the exhausted flesh and blood, desperately channeling all energy, delivering a brilliant strike with the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon.

Woo woo woo woo~

The blade edge tore through the air, creating a piercing sound as it clashed directly with the enemy's longsword, exploding into a spherical white mist visible to the naked eye.

The compressed qi force exploded violently, a semi-transparent shockwave swept across the courtyard, several constables nearby got knocked away as if hit by a heavy truck, flying several meters.

Some were even slammed into the courtyard wall, sliding down after several seconds, coughing up blood uncontrollably.

In the center of the battlefield, Yan Yunsheng's upper body garment was shredded to pieces by the scattered power, and a terrifying sword mark, deep enough to reveal the bone, ran across his chest.

The lingering destructive force seeped into his organs, blasting him to spit out a mouthful of blood, his whole body flew backward, skidding over ten meters on the ground before stopping upon hitting the steps.

On the other side, the middle-aged man kept a stiff and slow position of swinging his sword, lowering his head to stare at the spreading red on his heart area.

Slowly turning his head towards the beautiful and cold youth on the side of the battlefield, the man painfully squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

"Despicable!"

Zhu Haomiao: "......"

You are attacking the court offices with weapons!

How are you acting like a hero resisting tyranny?!

Take my justice backstab!

Frowning with indescribable expression, Zhu Haomiao let the middle-aged man clutch his chest, flip over the courtyard wall, and escape, then reached out, and a slender steel needle swiftly appeared, precisely caught between his fingers.

Stopping Yan Yunsheng, who was struggling to stand up and pursue, Zhu Haomiao glanced at him deeply, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't force it, take good care and heal, he won't get away."

With that said, Zhu Haomiao took a leisurely pace and chased after the fleeing man.

On the other side, the middle-aged man clutched his chest, staggering, as the agonizing pain swept over his nerves in waves, chilling cold spread through his limbs, vision blurring, movements becoming sluggish and weak.

His vision blacked out intermittently, every heartbeat pumped away his remaining life energy instead of bringing strength.

The original pinpoint-sized bloodstain on his chest spread wider, blood flowing out from front and back, soaking his entire upper body, turning him into a blood man.

Not far behind him, Zhu Haomiao walked leisurely, like a patient hunter waiting calmly for his prey to collapse.

Finally, the desire to survive couldn't resist the fatal wound piercing his heart, his steps grew heavier, eventually collapsing thunderously, reaching out in a futile attempt to crawl forward.

But when he lifted his head, a pair of exquisite dragon-patterned brocade shoes filled his view, looking up to see a youth like a demon overlooking him, mysterious and strange divine light flickering in his deep, black pupils.

"Nothing to say?"

Zhu Haomiao crouched down, staring intently at the man's gradually dilating pupils, whispering softly.

"If you don't speak now, there won't be another chance."

"Prison escape… help… me…"

The man's lips moved, but darkness completely took over his vision, gradually losing even the strength to speak.

On the other side, watching the man's pupils quickly dilate, his head slowly drooping, Zhu Haomiao curled his lips disdainfully.

No spirit!

How do you plan a prison break with such a whisper?!

At least finish your sentence before dying!

Sighing, Zhu Haomiao stood up, pointing at the corpse to the constables rushing over.

"Take him back."

"Yes, sir!"

Amid the excited yet fearful murmur of the watching crowd, Zhu Haomiao led the group back, his lazy gaze gradually losing focus as his mind sank inward.

[Greed] +159

[Greed]: LV.1→LV.2 (71/200)

[God] +1

[Dexterity] +1

[Greed Coin] +19

For wealth, men die; for food, birds perish.

Looks like this guy was following orders, cluelessly tried a prison break, with no idea who he was trying to rescue?

Unconsciously flexing his fingers, a sparkling and beautiful coin magically appeared between Zhu Haomiao's fingers, dancing lightly like a sprite.

Looking at the over 30 [Greed Coins] he had amassed, the youth rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Ever since mastering all Eight Basic Forces, his urgency for [Greed Coins] had diminished.

Originally, he saved over a dozen, intending to complete his inner strength to the Fourth Level, directly starting the process of metamorphosis.

But now with an additional 19 coins, leaving them idle seems wasteful…

More crucially, the accumulation of [Body] attribute is immense, over twice the other attributes!

Without special means to expedite transformation, it'll just keep increasing, never fully digesting!

Perceiving slightly, Zhu Haomiao found that, with his current low energy level, he only needed two coins to realize one attribute point, making it quite cost-effective!

Nodding thoughtfully, the youth's mind moved, [Greed]'s Authority released the profound Power of Laws, twisting the concept of time, reversing effects and causes, instantly converting potential into reality.

Gurgle gurgle~

But after consuming 8 [Greed Coins] and materializing 4 points of [Body] attribute, Zhu Haomiao had to stop, clutching his rumbling stomach, sighing helplessly.

The sumptuous indulgence over the past ten days, painstakingly accumulated nutrition, was all depleted in an instant…

Fortunately, this world has Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures grade food!

Thinking of this, Zhu Haomiao's divine thought moved, silently calling in his heart.

"Wilson…"

"Yes, my lord."

"How is the progress on the blood food channel?"

"The framework of the channel has been initially established."

"I'm hungry, send a batch of ingredients to the [Pingyang Marquis Mansion] as soon as possible."

"As you command."

Satisfied, he severed the faith link, Zhu Haomiao returned to the Anti-theft Bureau, inquiring briefly about the condition of the wounded, confirming there were no mortal dangers, before finding Yan Yunsheng.

In the hall, Yan Yunsheng sat upright in a chair, his upper body wrapped in white bandages, with a tint of blood still faintly seeping from his chest, calmly commanding the clean-up affairs.

"Sir!"

Seeing him struggling to stand and salute, Zhu Haomiao quickly pushed him back down.

"No need for formalities, are your injuries serious?"

Upon hearing, the pain-twitching Yan Yunsheng grinned.

"Not serious, just external wounds, a ten to fifteen-day rest will heal them!"

Immediately, a hint of uncontrollable excitement emerged as he reported softly.

"Sir, I broke through! I advanced to seventh-rank!"

The long-cherished dream was suddenly realized, even with Yan Yunsheng's composure, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, eyes reddening.