Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 311: Fourteen Let’s bet… each other’s rules (5K)_3

“They mean, even if I managed to collect a basketful of Corpse Blocks later, I’d only need one Corpse Block to use the power.”

“It seems that future Hosts won’t need to cut off hands, gouge out eyes, and slice tongues all at the same time; just doing one of these will suffice.”

Bai Wei felt he was just too kind, too considerate for the Hosts.

“An ‘old grandpa’ like me is hard to come by, even if you searched with a lantern.”

However, these two new features were just to make future collection and use a bit more convenient.

What mattered more to Bai Wei, the heftier concern, was the eight percent feature.

“Visas’s Illusion.”

“As a trade-off for completely sealing the Corpse Block’s Rule and power (for a month or more, can be reduced as the number of Corpse Blocks increases), one can leave the Host and briefly descend in the form of an illusion (with twenty-five percent of the power of a Second Order Descent).”

This, this was the real blockbuster feature.

Though the cost was exorbitant, sealing the Rule and power for over a month, meaning that Bai Wei would be utterly defenseless during that time, completely at the mercy of others.

But this could be an independent descent without the Host, and though it was only a quarter of the Second Order’s power, it was still enough to accomplish very, very many things.

It only needed eight percent of Source Power to unlock.

Bai Wei was at seven percent now, meaning he didn’t need Corpse Blocks as significant as fingers or eyes; minor Corpse Blocks like the ones he had mentioned before would suffice.

Moreover, Bai Wei happened to know that in this academy, somewhere, there was such a Corpse Block.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but curl up the corners of his mouth, filled with anticipation for the life to come.

But before that, he might as well try out the new features he could use.

Bai Wei once again turned his attention to the stone bench.

But, after summoning people over, what could he do?

It seemed as though Bai Wei’s confusion had been felt, as bits of information suddenly flooded into his mind.

This made Bai Wei’s smile widen even more.

“So it can also be done this way.”

He was about to illuminate the stone bench when something suddenly dawned on him, and he turned his head toward a nearby pond.

The once dry pond now had water in it, reflecting his current appearance.

Everything was an illusion, with only his finger, left eye, and tongue glowing brightly.

“I still need to disguise myself a bit,” he murmured, gently touching his tongue with his finger.

Instantly, the glow of the tongue dissipated, turning into an illusion as well.

Satisfied, Bai Wei activated the stone bench.

…

“Lord Bishop, these are the work summaries for the past month.” The handsome Little Priest smiled as he served Rocky a cup of tea, “You’ve worked hard.”

Leaning back in the chair, Rocky said with some impatience, “That’s all? What’s so hard about this, and what tea is this you’ve brewed? I’ve told you I wanted to drink…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Rocky suddenly felt dizzy, and then his vision went dark.

His whole body seemed to fall into darkness, plummeting until it finally landed on a solid and cold object and stopped.

He opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a stone bench, with the handsome Little Priest transformed into a shadowy figure that looked quite eerie.

After a brief moment of stun, Rocky quickly came to his senses.

“Esoteric Buddhism?!”

He instinctively tried to perform a Sealing, but after lifting his hand, he realized his body had also become an illusion.

His entire being was ethereal.

The only place that emitted light was the thumb of his right hand.

Rocky’s eyes widened slightly, and he immediately realized something before looking again at the shadowy figure opposite him.

There were two glowing spots where the shadow was.

The left eye and the left middle finger.

This person is… Ulu!

Rocky’s heart was filled with shock, and he was about to speak when “Ulu” spoke first.

“Don’t be nervous, stranger,” he said in a hoarse voice, chuckling, “We aren’t in reality, and we don’t know each other. We’re here only because we share something in common.”

Rocky then realized.

This wasn’t reality.

No spell, not even Divine Arts, had the power to bring an Archbishop like him into a strange space like this.

Only Visas’s Rule could possibly do this.

In this space, both he and Ulu were shadows with indistinct faces; the only real presence was the Corpse Blocks they each held.

And while Rocky could identify Ulu through his Corpse Block, Ulu had no idea who he was.

Thinking this, Rocky couldn’t help but feel relieved.

It was good that he wasn’t a fool like a one-eyed, hiding his Corpse Block well; otherwise, Ulu would know who he was too.

After a brief moment of relief, an idea quickly surged in Rocky’s mind.

Although he didn’t know what happened, if this was the case, could he bluff Ulu into revealing his current whereabouts and then finish him off in the real world?

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he heard “Ulu” speak again.

“Even though we are strangers, it’s still a kind of fate to meet here,” he said with a laugh, gesturing Rocky to look at the stone table, “Care for a game?”

Rocky instinctively looked down and saw two sets of dice on the table.

His eyes narrowed slightly, “Are you proposing a gamble?”

“A small bet to entertain, a large bet to harm,” “Ulu” chuckled, “We’re just making a small bet.”

“… Is there a wager?”

“Even a small gamble has its stakes.”

“What could we possibly gamble on if this isn’t the real world?”

“Of course, it’s something we have here.”

Ulu laughed raspingly, then pointed first to his own left eye with his middle finger and then to Rocky’s right thumb.

“Let’s bet on each other’s Rule, the loser has to hand over their Rule.”

Rocky’s eyes widened bit by bit.