Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

Chapter 238 The Final Chapter of Prince Heng

The cowherd's eyes were chillingly cold.

That gaze seemed to have been pulled from the depths of the underworld, devoid of any warmth.

He looked at Jiang Chaosheng, his lips moved slightly, and he uttered only one word:

"Alright. Then, let's begin the war."

There was no unnecessary nonsense, no hysterical threats.

It was just a single word, light and airy, yet it was like a boulder crashing into a deep pool, stirring up silent, enormous waves.

"Imperial Advisor! Save me—"

Prince Heng's roar was heart-wrenching, and his huge head trembled violently in the air, veins bulging, and eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

But the Cowherd did not turn back.

The phantom in hemp clothing had already transformed into seven-colored light and dissipated like a gust of wind.

Prince Heng trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his voice dry and hoarse, as if it had rusted:

"Am I... a pawn to be discarded?"

No one answered him.

He sensed an intense killing intent surging in from all directions.

Dusk once again raised the flintlock pistol.

Prince Heng's eyes twitched wildly, his lips twitched, and he suddenly shouted sharply:

"Then you have abandoned me, so don't blame me!"

He took a deep breath, and his voice suddenly rose:

"Sir, spare my life!"

I can assist you, sir!

Within a month, we will annihilate all of Taiping Dao's forces, both domestically and internationally!

Jiang Chaosheng remained silent, his gun gathering divine power.

Prince Heng trembled, looked around frantically, and cried out in panic:

"Cao Ye! Save me! I am willing to pledge allegiance to the Abnormal Management..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A barrage of gunfire erupted, like a string of exploding firecrackers.

Inside Prince Heng's enormous head, countless eerie red dots lit up, like stars in the night sky.

The red dots flickered and spread inside his skull, making his face look ferocious and terrifying.

Prince Heng turned his head blankly and looked at a helicopter not far away.

The helicopter hovered in mid-air, the wind whipped up by its rotors churning the surrounding fog.

The hatch was open, and an investigator from the Anomalies Management Bureau was holding a special machine gun, the muzzle still emitting blue smoke.

He calmly reported to the person on the other end of the headset:

"The matter of Prince Heng has been successfully dealt with."

"Roar—!!! Cao Ye!"

Prince Heng let out a deafening roar, a voice filled with resentment, anger, and despair.

"I am powerful enough to slay dragons! A peerless hero! I am not reconciled—"

The red light on the enormous head grew even more intense, and its scorching temperature could be felt from a great distance.

The light shone from inside his skull, illuminating his face so clearly that it looked like a lantern about to burn out.

Prince Heng roared, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth:

"Cao Ye!!!! If I could enter the underworld, I would become a vengeful ghost and devour you alive—"

"boom--!!!"

The cursing stopped abruptly.

A dazzling firework burst open in the sky.

Everything evaporated in that instant of intense heat, vanishing into the world without leaving even ashes.

Jiang Chaosheng glanced at the helicopter not far away with surprise.

The Bureau of Abnormal Affairs... killed Prince Heng?

His lips twitched slightly, and he murmured softly, "Interesting."

......

He lowered his head and looked at the evil jade dragon on the ground.

Xie Yujiao felt that gaze, his body trembled violently, and he excitedly prostrated himself down, his forehead almost touching the ground.

Jiang Chaosheng had once doubted her loyalty.

Because of this suspicion, he never summoned her or inquired about the secrets of the Way of Peace.

After all, Xie Yujiao was not a member of the Forbidden Society and had never exchanged loyalty for forbidden items.

Even today, he still doubts her loyalty.

However, the Taiping Dao had already broken off relations with her.

Even if she had reservations, she couldn't go back.

Of all the places in the world, the Witch's Club is the only place that can accommodate her.

Jiang Chaosheng reached out his hand towards Xie Yujiao.

The arm transformed into a jet-black python the instant it was extended, plunging down from the clouds, its scales gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

The python coiled around Xie Yujiao's waist, grabbed her from the ground, and carried her into the depths of the dark clouds.

Xie Yujiao did not struggle.

She closed her eyes, feeling the wind whistling past her ears, her heart pounding as if it were about to explode.

Then, she landed on that dark cloud.

The man sat on the dark throne, looking down at her with an indifferent gaze, as if he were looking at a stone.

Xie Yujiao crawled down, not daring to raise his head.

.....

The dark clouds have dispersed.

The ghostly soldiers retreated like the tide, orderly returning to the thick fog and disappearing without a trace.

All that remained on the streets were spent shell casings, broken stones, and the lingering smell of gunpowder in the air.

The battle is over.

The military officers sat down on the ground with a thud, panting heavily. Some even lay down on their backs, staring blankly at the sky.

Having served as military officers for so long, today was the closest they had ever come to death.

Bai Lu frowned, gazing at the helicopter in the sky. She picked up the walkie-talkie, her voice tinged with coldness:

"I didn't give the order. Why did you fire?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie, followed by the machine gunner's steady voice, devoid of any emotion:

"It was a direct order from Director Cao Ye."

My primary authority has always been Director Cao Ye.

Bai Lu stared blankly at the walkie-talkie in her hand, her fingers slightly cold.

Even Prince Heng has surrendered...

She considered a possibility, and her expression suddenly changed drastically.

Just then, she felt a cold gaze.

Bai Lu turned her head—it was Li Mingyue.

The witches stood up.

Jin Meiting patted the dust off her long, white legs, looked at Li Mingyue, and said meaningfully:

"Officer Li, don't forget what I told you, thoroughly investigate your own internal affairs."

After the six witches finished speaking, they turned and walked outside.

Neither the investigators nor the military officers attempted to stop them.

Li Mingyue looked at Bai Lu, her voice not loud, but each word clear:

Why was the order given to kill Prince Heng?

Prince Heng has clearly surrendered!

Bai Lu pursed her lips, which were somewhat pale.

"It's Director Cao's order."

Li Mingyue's pupils suddenly contracted.

Cao Ye?

The witches say that the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs may have spies from the Taiping Dao.

Whale Bird had also suspected this. Now, Li Mingyue was quite certain—there was definitely someone in the Anomaly Management Bureau secretly colluding with the Taiping Dao.

Cao Ye is highly suspicious.

She wouldn't find it strange that the director of the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs colluded with the Taiping Dao.

Wasn't the previous director the same?

But... that's impossible.

How could Cao Ye, who so vehemently hates those who are extraordinary, collude with the Taiping Dao?

Her brows furrowed deeper and deeper, like a tangled mess that couldn't be untied.

.....

Los Angeles, California, United States.

It was still daylight.

Sunlight streamed through the car windows, making the leather seats inside the car slightly warm.

A stretched Lincoln was driving smoothly on the highway.

In the back seat, a gorgeously dressed young woman was sitting cross-legged, holding a brand-new game console and staring intently at the screen.

She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, but there was a sharpness in her eyes that was not commensurate with her age, like a knife hidden in velvet.

Suddenly, the cowherd beside him awoke with a start, his face ashen, veins bulging on his forehead, and he spat out two words through gritted teeth:

"What a beautiful sunset!"

The girl was startled, and with a slip of her finger, the character on the screen was bitten to death by the monster, and the eye-catching "GAME OVER" message popped up on the screen.

She turned her head angrily, glaring at the cowherd, her eyes practically spitting fire:

"Why are you making such a fuss?!"

The Cowherd quickly bowed, his posture extremely humble:

"I have disturbed Your Majesty's presence; this humble subject deserves to die!"

The girl snorted and tossed the game console aside. Crossing your legs:

"Alright, tell me. What happened?"

The Cowherd sighed, his voice low and deep:

"Prince Heng... is gone."

The girl remained silent for a long time.

The air inside the car seemed to freeze, and even the sunlight felt heavy.

She stared blankly at the scenery rushing past the window, and after a long while, she sighed sadly.

"In my Taiping Dao, there are six leaders of the five banners, four of whom are in the Xia Kingdom."

"Xie Yujiao is a traitor, Xie Qilin is unruly, and Xie Xiaolong died young..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, finally turning into a plaintive sigh:

"Sigh—, how come there are so many traitors in my Taiping Road?"

"Ao Bai, who was just a good man and had just been granted the title of Prince Heng, died so easily in battle?"

Seeing the girl's heartbroken expression, the cowherd's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head.

"Your humble servant is guilty!"

"Failure to capture the Evil Jade Dragon, failure to save Prince Heng... I deserve to die!"

The girl pursed her lips and gently tapped her slender fingers twice on her knee:

"Who killed Prince Heng?"

The Cowherd raised his head and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"dusk."

The girl took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

That breath was very long, as if it was trying to expel all the emotions from the chest.

"Promise me one thing."

The Cowherd bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please speak!"

A cold glint flashed in the girl's eyes, a glint as chilling as the first frost of winter, so cold it sent a chill down one's spine.

"No matter what, we must eliminate Twilight. Avenge Prince Heng!"

The Cowherd bowed deeply, his forehead almost touching his knees:

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty!"

The girl's fingers tightened slightly, her nails digging into her palms.

Her voice suddenly became soft, as soft as a viper's tongue:

"Evil Jade Dragon must also die."

I want her to be a sow for life.

I want her to live in a pigsty for the rest of her life, and to mate with boars.

"...Let the soldiers eat her children raw in her presence."

The Cowherd bowed again, his voice steady and firm, like a rock:

"Your Majesty, I receive the decree! However... I'm afraid we'll need Your Majesty's help."