"So you climbed up here just to ponder life?" A voice sounded from the entrance of the rooftop.
Wu Liang coldly held a kitchen knife and walked up with firm steps, the hesitation in his eyes had completely turned to indifference.
The news that his father was still alive indeed pleased him, but his father’s actions were no longer those of the person he knew.
It might be an exaggeration to say family justice, but he had to at least stop his father’s absurd actions!
"It’s not pondering, this is an inevitable situation, I merely accelerated the process." Wu Xiaoyao spoke softly as he stood up from the rooftop.
Standing on top of the highest building in the commercial street, he spread his arms as if embracing the night, but also as if displaying his ambition towards the city.
But before he could continue, a kitchen knife whistled towards his back. Google seaʀᴄh 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Without turning his head, Wu Xiaoyao twisted his body to dodge, and the knife brushed past his clothes, falling into the dusk.
He turned around to meet Wu Liang’s gaze.
"Son, you can still choose to join me now. On your own, you cannot fully research the supernatural objects, but together, we can."
Wu Xiaoyao still believed that Wu Liang’s power, like his own, came from researching supernatural objects to the point of mastering their capabilities while also being able to modify them.
"By then, the supernatural resurgence will no longer be a threat to humanity but a boon! Acting as a catalyst to propel human society to the next stage!"
His voice was as enchanting as it had been at the banquet, making people want to heed his words without realizing it.
However, Wu Liang, with an oil paper umbrella over his head, completely ignored that strange influence.
He simply said coldly, "This is a very dangerous research. If it suddenly falls into everyone’s hands, it will only lead to societal collapse."
"Just like firearms before the supernatural resurgence, if everyone could possess firearms, would society truly be peaceful and orderly?"
With that, Wu Liang no longer wanted to listen to his father’s deceptive words there.
He raised his hand to summon back the Kitchen Knife Ghost from the Ghost Compendium, gripping it tightly in his hand and rushing forward.
Words are futile, fists are the real deal!
Affixed with the Breaking Blade providing extreme speed, along with the slashes from the Kitchen Knife Ghost, Wu Liang swung the blade like a masterful swordsman.
Yet, Wu Xiaoyao merely took out a moss-covered turtle shell from his pocket, holding it in front of him expressionlessly as he watched the strike fall.
The kitchen knife struck his arm, producing a crisp sound, as if two sharp blades had collided.
Wu Liang was knocked back a step by the counterforce, but Wu Xiaoyao remained undisturbed.
"Actually, before the supernatural resurgence, there were indeed places where everyone could carry firearms..." The father spoke somewhat helplessly.
In his view, with this turtle shell, his son couldn’t do anything to him, and he could only wait for the plan he had set up to start in a few minutes.
Yet, he failed to see that in front of Wu Liang, an old book hovering in the air was rapidly beginning to show writing.
Information from the Ghost Compendium appeared instantly—
Immovable Turtle Shell
The holder of the turtle shell, as long as they remain unmoving, can maintain their current state without being influenced externally.
Soft power can remove the shell from the holder’s hand.
As soon as he saw the information appear, Wu Liang’s eyes flashed with brilliance. He grasped the kitchen knife and attacked again.
"I already told you it’s useless..."
He continued to remain unmoved.
But before he finished speaking, Wu Liang’s seemingly fierce slash, when about to strike his father, suddenly abandoned the knife to the side and, faster than lightning, placed his hand on the turtle shell.
Following this, his initially fast and agile movements immediately became gentle and deft, merely using his fingertips to touch the turtle shell.
Wu Xiaoyao watched in confusion.
The shell fell to the ground, and Wu Xiaoyao showed a look of incredulity, never having imagined that the shell could be stripped away in such an unbelievable manner.
"Then this punch might not work either."
Wu Liang whispered softly into his father’s ear.
Then the gentle hand balled into a fist pressed into the other’s abdomen, twisting the fabric inward with creased distortions.
The air seemed to explode with sound, Wu Xiaoyao’s face contorted in agony as he was propelled five or six meters back.
Only when his body crashed against the rooftop wall did he come to a halt, even causing a slight crack in the wall.
Under these enormous forces, Wu Xiaoyao felt unsure of how many ribs he’d broken, placing his hand on the ground, attempting to rise again.
Yet the injuries and pain prevented him from standing despite several attempts.
"Even now, you can choose to surrender and stop this absurdity."
Wu Liang picked the shell off the ground, pointing it at his father.
But the panting Wu Xiaoyao merely leaned against the wall and sat up weakly, revealing a hint of a mysterious smile, tremblingly pulling something from his pocket.
An ordinary cellphone.
"Cough cough cough... Why should I surrender? The people below might be dead by now, your handiwork..." he said, blood trickling from his lips.
Wu Liang frowned, puzzled by his father’s words.
He had clearly resolved the two artificial ghosts downstairs, they even had been swallowed by the oil paper umbrella.
What could be wrong with those officials?
While deep in thought, Wu Xiaoyao opened the phone, randomly tapped it a couple of times, and a live news broadcast appeared.
A familiar silhouette walked onto the screen.
It was Wu Liang himself, wearing an official black uniform with a fierce expression, approaching a fallen, terrified official with a cleaver in hand.
Wu Liang was dumbfounded.
He had never seen himself in an official black uniform, yet here he was on the news.
And it seemed he was about to commit a violent act.
Someone was imitating him!?
At that moment, he immediately understood his father’s intent!
His father aimed to sever the trust among the officials, Chengyang City’s top brass, and the populace!
This action could disrupt Chengyang City’s societal order! Just for his ludicrous pursuit of universal harmony?
"Cough cough... Truth be told, I didn’t expect you could subdue me without any preparation, but did you ever consider... I still have allies?" Wu Xiaoyao said with a smile: "Now, you are inevitably one of us."
Interrupting the news broadcast was an issue he had anticipated.
Wu Xiaoyao did not underestimate the officials, so he also made preparations.
Currently, the devices playing the news are also supernatural objects. Unless their entities are destroyed, the broadcast cannot be stopped by any external means.
Even if televisions, phones, computers at people’s homes are unplugged, the news will still air!
After all, it is the power of the supernatural.
The blade descended, blood splattered.
In the news broadcast video, a strong hand gripped the blade, being cut and letting out a little red liquid.
Yet the official ahead suffered no harm, he was saved!
The camera turned to the person blocking the fake Wu Liang.
His appearance stunned everyone watching the news broadcast—Wu Liang!
Even more shocked was Wu Xiaoyao on the rooftop, who looked down at the phone showing Wu Liang blocking the knife, then looked back up at Wu Liang in front of him.