Dongtong City, Yao Heng's hometown, was not far from Shanghai.
During the summer vacation in college, Lan Mu and Yao Heng went to his house to play.
In the dormitory, Yao Heng was the most shy and only had a few friends in the dormitory.
His family was not well off, but it was much better than Lan Mu. At least his parents were still alive.
The bronze teapot itself was not valuable, but if it was an anomaly, it had a different meaning.
Lan Mu took a taxi to Yao Heng's house. The bronze teapot must be recovered. If it was really Yao Heng who took it, Lan Mu could only say that he was disappointed.
Taking without asking was a thief. Whether it was Yao Heng who took it or not, Lan Mu must confirm it himself.
"No one? No one in his family? "
Lan Mu's spiritual power probed his house from afar, but no one was there.
"He resigned yesterday … and took his family away in just one day?"
Lan Mu narrowed his eyes and let the taxi driver wander around Dongtong City. His spiritual power was stretched to the limit.
Tall buildings, people coming and going, traffic shuttling …
Countless information poured into his brain, and Lan Mu quickly screened it. Suddenly, his face changed and his fists clenched.
"Master … go to the city police station."
Lan Mu's voice was a little bit gritted. When he arrived at the police station, he threw down a hundred yuan and rushed out directly.
He did not show up, but turned into a hunter and sneaked into the office. He could see two police officers escorting Yao Heng's family out.
Yao Heng's parents' eyes were red and swollen. The police were still persuading them, "We will find the murderer!"
But no matter how they persuaded, Yao Heng's parents could not suppress their grief. There was even resentment in their eyes.
Lan Mu knew the reason. Yao Heng was dead, tortured to death.
He walked to the morgue and silently stared at his body.
Yao Heng died miserably. Before he died, he seemed to have been tortured. His fingers were pulled out one by one, his eyes were gouged out, his nose was cut off, his tongue was cut off, and he was even dismembered.
The familiar brutality … was as miserable as the slaves in the City of Gold.
Lan Mu's eyes were cold, and he had unknowingly turned into a Lich.
A faint soul fire danced in his eye sockets, and the already gloomy morgue became even colder.
"Damn it … who did this?" He was furious.
Yao Heng's soul was right next to him. Lan Mu summoned it over to take a look and immediately felt an astonishing amount of resentment.
His death was very tragic, unlike the fatty's. After his death, his soul was filled with negative emotions. It was filled with hatred and pain.
Wasn't this familiar feeling similar to the souls of the Aztecs?
Lan Mu could basically assume that Yao Heng's sudden misfortune was caused by him taking away the bronze teapot.
After carefully stripping out the remaining memories, Lan Mu roughly understood the truth of the matter.
The day before yesterday, Yao Heng complained about Lan Mu and said some bad things. As a result, Mia smashed his head with a ruler and scolded him. He covered his head and ran into the room. When he saw money coming out of the bronze teapot, he unconsciously walked over and picked it up.
As soon as he picked it up, he completely fell into the strange attraction and couldn't bear to let go.
After that, he resigned. According to the memory fragments, after returning to his hometown, he constantly hurt himself. As long as he was in pain, more money would come out of the bronze teapot in his hand!
It was as if he was addicted. He made himself bloody, but he still got a hundred thousand dollars!
The bronze teapot had a kind of magic. Once someone was attracted to it and fell into the transaction of exchanging pain for money, they wouldn't be able to extricate themselves.
The worst thing was that when he was spending money recklessly, he was targeted by hoodlums. Originally, they just wanted to extort some money from him.
As a result, after beating him up, they found that the bronze teapot hidden in his bag was producing money out of thin air.
The moment they held the bronze teapot, the hoodlums also fell into their desires. They dragged Yao Heng to an old house and tortured him before finally killing him.
In Yao Heng's most profound memory, Lan Mu saw the second before he died, countless bills burst out like a fountain!
"Yao Heng …"
Lan Mu smiled bitterly, not knowing how he felt.
The bronze teapot's ability was exchanging pain for money. For the sake of money, Yao Heng couldn't suppress his greed and stole it … In the end, he died an unnatural death.
Lan Mu felt a bit sorry for him. It was a pity that he was played with by an anomaly.
That strange attraction, he came into contact with it and was fine.
Su Yue came into contact with it many times, but it didn't arouse any greed.
However, Yao Heng couldn't resist the temptation and ended up in a disaster.
Only those with evil thoughts would fall into the teapot's demonic nature. Because of Lan Mu's uniqueness, he didn't know whether or not he had evil thoughts, but at least Su Yue didn't.
"An anomaly … this is the hidden order of the world"
Containment, control, and protection.
Lan Mu deeply understood the meaning of CANC's existence, which was to separate the abnormal world from the normal world and protect the majority of ordinary people.
He didn't immediately notice the bronze teapot's abnormality, which caused Yao Heng, who couldn't control his desires, to be toyed with, depraved, and killed.
In their words, the containment failed.
After hesitating for a few seconds.
Lan Mu abandoned Yao Heng's soul and gave up on reviving him. Not only because of Yao Heng's evil thoughts, but also because his soul contained too much resentment, he would only revive as a vengeful spirit like Paul.
"Although you …"
"Forget it, I'm also responsible for this."
"Leave the rest to me, you can go to the afterlife."
Since he was dead, there was no need to talk about many things. Although he didn't know if there was reincarnation, Lan Mu still chose to let him dissipate by himself.
…
Lan Mu contacted Cheng Ming and asked him to give Yao Heng's parents a sum of money in the name of the company.
In two days, he finally found the three gangsters who killed Yao Heng in a remote barren mountain in Dongtong City.
Of course, they were just corpses.
Two of them were injured, but they died directly. The last one was obviously bitten to death by a dog and was tortured.
He couldn't find the bronze teapot. It seemed that it was taken away.
"Hehe … teapot … you're quite powerful …"
Lan Mu's eyes became colder. Through the souls of the gangsters, he got another clue.
There was a gangster leader in Dongtong City. He found out that his men suddenly had a few million windfall, so he brought people to interrogate.
The saddest thing was that when they were tracked down, the three gangsters were still killing each other. They were already fighting each other to the death, wanting to monopolize the bronze teapot.
The result was obvious. They were all killed by the boss, and the teapot was also taken away.
"What happened about six hours ago, I hope it ends here …"
However, things didn't go as planned, and this series of events continued.
Lan Mu followed the clues and soon found the body of the gangster leader in an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.
There were five men around him who were buried with him!
"Who is this?"
Lan Mu checked the fragmented memory of the dead soul and suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The gangster leader was actually killed by six of his confidants. After that, the six of them fought each other, and only one of them survived and ran away with the bronze teapot.
"What happened two hours ago …"
"However, the clues are broken here."
Lan Mu didn't leave the slightest trace at the scene and left.
For these people who only had themselves to blame, he didn't have any feelings for them.
"It seems that the bronze teapot's standard of temptation is bigger than I thought. Except for me and Su Yue, everyone who came into contact with it eventually had evil thoughts in their hearts and fell."
"The last man who survived was cruel and merciless. To be able to obtain the final victory in the fight, he must not be a fool."
"Maybe, he has already left Dongtong City …"
Lan Mu pondered. When he walked to the door, he suddenly noticed a bloodstain on the ground.
The blood was stained on the stone, and it was obvious that someone had left the blood here.
"The bloodstain hasn't been here for more than a day … The only person who can appear at the door is the last man who survived."
"He's injured …"
Lan Mu picked up the stone and quickly found more than a dozen bloodstains along the road. Finally, there was no trace in the parking lot.
Then, Lan Mu learned that the man was on the highway according to the traces of the ruts. Looking at the direction, he should be going to Shanghai!
"It takes two to three hours to go from Dongtong City to Shanghai …"
Lan Mu's eyes lit up. He turned into a Bi Fang and flew straight up to a height of five thousand meters above the clouds.
Here, no one could see him from the ground. They could only see him flying at full speed toward Shanghai.
Along the highway, he searched all the way. His spiritual force stared at the high-speed scan.
Finally, when he arrived at the outskirts of Shanghai, he found the bronze teapot.
"It's not easy … Fortunately, you're not dead …"
Lan Mu landed in a place where no one was and became a hunter again, approaching the other party.
His spiritual force was locked on, and he finally saw the man get a room in a small hotel. He excitedly took out the bronze teapot from the box.
Not only that, but the box was also stuffed with money. According to the size of the box, there was at least a few million.
"The bronze teapot gave out money out of thin air. Is it real money? Even if it's real, it should be independent of the monetary and financial system, right? "
At this time, night fell. Lan Mu climbed up to the third floor and entered the suite from the window. This series of movements was familiar to Lan Mu.
The man was unaware and was still lying in the pile of money, smirking.
"Hey …"
Lan Mu patted him on the shoulder, and the man's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
"Where did you get it?"
Lan Mu ignored him. He reached out and picked up the bronze teapot.
There was no abnormality. The feeling of the first time he touched it did not appear again. It was as if the bronze teapot had given up on tempting Lan Mu since then.
"Let go! That's mine! "
The man reacted. He rushed over with a ferocious face and pulled out a knife.
"Ding!"
"Crash …"
Lan Mu didn't move. A metal plate blocked the knife. Another one flew in the air. The edge of the metal plate sharpened and cut through the man's chest.
Listening to the man's wails, Lan Mu saw a few hundred yuan appear in the bronze teapot out of thin air.
"Give it back!" The man did not give up. In the end, his hands were cut off by the metal plate.
This time, the bronze teapot reacted violently. It was like a firecracker, spewing out a large amount of money. After a rough count, there was about 40,000 yuan!
"That's not right. Yao Heng self-mutilated, and even if he did not injure his muscles and bones, there would be more than 80,000 yuan. How could there be only 40,000 yuan after cutting off his hands?"
With a thought, Lan Mu turned the metal plate into a shuttle and stabbed into the man's wound.
"Ah!"
Following the man's pain, the bronze teapot started raining money again. It spewed out another 20,000 yuan before stopping.
"It actually requires continuous pain … Does that mean torture is more effective?"
"What a scary deal."
Lan Mu was very calm. He was not like the others who were immersed in this deal.
"If that's the case … Gold should work too, right?"
"Puchi." Lan Mu ended the man's life. This time, there was no rain of money, but a muffled sound.
There was an extra gold bar in the bronze teapot. He picked it up and weighed it. It was about five kilograms.
"This is the source of the City of Gold …"
"A person's life is 5,000 grams of gold. If it's torture to death, there should be more. It should be about 50 kilograms."
"The entire City of Gold should have at least 10,000 tons, right? Two hundred thousand people's worth … "
"Aztec, an empire that fell deeper and deeper under the temptation of the bronze teapot, how could it not be destroyed?"
After dealing with the scene, Lan Mu casually took some money, the gold bar, and the bronze teapot. He jumped out of the window and quickly disappeared.
Only the scattered money was left in the room.
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