Chapter 153 For the Stone

It was already 7pm when Chen Ke returned to the downstairs of his residence.

The sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of the setting sun burned through the clouds on the horizon. The whole sky looked like a dark blue chopping board splashed with thick blood.

The whole apartment building was covered with the blood-red afterglow of the setting sun. Chen Ke saw a dark shadow standing by the window of his residence.

They were waiting for him.

Chen Ke took out his newly bought iPhone and called Lester, asking his younger brother to deliver the suit later. Then he walked into the elevator.

There was a crack in the door of the apartment. The lights were off in the room, and the cold wind blew out from the crack of the door. He opened the door and walked in, then closed it casually.

In front of the bedroom window, a woman leaned against the wall with her hands on her chest, looking straight at him.

She was wearing a black hooded windbreaker, and her whole face was hidden in the shadow. Because of the backlight, Chen Ke could only see a touch of bright red lips. The hem of the windbreaker was as long as her knees. Her calves were very white and she was not wearing shoes.

Chen Ke threw the phone box on the bed, then pulled a stool from the side and sat down. He did not take out the gun, nor did he intend to summon the holy object, because he did not feel the murderous intent of the other party.

Before going out this time, Chen Ke took all the diamonds with him, and also bought a small wallet with a zipper pocket to hide the holy diamonds close to his body. After all, he had been targeted by Asra and had to be on guard against the other party's attack at any time.

"You don't look afraid at all." The woman said to Chen Ke with a smile.

"I have never been afraid." Chen Ke smiled.

The corners of the woman's mouth slightly played, she stretched out her hands, lifted the hood to the back of her head, revealing her shiny bald head.

According to the standards of Western women, she is the type of beauty that brings disaster to the country and the people. Her eyes flashed with a faint red light, and there was a purple rune mark on her forehead.

Chen Ke recognized at a glance that she was the silent witch who took Lucina away at noon.

"Your courage comes from ignorance. You don't know the consequences of going against Asra at all." The witch said lightly.

"Oh, I'm not against you, you're against me." Chen Ke spread his hands.

"It seems that you don't care about your companion at all." The witch laughed.

"Her relationship with me is just a robbery partner, not as important as you think. If she dies, I can get a little more money." Chen Ke shrugged.

"So, you don't plan to use the holy diamond to exchange for your companion?" The witch raised her eyebrows.

"No... Compared with the holy diamond, I still want to exchange for my companion more." Chen Ke said.

"Why?" The witch asked curiously.

"Because I promised her father to bring his daughter back." Chen Ke said coldly.

"..." The witch's eyes lost their luster for a moment, as if she recalled some sad past, but soon returned to her previous expression.

"Then, give me the holy diamond now, and she will be back tomorrow." The witch said.

"No." Chen Ke simply refused.

"Asra never lies." The witch said.

"Chen Ke never negotiates conditions." Chen Ke smiled.

"You have to know that Asra is sparing you now only because you have the diamond." The witch said coldly.

"You also have to understand that I am sparing you now only because she is still in your hands." Chen Ke smiled.

The silent witch frowned, her pupils radiating a red halo, staring straight at Chen Ke, but after a few seconds, the halo dissipated. Chen Ke spread his hands, he thought the witch was going to take him away.

"0 o'clock, bring the diamond to the Breland biscuit factory on the outskirts of the city, come alone, you will see her." The witch said.

After that, the red light in her eyes escaped like a flood, forming a ball of light red mist, wrapping herself and pulling her into the black vortex behind her.

When she disappeared, the vortex gradually became smaller, and finally only a red light spot was left in the air.

Chen Ke snorted, watching the red dot slowly disappear, and after a long time, he said to himself: "I can do it too."

...

9 o'clock at night, Psychic Research Institute, 38th floor of the Great Void Research Building.

Mansis returned to his office and found that the door was not locked. The moonlight outside the window poured into the corridor. Spring had arrived, but the temperature had dropped a bit tonight.

Mansis rubbed his temples. He knew what the visitors tonight would be like. He sorted out his emotions and pushed the door open.

His independent office was not particularly large. Three large bookshelves stood against the wall, a large globe was placed next to the sofa, and the small desk lamp on the desk was on. In the shadow where the orange light could not reach, there was a person waiting there.

"Corrigan..." Mansis looked at the figure and said slowly.

Corrigan, the founder of the S Consortium, is the real controller of the consortium. At the same time, it was because of his unlimited financial support to Mansis in his youth that Mansis had his current status in the academic world.

"Look at you, Mansis... We have only known each other for 40 years, and now you are so old..." Corrigan's old voice came from the darkness.

"All life will come to an end. This is the law of nature." Mansis said.

Corrigan walked out of the shadows and slowly stepped into the light. He was wearing a black hooded robe, and his whole body was bathed in darkness. His hands gently brushed across the table, like a dry and forked branch.

"No... death is an insult to life, it is a curse..." Corrigan shook his head.

"Corrigan, tell me, do you really feel alive now?" Mansis sighed.

"I am the one who deceived the god of death, what do you think?" Corrigan stepped forward, stretched out his dry hands, lifted his hood, and revealed his withered face.

He was too old, and his muscles had shrunk to the limit, barely maintaining his human form. On his shriveled head, his facial features shrank together, his pupils were dull, and his toothless mouth and curled tongue made it a miracle that he could speak.

If Mansis hadn't seen Corrigan shrinking year by year, he would have gone crazy just by looking at his distorted face.

In 1929, 30-year-old Corrigan founded his own family business. At first, it was just a small company mainly engaged in logging and papermaking. As the times changed, it gradually expanded its business to all walks of life.

As the founder of the S Consortium, Corrigan has lived for 112 years.

The man who deceived the god of death relied on the wedge-shaped stone inserted in his head: the Symbiotic Stone.

The stone was inserted into the right forehead of Corrigan, like a devil's horn, black in color, with blue halo lines on the surface, slowly turning white from the end of the stone, and the blue lines were only concentrated near the wound on the forehead.

"Mansis, you know why I came to you." Corrigan said.

Of course, Mansis knew that he was looking for a new symbiotic stone.