The Last Chaebol: The Reborn Heroine Pays Tribute to Him at the Beginning

Urgos was silent.

She stared blankly as the scale that had originally tilted toward the evil side slowly regained its balance.

She—the serpent of fate.

Her soul suffered an incomparable blow at this moment, suspended above the altar, constantly enduring the burning sensation brought by the tearing of the "rules".

If the ritual succeeds, and the soul and body are perfectly matched, she will instantly reach the fourth level.

Although she is pitifully weak compared to her strength in the abyss, on this planet at this point in time.

She will be the only king, and she will have enough time to destroy all the blind forces and establish her own kingdom.

But now—

The container is lost, and the ritual is destroyed.

She still descended in her true body...

As the price of crossing the gate of the abyss in advance, her power is weakened to the level of barely the first level.

Although before the end of the world, there are very few life forms with the power of the first level, Shen Chen is one of them.

And—

Her identity is the Demon Lord!

He is a demon lord who regards all creatures on this planet as lowly and inferior creatures!

How can... allow someone to threaten, hunt, and control her!

"Why?"

Ulgos asked without emotion.

She didn't understand--

Mu Qingzhi could be sure that her mother was dead if she thought about it seriously, recalled, and used her brain.

Why...

"Maybe it's because--"

Shen Chen seemed to see what she was thinking.

"People would rather believe what they want to believe."

Ulgos suddenly laughed in a low voice, and his laughter was creepy.

"Shen Chen, do you really want to catch me and take me to your laboratory?"

At this time, Shen Chen was not anxious.

After all, now, no matter how powerful and frightening the demon lord in front of him was in the abyss, he was just a weak life form of the first level.

Outside Qingdu University was the military department of Qingdu.

No matter what, she couldn't escape anywhere.

"No," Shen Chen tried his best to suppress the excitement on his lips.

"I just want to invite Lord Urgos to the imperial capital on behalf of the Shen family to tell stories..."

"I hope Lord Demon Lord Urgos will not refuse."

Shen Chen's words were polite, but his eyes kept scanning her soul that exuded a high-level aura, and he licked his lips unconsciously.

This situation was really weird. After a game was over, the winning party would be polite instead.

"Dream on!"

Urgos' voice was very cold, no longer as calm and charming as before.

Then, in Shen Chen's eyes, the soul of the Serpent of Destiny began to gradually disappear...

Until no trace of breath could be felt anymore.

Shen Chen took two steps forward, his eyes dim, and the smile on his lips remained unchanged.

"Escape? Where can you escape to?"

......

"My story is almost like this."

Huang Shao's eyes fell on Cui Xiaoming who was trembling constantly.

"Governor, you really want to know what happened to you."

Cui Xiaoming nodded frantically.

"It is a method recorded in Buddhist scriptures. The process is a bit complicated and tortuous, but fortunately, it has all been completed one by one in you."

Huang Shao smiled and patted Cui Xiaoming's shoulder in a relaxed manner.

"Don't worry, you are still the Governor of Qingdu after today, just with an additional identity."

Cui Xiaoming's pupils shrank, as if he realized something at this moment.

"Your Excellency Huang Shao's dog."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses stepped forward, grinning, his eyes shining.

Cui Xiaoming's shoulders shook violently, and his eyes were fixed on Huang Shao.

But Huang Shao slowly stood up, did not deny, and kept a smile on his face.

"Hi!"

Huang Shao stretched lazily in a relaxed manner.

Obviously, revealing his thoughts for many years in front of Cui Xiaoming made him particularly comfortable at this moment.

The monk sat behind Cui Xiaoming, holding the Dharma plate in his hand, half-closing his eyes, and constantly muttering Buddhist scriptures.

"Wang Shuo, from today on, you will move to Qingdu Mansion to live."

At the door, Huang Shao said lightly to the man with gold-rimmed glasses.

Hearing this, the man with gold-rimmed glasses showed ecstasy and immediately expressed his loyalty-

"Sir Huang Shao, I will always remember your promotion."

After all, entering Qingdu Mansion can be said to be truly entering the upper echelons of Qingdu's power structure.

"Yeah."

Huang Shao nodded, and then casually said-

"Remember to go back and see your father more often."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses pursed his lips and did not respond.

Suddenly, a muffled groan sounded.

Huang Shao and the man with gold-rimmed glasses turned back at the same time and saw Cui XiaomingThe monk behind him had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Before they could ask, the monk had already stood up tremblingly, staring at Huang Shao, his eyes wide open, his voice hoarse——

"He has the same black seeds in his brain as you!"

Huang Shao's body stiffened, his eyes trembled——

"What did you say?!"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses walked over quickly, looked closely at Cui Xiaoming, and his face was also full of doubt.

"The man surnamed Cui seems to have fainted? Mr. Huang Shao."

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and the monk followed closely to Huang Shao's side and whispered something.

The women chanting Buddhist scriptures around them all stopped, looking a little panicked.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses pushed Cui Xiaoming and murmured-

"He was still awake just now."

The next moment after the man with gold-rimmed glasses turned around, "Cui Xiaoming"'s eyelids moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes...

In the depths of his pupils, there was a dazzling and piercing blood red.

......

Qingdu.

Mingde Temple.

In front of the huge Buddha statue, several monks vomited blood and knelt on the ground.

But they had no time to care about their injuries, all staring at it...

The Buddha statue's smiling and compassionate head slowly rolled down from the neck.

Some monks were so frightened that they vomited, and some trembled silently.

Then their eyes were fixed in fear on the figure of a girl at the door.

"How dare you?"

Some monks pointed at her and spoke unclearly.

More were furious, even overwhelming the panic at the moment.

Because...the ritual that they had prepared for a long time to connect with the Buddha was destroyed!

The girl was naturally Lan Xi, she stood up, holding a sword flashing blue light.

The head of the Buddha statue was cut off by the sword of the awakening weapon in her hand.

Some monks had golden eyes, almost swallowing the girl who suddenly appeared.

"The Buddha statue has been destroyed, I beg you to don't let the temple be stained with blood..."

An old monk with long eyebrows barely stood up with the help of several boys, looking at Lan Xi with eyes like a lake.

When these words came out, many monks looked at him in shock.

"Master Xinchanwu! She, she cut off the head of the Buddha!"

"She not only destroyed our ritual, but also insulted the Buddha!"

"What are you talking about, Master Xinchanwu!"

"..."

They knew deeply that this sword had dealt a heavy blow to their Mingde Temple.

Not only did it make them lose contact with the Buddha, but it also destroyed the source of their power!

The little power that had begun to revive the temple fell silent!

Lan Xi still had no expression on her face. No matter what words were said, her mood would not fluctuate in the slightest.

After completing the task, she turned and left.

Only a group of heartbroken monks were left roaring in a low voice.

Several monks suddenly knelt in front of the Buddha's skull and bowed their heads deeply to repent.

Then more and more monks began to kneel down and chant, hoping that the Buddha would forgive their mistakes.

Only the old monk with long eyebrows remained silent, thinking that it was God's will...

Lan Xi, who had not yet completely left, saw this funny scene on the mountain.

Large groups of monks knelt down to repent in front of the Buddha's head. Many monks shed tears and even vomited...

Lan Xi's face finally changed, and his eyebrows slightly raised -

"Are you sad for the Buddha, or are you sad for the lost power?"