Chapter 266: Tanking Salted Fish, Cleaning Curse (5k)

Now, he finally understood why.

Because the Scorching Sun had appeared.

The fact that their people still dared to enter Nanwu County and didn’t get killed on the spot already proved the people of Fuyu Mountain were showing great restraint.

The fear that once seeped into his bones made the old man close his eyes, still trembling uncontrollably.

He remembered the radiance as blinding as the Great Sun from the other side, like a deity walking among mortals, powerful enough to drive people to despair.

He recalled that god dressed in a red gown, sweeping along clouds of yellow sand, striding forth as if carrying an entire world.

When that deity’s power just brushed over him, he was granted the curse of immortality, which allowed him to narrowly escape turning into a skeleton—until someone dug him up a hundred years ago.

The Sacred Fire Sect, the entire nation, was eternally buried under yellow sand because of the foolish actions of that generation’s Sect Hierarch and King.

The so-called eternal Sacred Fire was also snuffed out barehanded by that deity.

A psychological shadow too big for his whole body to contain suddenly leapt out and nearly crushed him.

Someone immediately came over and helped the old man down to rest.

They kept on reviewing those videos, trying to restore them to a clearer state.

Unfortunately, that was the end of it; after the dark clouds appeared, nothing could be seen, and the interference was intense.

Several current higher-ups gathered together, discussing this emergency. Even if they couldn’t personally experience that psychological terror, in the end, they still didn’t dare send anyone to Divine Land.

"I have another idea; how about letting someone else try?"

In a small town in Europa, at the gathering place of a non-mainstream sect.

A pampered, soft-skinned young believer, shirtless, was being flogged. He knelt devoutly on the ground, silently enduring everything. After a long while, tears filled his eyes; his face was full of despair.

"Our Lord has abandoned us; we’ll never get a response again."

"The Lord of Pain, in faraway Divine Land, has met the dusk."

The congregation wept bitterly here, despairing beyond measure.

Then, a hooded figure in a robe pushed open the door from outside, leaving a pile of guards laid out behind him.

"Do you want to know what became of your Demon King?"

One day later, a company in the gaming industry under a Europa investment group accepted an investment invitation from a company in Nanwu County sent over half a year ago. Several executives took a plane to Nanwu County.

The small indie game studio’s boss was completely confused. They didn’t even remember ever sending anything to that big Europa company.

But it didn’t matter; if an investor wanted to burn money and let them make independent games, resurrecting their company on the verge of bankruptcy, he couldn’t care less why someone wanted to invest in them.

As long as someone was willing to put in money, even if the other side was blind as a bat, he could stare wide-eyed and praise their clear vision.

The fact that Gauss Weil neither went home nor died was only just starting to set off a chain reaction outside Divine Land.

Whether it was the Church or a slew of other messy factions, they had all started reaching out to the Scorching Sun Department, trying to dig up some information.

The Scorching Sun Department stirred up so much trouble this time, there was no way they could keep it secret from everyone.

Especially with demons roaming the streets everywhere—it was just too easy for satellites to catch them on camera.

Meanwhile, as the star of the whole event, Gauss Weil was sprawled, deadbeat, on the Wenyan Family’s living room sofa, seriously watching a movie—a magic-themed movie—on television.

Because he’d discovered how great phones are, then watched a video that was a film edit with the title: "Snape is actually the one who suffered the most."

That keyword hooked Gauss Weil instantly. Following Wen Yan’s suggestion, he watched the film, but he didn’t quite get it. He still couldn’t grasp what the title meant, which made him a little frustrated.

So he binge watched the whole series without sleep, and now he was watching it for the third time.

Wen Yan came downstairs and looked at Gauss Weil, still sprawled on the sofa, still watching.

He’d even slept the whole night!

"Have you worked out what it means?"

"Not really..." Gauss Weil sounded disappointed. "All I saw was the magic. I have to say, the magic in this world of yours is really fresh. What I know is a bit too old-fashioned."

"Like what?"

Gauss Weil stuck out a finger, pulled out his own finger bone and used it as a magic wand, then thought for a moment and waved it.

"Cleaning—good as new."

A ripple swept through, and all the dust and old parts of the living room looked as if they’d reverted to being brand new.

Wen Yan’s eyes widened.

Did he just learn a spell from watching a movie?

Is Europa really this hardcore, teaching spells in films? Or did this Gauss Weil guy just somehow learn one out of nowhere?

Wen Yan looked at the banister, double-checked it—this wasn’t just cleaned, it was as if it had just been made.

"How did you do that Cleaning Curse?"

"They teach it in the movie. It’s simple. Whoever invented this spell is a genius—letting people who don’t even have the natural ability use a time-based spell like this, that’s just genius."

After sighing in admiration, Gauss Weil gave a long sigh again.

"But I still don’t get Snape’s pain."

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, looking at everything around him.

"Did you learn anything else?"

"I only learned this one. I can’t pick up any of the others."

Gauss Weil raised his wand and pointed it at himself.

"Cruciatus."

Nothing happened. He looked disappointed, unable to experience that kind of pain.

Wen Yan rubbed his forehead—so this is the Demon King’s talent?

"Can you teach me the Cleaning Curse? I’ll find you some books; you can read them—books are more comprehensive."

Gauss Weil tossed the finger-bone wand to Wen Yan.

"I’ve already imbued it with the Cleaning Curse. You can play with it yourself."

Wen Yan held the finger-bone wand, glanced at Gauss Weil’s now fully restored finger, sighed, and gave up on that somewhat wicked idea after all.