Chapter 92: The Talking Head

Who’s there?

Su Changxing instinctively wanted to turn around, but suddenly froze, breaking out in a cold sweat. If he suddenly turned his head, it would be dangerous, wouldn’t it?

"Who would play such a trick."

Su Changxing sidestepped out of the room and found no one in the corridor.

At the same time, a voice came from ahead.

"I’m in the third room in front of you."

Su Changxing’s face darkened as he walked to the third room ahead, glancing inside from the corner of his eye.

A head.

A zombie’s head was placed on the table, its eyes emitting a red glow in the darkness, and the muscles on its face were constantly moving, with a very expressive look.

Standing in the corridor, Su Changxing said, "What are you? A zombie head?"

The head opened its mouth, looking smug: "That’s right, I am just a head now, but not a zombie, rather the great True Knower, an insight into all things, a pioneer of world rules, the greatest Saint."

This was very eerie, a head could actually speak, but Su Changxing also had some guess about this; a zombie’s brain is not completely destroyed, it doesn’t count as dead.

If a zombie with intelligence was decapitated and its head placed here, then everything would make sense.

Su Changxing thought for a moment, raised the gun in his hand, and aimed it at the head, saying: "In that case, goodbye, great True Knower."

What kind of people are these, who open fire at the slightest disagreement?

The head hurriedly shouted anxiously: "Hey, wait, wait, let’s be reasonable, where do you meet someone and just pull a gun on them? Aren’t you looking for something? I can tell you, I can tell you everything."

Su Changxing licked his lips, unable to determine the truth of this thing, and directly asked: "Okay, tell me the truth about this apocalypse."

The head gravely said: "Do you really want to hear it?"

Su Changxing nodded: "Mm, tell me, I’ll let you go and leave immediately."

The head was silent for a moment: "Actually... I don’t know either."

"······"

Su Changxing raised the gun in his hand again, aiming at it: "So you’re just playing me."

The head quickly said: "But, but there’s a reason, I’ve lost my memory. I can infer what you want to know through some medium."

Su Changxing thought for a moment and asked: "What medium?"

The head regained its confident state: "As long as you give me something rich in energy, the great True Knower can tell you anything."

A demon’s deal?

Such a vibe was strong.

In most stories, those who make deals with demons often do not end well, and once you make a deal with a demon, there will definitely be a second time.

Su Changxing took a deep breath and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Learning from others’ mistakes, there’s no need to repeat them.

He’s only here to seek the secret of the apocalypse.

"Click~"

Empty.

It wasn’t that the bullet veered off, it simply never left the gun chamber.

Awkwardly, the pistol jammed at this moment.

Su Changxing lowered his head to inspect the LEMI Semi-Automatic Pistol, according to its description, this pistol was supposed to never wear out.

"Wow, you scared me, taking action so suddenly, can’t we just talk it out? Luckily, your pistol jammed."

The head cried out in fear and then said: "Let’s talk, I can fulfill any request you have."

Su Changxing said nothing, silently pulling the trigger again in front.

"Bang~"

A flash of fire came from the barrel, leaving a bullet hole in the wall ahead.

In the next moment, he aimed at the head and fired another shot.

"Click~"

It jammed again.

Su Changxing’s expression did not change, but a cold sweat trickled down his forehead. This wasn’t a jam, but the pistol couldn’t fire bullets when aimed at this head.

Another existence beyond comprehension.

An entity with mysterious powers.

The head also noticeably paused, then muttered to itself: "I actually have the ability of A Chosen of Fate."

A Chosen of Fate?

This should be a title, but what kind of ability would cause the gun to jam?

Su Changxing asked: "What is A Chosen of Fate?"

The head responded grudgingly: "You just fired two shots at me, why should I tell you? Rude human."

Rude human?

Su Changxing raised the Steel Saber in his hand, walked sideways into the room, and struck the table beside the head with it: "Now what?"

Now it seemed this head wasn’t completely bluffing, it indeed had some substance.

Though it didn’t have a belly.

"This, this."

The head glanced at the cold gleam on the blade, awkwardly grinning: "Haha, actually I was just joking earlier, A Chosen of Fate is a Tier Five position, and this might not even be an ability of A Chosen of Fate, it could be something else."

Tier Eight is already frightening enough, so what level could a Tier Five reach?

And what’s up with this head, why does it possess such abilities?

Su Changxing pondered over the head’s words and said: "You don’t know your own abilities?"

The head replied matter-of-factly: "I only have a head left, my power is completely scattered, with only a tiny bit of Rule Ability remaining."

Su Changxing pointed to the "woman’s" existence and said: "Then tell me, what’s that thing in front of me?"

The head glanced at the wall and said: "It should be some mysterious object produced under certain coincidences, possessing its own rules, and if your Rule doesn’t completely surpass it, you must abide by such rules."

Su Changxing continued to ask: "Do you have any information about the Dreamer?"

The head observed Su Changxing and said: "Upper Rank position, although weak in combat, its strength lies in its powerful Spirit Resistance, and the subsequent connected positions are all good, with a good compatibility... That’s all, I just happen to have related information in my mind."

Su Changxing mused: "So what’s your intention?"

The head responded without hesitation: "With some insignificant costs from you, I can meet your requirements, fair trade, it’s a principle followed by all things in the worlds."

"That’s why I refuse."

Su Changxing extracted the Steel Saber from the table and turned to walk out, not planning to kill the head. This thing was too strange, ignoring it was the best choice.

The head said somewhat anxiously: "Don’t, you’ll regret it. I can predict destiny, or bestow upon you great power, or even a powerful position."

"Bang~"

The room’s door was heavily closed by Su Changxing, muffling the already small voice of the head inside the room.

The head revealed a thoughtful expression: "So rational it’s frightening, completely unlike a young man, quite interesting."

Su Changxing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, feeling that every word the head said was tempting, suspecting he was already influenced by some sort of ability.

The most attractive things in the world are often the things that can easily bring great benefits, like the lottery, gambling, and whatnot.

He should be able to find clues here, no need to take risks dealing with a head that looks dumb.

Sounds faintly came from outside.

"You’re the dumb one, your whole body is dumb."