Chapter 4, The Ugly King

I had no idea which side that person was referring to; I simply took a couple of steps and tried the room card in my hand. I was fortunate, as the door opened with a click immediately. After turning the doorknob, I numbly inserted the room card into the power socket, then walked into the room and sat dazedly on a chair, remaining motionless for a long time.

Get the hell away from me

How can one find the Ugly King

This fabric, resembling gold, emitted a hissing sound, akin to a child sipping a drink through a straw, and soon it became impeccably clean

The faces of my parents, which were usually very familiar, suddenly became incredibly grim, evoking in me an overwhelming anger. This anger forcefully resisted the temptation to succumb to sleep and countered that malevolent consciousness.

I have a vague feeling that once I truly "fall asleep," I may never wake up again, so I desperately seek a way to resist. Perhaps it is a stroke of inspiration, as my last shred of consciousness is about to sink, I suddenly recall the images that person showed me.

I shouted, "Tell me, how can I resurrect the dead"

With a forceful tug on the *illustrated* book, I nearly tore away a large patch of flesh and blood from my head as well

My consciousness surged into the golden burial shroud and occupied the position that originally belonged to "it"

I have never fainted even once in my entire life, but in a single day, I was knocked out once by someone and then again by this peculiar piece of fabric. This seems to signify that my future life will be entirely different from the past.

By the time I realized it, it was already too late; this "golden shroud" had actually sprouted countless flesh buds, burrowing into my wounds, and in an instant, my face turned pale.

This resistance was of little use; my consciousness quickly began to blur, and I felt an overwhelming desire for sleep

This spiritual struggle seemed to have lasted for an unknown duration, when suddenly I felt a lightening of pressure. That extremely malevolent will let out a mournful howl of unwillingness, and thus shattered like a bubble

The dark world possesses the power to resurrect the dead! However... whether it is killing Loki or resurrecting the dead, both are far beyond your reach. I am merely informing you of this possibility. I have never possessed such power, and naturally, I cannot tell you how to resurrect the dead. However, if you are able to enter the dark world, you can seek out a person known as the Ugly King; he is the only one I know who possesses the power to resurrect the dead. The Ugly King has a terrible temper, and killing is as easy for him as breathing. It would be best for you to have a certain level of strength before seeking him out, otherwise, he may kill you first, leaving you with no hope at all.

Both anger and fear can maximize a person's potential, including mental strength

I seemed to rise like a zombie, pushing open the door and stepping into the corridor

I instinctively applied this thing to my head, but soon realized that this action was quite foolish

This technique utilizes extreme emotions to enhance willpower, and I happen to be very angry at the moment, while also feeling extremely fearful

This spiritual warfare serves as the finest whetstone; being entirely ignorant in this field, I gradually acquired some rudimentary skills in mental confrontation through this clash of life and death

"Great chicken | Ba Mao! If you want to eat my flesh, mhetushu.com, want to drink my blood, then you damn well should think about your own fate." I shouted fiercely, but a chilling sensation immediately seized my soul, as if some indescribable ghostly entity was trying to invade my mind. I didn't know how to deal with "it," so I could only scream desperately, trying to make myself seem more "ferocious." But the chilling sensation immediately seized my soul again, as if some indescribable ghostly entity was trying to invade my mind. I didn't know how to deal with "it," so I could only scream desperately, trying to make myself seem more "ferocious."

The extreme mental exhaustion caused me to faint immediately after realizing that I had won

The night outside gradually deepened, and I suddenly felt something sticky on my head, prompting me to reach up and wipe it away

In addition to hatred, there is also a great deal of confusion within my heart

He shrugged and said, "I don't know, the whereabouts of the Ugly King have always been very mysterious. You must rely on your own strength to find him." Seeing that I had calmed down and was no longer so impulsive, the person waved his hand and tossed over a room card, gently smiling as he said, "I have booked two rooms; you can go to the one next door and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, everything will be slightly better, including the person you despise."

When I woke up, I was no longer in the hotel at m.hetushu.com, but in a car

I had almost forgotten the golden shroud in my hands, but this touch reopened the wound on my head, which I did not know when I had sustained, staining it with fresh blood

This thing is extraordinarily sinister, actually wanting to drink my blood and eat my flesh. I struggled to pin it to the ground, momentarily unsure of how to deal with it. Just then, a lighter prepared for guests caught my eye, and I quickly grabbed it. When I ignited the lighter and held this "golden shroud" over the flame, an extremely furious voice echoed in my mind

This struggle is elusive and intangible, yet it is sharply opposed. The anger stemming from my parents' death and the fear of the unknown intertwine, strengthening my will increasingly and unleashing an unparalleled potential. The voice from the golden shroud grows more and more furious, constantly cursing me, yet it seems powerless against me.

He suddenly smiled and said: "In fact, choosing to resurrect your parents would be easier than killing Loki. However, to resurrect someone, you still need to enter the dark world ... www.hetushu.com.com ... "

What! I trembled all over, revealing an expression of disbelief. "Can the dark world really resurrect the dead?" he chuckled and said, "It can!"

This person has said many things that are beyond comprehension. The reason I did not question his words is that I am forcing myself to believe all of this. I need a target for revenge to be able to endure.

Although I do not like this golden-like fabric, and I dislike the unpleasant name "golden burial shroud" even more, this item represents the hope of seeking revenge for Loki, so do not let it get dirty. I hurriedly stood up, intending to go to the bathroom to clean it, but then I found it hard to believe my eyes. I saw that the blood stained on this golden burial shroud was actually being absorbed into it

Wretched creature, you dare to destroy my great will! I shall punish you...

Until now, I still find it hard to believe that I have transformed from an ordinary child with a family, albeit not very wealthy, living a rather mundane life, into an orphan! Moreover, I have become entangled with the dark world of his mother.

Oh no

I picked up this "golden burial shroud" and stood up in a moment of confusion