World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 360 - 198: Gui Xingfu vomits blood!_2

Chapter 360: 198: Gui Xingfu vomits blood!_2

Glass mirrors, on the other hand, were different. Once manufactured, whether compared with crystal mirrors or bronze mirrors, their clarity and brightness would completely and utterly surpass the rest.

Only with comparison comes shock. And with shock, one can sell at sky-high prices.

Suo Lun was certain that once glass mercury mirrors were introduced, they would become an essential item for the nobility, and no matter how high the price, they would purchase them.

Therefore, once Suo Lun’s Magic Shadow Project was successful, how much Gold Coin could he earn? It was beyond imagination, but what was certain was that it would exceed Chaos Stone Island’s salt industry.

Because it could potentially be a profit of thousands, even tens of thousands, times greater.

Moreover, salt making could be easily copied, but glass mercury mirrors were much harder to replicate.

At this moment, Suo Lun really had to thank the Dragon Emperor from three thousand years ago, who established the civilization of this world, with an emphasis on literature, philosophy, arts, and basic mathematics.

As for the engineering and technical sciences, it was unknown whether he was ignorant of them or deliberately avoided them, but they were almost untouched.

Originally, Suo Lun’s Magic Shadow Project lacked a true leader, but now the genius magician Yaomeng before him was the perfect candidate.

Because she was desperate and had a life-and-death feud with Ashi Luo.

Of course, at this time, Suo Lun didn’t reveal the slightest hint of his intentions.

"So, is this quicksilver easy to come by?" Suo Lun asked.

"Very easy," Yaomeng replied. "However, it’s not widely used at the moment, primarily in the crafting of certain special medicinal pills, poisons, and it’s mainly just a supplemental ingredient."

Suo Lun nodded, then fell silent.

The four of them rushed back to Tianshui City at top speed.

...

Meanwhile, within the residence of the City Lord of Linhai City, another storm was breaking out.

"What did you say? Didn’t you claim that Suo Lun, that little bastard, was certain to die this time?" Turin Si shouted angrily. "How is it that he is unscathed? And our son has been captured by him once again?"

A few days ago, when Duke Zhi Wei’s grand army of a hundred thousand approached Tianshui City, everyone thought Suo Lun was utterly doomed, including Gui Xingfu, the City Lord of Linhai.

However, to their surprise, just one day later, a new pigeon-delivered message arrived.

The King regained consciousness, and Suo Lun, along with Gao Yin, wielding the Dragon Temple Staff, returned to Tianshui City and forced Duke Zhi Wei to retreat.

Suo Lun had turned the tables once again.

Instantly, Gui Xingfu couldn’t believe his own eyes; he was nearly driven mad.

A situation that should have been certain death, yet Suo Lun had once again reversed it.

Is he even human?

All at once, Gui Xingfu felt a surge in his chest, as if he were about to cough up blood.

If there was one person in this world who wished for Suo Lun’s death the most, it was undoubtedly Gui Xingfu.

Yet, he watched as Suo Lun repeatedly fell into dire straits and then fought back from the brink, creating miracles.

After shock, what surged within him was profound fear.

Linhai City bordered Tianshui City, with only Nu River in between.

And Suo Lun harbored a deep-seated hatred for him, Gui Xingfu.

Suddenly, Gui Xingfu began to regret why he had taken it upon himself to oppose Suo Lun, turning Suo Lun against him for life.

However, he soon realized it was pointless to regret it now; he was destined to be locked in a death struggle with this mad dog.

And just yesterday, a letter penned by Suo Lun had been delivered to the residence of the City Lord of Linhai; Gui Xingfu almost exploded with rage upon reading it.

"Dear Father-in-law, your son Gui Qinqu is in my hands, and so are three thousand captives of Linhai Army. Do you wish to ransom them back? Just thirty thousand Gold Coins. Only thirty thousand Gold Coins."

Upon seeing this number, Gui Xingfu felt like spitting blood.

Three thousand captives, at most, could be worth four or five thousand Gold Coins. Thirty thousand Gold Coins could easily train an army of ten thousand; Suo Lun’s demand was outright extortion.

But Suo Lun clearly stated in the letter that the ransom for Gui Qinqu alone was thirty thousand Gold Coins, and the ransom for both Gui Qinqu and the three thousand captives was also thirty thousand Gold Coins.

At this moment, Gui Xingfu really harbored resentment against Zhi Ning; Gui Qinqu had obviously been released, yet during the second negotiation, in order to test the authenticity of Suo Lun’s words, she had sent Gui Qinqu back again.

"This woman has truly been made a fool of by Suo Lun. She’s normally brilliant, but becomes hopelessly foolish when it comes to Suo Lun." These thoughts, Gui Xingfu could only keep to himself.

And he should not be one to throw stones.

His beloved daughter had also been made a fool of by Suo Lun, to the point of having to go to the Dragon Temple to erase her memories.

Facing Suo Lun’s extortion, Gui Xingfu decided to disregard it, waiting to see how things would unfold.

However, another day passed, and Suo Lun sent another letter, along with a gift.

The gift was a layer of skin, specifically the foreskin from a man.

In Suo Lun’s letter, it read: "Dear Father-in-law, it appears that my second brother’s foreskin was overly long, which is not good for his health. For the sake of his physical and mental well-being, I took the liberty of arranging for surgery to be performed. No thanks needed!"

Upon reading this letter, Gui Xingfu could no longer contain himself. Gritting his teeth until they bled, he howled, "Suo Lun, I will tear you to pieces, tear you to pieces!"

...

Inside the underground prison of Tianshui City Lord’s mansion.

Turing Duo was writhing in agony on the ground, as the excruciating torture came again, occurring twice a day.

The itch that seemed to ooze out of the bone marrow, the hellish itch, would strike every six hours.

She, Turing Duo, was not afraid of death, nor of pain.

But this itch was intolerable; it felt as if countless ants were gnawing inside her bones and marrow.

This itch, not even tearing the flesh apart would alleviate it; it was deep to the bone.

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