Chapter 800
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Chapter 800: We Are Good People
Fang Mo’s arm, which was gripping the short knife, trembled slightly. Just as he was about to charge at the blue fat man again, he suddenly seemed to notice something and turned to look at a patch of jungle beside him.
“Did he discover us?” Jiang Er’s surprised voice came through the Bluetooth headset. “That shouldn’t be possible. At most, he’s just at the ‘Pool’ level; how could he sense our presence?”
“It’s his sense of smell,” An Qingyu analyzed while observing Fang Mo. “His sense of smell is very acute, already beyond human capability… No, it should be said that he is no longer human himself…”
While the two were whispering, Fang Mo stared at the jungle, feeling an inexplicable fear creeping in…
This fear was puzzling; his sense of smell had already informed him that there was a person and a corpse in that jungle. He had encountered powerful humans before, but in that moment, his instincts told him that this human… must not be provoked.
After a moment, it seemed he had made a decision, shifting his gaze away from the two and charging once more at the blue fat man.
As he dashed past Li Zhenzhen, he whispered softly, “Thank you, I have to go now. Maybe we’ll meet again soon…”
The words mingled with the wind, sounding somewhat unclear. Li Zhenzhen was taken aback, and before she could react, Fang Mo had nimbly dashed under the blue fat man, his short knife swiftly slashing towards the opponent’s legs.
The blue fat man roared and swung his wolf fang club upward, sending Fang Mo, along with his knife, flying into the air.
Fang Mo’s figure wavered in mid-air, transforming into a white cat with different-colored eyes, floating hundreds of meters away before disappearing into the distant jungle.
“He ran away?” An Qingyu didn’t expect the boy to flee so decisively, like a mouse seeing a cat…
Am I really that terrifying?
An Qingyu sighed, ultimately deciding not to pursue the mysterious boy; after all, his target was only Li Zhenzhen.
He carried the black coffin and stepped forward, vanishing from sight.
Seeing Fang Mo leave inexplicably, Li Zhenzhen stood frozen for a moment before accepting this reality, anger flashing in her eyes!
You made me stay when I could have run, and now you just leave me behind?!
What a scumbag!
The blue fat man, wielding a wooden knife, glared at Li Zhenzhen with both of his heads. After Fang Mo left, the head that had been clouded by affection regained its senses, its eyes turning crimson as it roared in anger and charged at her.
Li Zhenzhen gripped her golden bow and arrow, frowning at the rampaging blue fat man, her expression extremely serious.
Before she could shoot her feathered arrow, the temperature around her suddenly dropped. A chill swept through the air, crashing into the charging blue fat man and instantly freezing him into an ice sculpture!
Li Zhenzhen stood frozen in place.
A man carrying a black coffin walked out from the woods at a leisurely pace, the moonlight reflecting off his glasses. He casually pointed at the ice sculpture, which began to shatter piece by piece, leaving only the three heads separately encased in ice, rolling to the man’s feet.
An invisible thread strung the three frozen heads together, floating automatically onto the black coffin, resembling a string of ornaments swaying in the dimly lit forest path.
Instant kill!
Under the moonlight, the man with the black coffin, hanging three frozen, grotesque heads, calmly turned to look at her…
Li Zhenzhen instinctively took a few steps back, the tip of her arrow immediately aimed at An Qingyu, her eyes filled with wariness!
This man… looks nothing like a good person!
At that moment, Li Zhenzhen suddenly felt that compared to this eerie man, the previously grotesque blue fat man seemed unexpectedly simple and endearing…
“Little sister, don’t be afraid, we are the good guys~”
Behind Li Zhenzhen, a graceful figure in a white dress floated out, her voice distorted as it echoed through the silent path via the Bluetooth speaker at An Qingyu’s waist…
Li Zhenzhen’s body trembled!
She stiffly turned her head to look at the ghost floating behind her, her mouth agape in shock…
…
“What? Zhenzhen has been found?”
In the 006 team’s base, Zhang Zhengtian’s face lit up with joy upon receiving the call. “How is she? Is she okay?”
“…”
“Huh? Scared faint?” Zhang Zhengtian was taken aback.
“…”
“Oh… so that’s how it is. As long as she’s safe, that’s good.”
After a moment, Zhang Zhengtian hung up the phone with a strange expression.
“How’s Zhenzhen?” a member of the 006 team asked.
“She’s fine, the [Nightfall] team found her, just… a bit scared and fainted. They’ll bring her back soon.”
“Scared?” The team member was taken aback. “Zhenzhen has always been very brave; how could she be scared?”
“I don’t know the details, but as long as she’s safe, that’s what matters.” Zhang Zhengtian turned and walked toward the kitchen. “Let’s go cook first; when the [Nightfall] team arrives, we need to thank them properly.”
“Okay.”
…
At the Asylum of the Gods.
“Director, what are you doing here?”
“Shh!!!”
By the large tree in the courtyard, Lin Qiye raised a hand, signaling the puzzled raccoon to be quiet.
The little raccoon immediately covered its mouth with its paw, its black gemstone-like eyes blinking as it lowered its voice and asked, “Director… why are you hiding here?”
Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, didn’t answer. Instead, he quietly peeked out from behind the tree to look at the second floor of the opposite ward.
On the second floor, a monk draped in a robe was casually sitting on the railing, holding a jar of fruit wine and pouring it into his mouth.
Drops of fruit wine slid from his lips, trickling down his messy fur and dripping onto his robe. After a while, he suddenly lifted his head, placing the now empty jar aside, wiping his mouth, and letting out a long belch.
The little raccoon glanced in Sun Wukong’s direction, pondering for a long time before realizing, “Director, do you want to drink too? There’s some left in the kitchen from what I stole last night. Should I go get it for you?”
“Drink what?” Lin Qiye helplessly tapped its head. “Go cook your food; don’t pry into matters outside.”
“Oh…”
The little raccoon rubbed its head and obediently walked toward the kitchen.
Lin Qiye turned back to look at the second floor corridor again. After finishing his drink, Sun Wukong didn’t immediately return to the ward but sat alone on the railing, staring blankly into the distance. The robe soaked in wine wrapped around his body, emitting a faint glow in the dim sunlight.
“Sun Wukong’s treatment progress: 23%.
