# 330
**Chapter 330: I Want Them Back**
“The Spirit Medium Squad?!” Fourth Seat’s face changed drastically at the sight, “Why are they here?!”
“Most likely they followed Lord Yiyu here,” Second Seat said warily, the space around him subtly distorting, ready to flee at any moment.
Kill Wu Tongxuan?
Don’t joke—if even Lord Yiyu could only run from the Spirit Medium Squad, how long could two Believers last in their hands? A minute?
Even though they were all at the Klein realm, the gap between them was like heaven and earth. The Spirit Medium Squad specialized in hunting ultra-high-risk malignant superhumans—death incarnate. Who would dare confront them head-on?
Atop the silver pillar, a black-cloaked figure slowly raised his right hand toward Second Seat and Fourth Seat.
“Go!!”
Second Seat’s hair stood on end. The space around him split instantly. He grabbed Fourth Seat and leapt backward, twisting through space and vanishing in the blink of an eye.
The black-cloaked figure paused, slowly lowered his arm, and spoke hoarsely:
“Believers Second Seat and Fourth Seat—target lost. Hunt failed.”
The interwoven net of lightning vanished in an instant. The seven black figures leapt down from the silver pillar and landed before the imprisoned Wu “Old Dog.”
The one in the center stepped forward and stopped in front of Wu “Old Dog.”
“You’re here…” Wu “Old Dog” gave a bitter smile.
The black-cloaked figure reached up and pulled back his hood, revealing an unusually young face. A trace of gentleness flickered in his cold eyes.
No one would have guessed that the rumored, extremely mysterious captain of the Spirit Medium Squad was such a young man.
He was Bu Li—the strongest under the Human Apex of Great Xia.
He looked Wu “Old Dog” up and down, then smiled faintly.
“Looking a bit rough there… Wu Little Dog.”
“They ganged up on me. What could I do? You weren’t around,” Wu “Old Dog” sighed helplessly.
One of the black-cloaked figures behind Bu Li drew the straight blade at his waist halfway. A sharp flash of blade light sliced through Wu “Old Dog,” shredding the metal restraints into scrap!
The metal cage clattered to the ground. Freed at last, Wu “Old Dog” stretched and glanced at the one who’d drawn the blade, grinning and waving.
“Zhang Little Flower, your blade’s still as fast as ever.”
The black-cloaked figure stood like a statue, head lowered, silent.
Bu Li chuckled. “He says: ‘Of course my blade’s fast—need you tell me?’ Look at you, fat as a pig after all these years. Might as well change your name to Wu Little Pig.”
“Give you a compliment and you get cocky?” Wu “Old Dog” rolled his eyes, then laughed.
Bu Li laughed too.
Then, gradually, both fell silent.
A breeze stirred across the six black figures standing like lifeless stones.
Wu “Old Dog”’s lips trembled. He lowered his head, clenched his fists, pain etched across his blood-streaked face.
Bu Li sighed and patted his shoulder. “At your age, still acting like a kid? They’re watching. They just can’t speak. Keep this up and you’ll embarrass your vice-captain.”
“Face? Screw face!” Wu “Old Dog” raised his head, eyes bloodshot, pointing at the six figures behind him, roaring:
“I don’t want face, Captain! I can give up everything! I just want… them back!!”
Tears poured from his eyes. His body shook as he slowly crouched, messy hair framing eyes filled with grief.
Bu Li fell silent.
After a long while, he spoke softly. “They’ve always been here. You just aren’t me—you can’t feel them yet. When you become one of us, you’ll understand…”
“Church of the Ancient Gods’ Yiyu detected—hunt commencing…”
Suddenly, one of the black-cloaked figures spoke hoarsely.
Bu Li gazed into the distance, then crouched beside Wu “Old Dog” and whispered:
“Wu Little Dog, we have to go. Stay here quietly, understand?”
“Captain…” Wu “Old Dog” looked up, eyes pleading. “Can I make a request?”
“No.” Bu Li shook his head firmly.
Wu “Old Dog” choked.
“I know what you want,” Bu Li said sternly. “You can’t come with us. Your mission is to stay in this asylum.”
“But…”
“We agreed back then, didn’t we?” Bu Li met his eyes. “We can’t both be in danger at the same time.”
Wu “Old Dog” opened his mouth, but no words came.
Bu Li stood, pulling his hood back up. The seven figures flickered back atop their silver pillars, arcs of lightning dancing between them.
“Vice-Captain of the Spirit Medium Squad—Wu Little Dog!” Bu Li barked.
Wu “Old Dog” snapped to attention. “Here!”
“Stay in the Purification Chamber until… that day comes.”
Blinding lightning flared. The seven silver pillars shot skyward and vanished.
Wu “Old Dog” stood alone on the scarred earth, mustering all his strength to shout:
“Yes, sir!!”
High above, Bu Li glanced down at the fading figure, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“One day, you’ll walk out of the Purification Chamber with your head held high… and you’ll be the new captain of the Spirit Medium Squad.
I believe you’ll be even stronger than me.”
…
Outside the Purification Chamber.
Shen Qingzhu sat alone on a reef, watching the blazing asylum in the distance, lost in thought.
Suddenly, a burst of dazzling illusion bloomed beside him. Shen Qingzhu’s eyes sharpened as he sprang up. The next moment, Yiyu stepped out of the light.
“Lord Yiyu!” Shen Qingzhu bowed.
“Mm.” Yiyu nodded, gaze on the burning Purification Chamber, expression heavy. “The Spirit Medium Squad is here. The assassination of Wu Tongxuan has failed. Cut losses.
Tell Second, Fourth, and Fifth Seat to retreat immediately.”
With that, Yiyu melted back into the illusion and sped away. A streak of lightning flashed across the sky in pursuit.
Behind his mask, Shen Qingzhu’s lips curved.
“Understood…”