# 486
Chapter 486 – I’m a Professional
“First Seat…” Cao Yuan frowned. “The First Seat of the Believers… is a dog?”
“That’s not a dog.”
Zhou Ping, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke. “From the description, it should be a Wind-Vein Earth Dragon.”
“Wind-Vein Earth Dragon?”
Hearing the name, Lin Qiye immediately thought of Hongyan in his Asylum of the Gods; if he remembered correctly, Hongyan was a Flame-Vein Earth Dragon.
“Among all ‘mysteries,’ Earth Dragons stand at the very top of the pyramid of life, a species whose racial potential is extremely high. According to their abilities, they’re divided into four types: Wind, Flame, Earth, and Illusion.
Among them, the Wind-Vein Earth Dragon’s ability is called [Soul-Gale]; it can scatter intangible mental power, thereby suppressing Forbidden Ruins…”
“Scatter mental power? That’s broken! It’s basically sealing the enemy’s abilities while still being able to use its own,” Baili Pangpang couldn’t help but say.
“It’s not that unbeatable,” Zhou Ping said calmly. “Wind can blow a pond into ripples, but it can’t lift an entire ocean. As long as the total amount of mental power is vast enough, even if it stirs up some waves, it won’t matter.”
“Vast enough…” Lin Qiye sighed.
That was a Klein-realm Wind-Vein Earth Dragon; even Captain Li Hong of the Infinity realm had been controlled. If they ran into it, what chance did they have?
But since every type of Earth Dragon had its own special ability, why hadn’t Hongyan used hers back on Jinnan Mountain?
“Senior, I once met a Flame-Vein Earth Dragon, but it didn’t seem to have anything special. Compared to a Wind-Vein Earth Dragon, is a Flame-Vein Earth Dragon a lot weaker?” Lin Qiye asked.
Zhou Ping glanced at him. “Had that Flame-Vein Earth Dragon reached Infinity?”
“No.”
“An Earth Dragon’s racial talent only awakens upon reaching Infinity. Without that, it’s just a lizard that breathes fire; same for Wind-Vein Earth Dragons.”
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
So it wasn’t that Hongyan was weak—she just hadn’t reached that stage yet…
“Shhh-shhh… Are you higher-ups sent to investigate?” The old TV in the corner crackled with a girl’s voice again.
Jiang Er, floating in mid-air, swept her gaze over everyone and shook her head slightly.
“Even though you’re strong, you still can’t beat those two… This needs a special squad.”
Lin Qiye and the others looked odd.
“Well… we might really lose to the Wind-Vein Earth Dragon, but I don’t think we need to call in a special squad,” Baili Pangpang said, glancing at Zhou Ping.
With the Sword Saint here, whatever four-type Earth Dragon or Believers, they wouldn’t survive a single slash.
“Anyway, let’s tidy up here first, then report the situation to headquarters,” Lin Qiye said.
Team 008’s captain and all five members had died here; Lin Qiye couldn’t just leave them. Chasing that man-and-dog pair was important, but before that he had to collect his comrades’ bodies—he couldn’t let them lie exposed in the wild.
Baili Pangpang went downstairs to arrange coffins and vehicles; Cao Yuan began documenting the scene and uploading the report to headquarters.
Once the coffins arrived, Lin Qiye and the others lifted the bodies in one by one. Jiang Er hugged her knees in the corner, watching those familiar faces being carried away, her mind dazed.
She’d only been with Team 008 a year, but she’d loved the atmosphere—the detective culture, the relaxed and cheerful vibe.
At first she wasn’t a mystery fan; she’d barely read any detective novels.
It was Captain Li Hong who’d rushed over with a mountain of books, enthusiastically recommending every novel, analyzing the tricks, even drawing up a long reading list and reminding her of the order…
Usually the others excitedly discussed cases, so out of curiosity Jiang Er tried reading too, and gradually became hooked on the intricate logic…
Yet she’d read less than half of the books Li Hong gave her.
She hadn’t had time to truly join the family through deduction.
Team 008 had vanished forever.
Pale-faced, Li Hong was placed into a dark coffin; beneath the cold, stiff body lay a heart that would never beat again.
Jiang Er hugged herself in the corner. She wanted to cry, but couldn’t.
She didn’t even have tear glands.
She could only watch those figures being carried away, endless sorrow and pain churning inside her. The ceiling light, the corner TV, the electronic clock on the wall all hissed with static.
Lin Qiye noticed her strangeness. Hesitating, he was about to comfort her when Jialan shook her head at him.
“We’re both girls; I’ll go.”
Jialan stepped forward, then seemed to remember something: she first picked up the TV from the corner before walking toward the curled-up Jiang Er.
She sat beside Jiang Er with the TV in her arms, gentleness in her eyes, quietly watching the busy people. Snow flickered on the screen; the two girls’ lips moved, whispering.
Then Jiang Er turned, staring at Jialan’s profile, seemingly stunned.
Her eyes were full of shock and surprise.
What they said, no one else would ever know.
Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan carried the last coffin to the corner. Looking at the mangled body half-buried under debris, they didn’t know what to do.
This corpse… was Jiang Er’s.
Collecting someone’s body right in front of them… felt wrong.
“So… what now?” Baili Pangpang whispered to Lin Qiye.
Jiang Er stood before her own body, lips pressed together, clearly conflicted.
“If we move your body… will it affect you?” Lin Qiye asked cautiously, avoiding the word “corpse.”
“Yes,” Jiang Er’s voice came from the TV. “I’m just a magnetic field generated by my brain; I can only move within one kilometer of my body.”
Lin Qiye frowned.
Which meant if they buried the body with the others, she’d be chained to her gravestone for life?
A conscious girl, forever trapped beside her own tomb… too cruel.
“Then how about we move you to our place first?” Lin Qiye asked.
Jiang Er nodded, still hesitant.
Jialan seemed to sense something; she leaned close and whispered:
“Are you worried… about how you look?”
Jiang Er nodded silently.
After all, she was only sixteen or seventeen.
An age meant for blooming youth and beauty.
But…
Her death had been too ugly.
To have her mangled, rotting body lifted out in front of everyone and placed in a coffin… a blow to her pride.
She didn’t dare, and didn’t want, to face herself like that.
Jialan smiled softly. “If that’s the case, I can recommend someone—he’s an expert.”
Jiang Er turned, puzzled.
Half a minute later.
An Qingyu stood before Jiang Er. The quiet boy adjusted his glasses, a shy smile on his face.
“Don’t worry. Jialan’s right—I… am indeed a professional.”