# 799
Chapter 800: We Are Good People
Fang Mo's arm holding the short blade in reverse grip trembled slightly. Just as he was about to charge toward Blue Fatty again, he seemed to notice something and turned to look at a certain patch of forest to his side.
"He spotted us?" Jiang Er's voice came through the Bluetooth earpiece, full of surprise. "That shouldn't be possible. He's at best in the 'Pool' realm—how could he detect our presence?"
"It's his sense of smell." An Qingyu analyzed Fang Mo while speaking. "His olfactory senses are incredibly sharp, far beyond human capability... No, it would be more accurate to say he himself is no longer human..."
While the two whispered to each other, Fang Mo stared at that patch of forest. For some inexplicable reason, he felt a strange fear...
This fear appeared out of nowhere. His sense of smell had already told him there was a person and a corpse hidden in that forest. He had encountered powerful humans before, but in this instant, his instincts told him that person... must not be provoked.
After a moment, as if having made some decision, he averted his gaze from those two figures and charged toward Blue Fatty once more.
Just as his figure brushed past Li Zhenzhen, he murmured softly:
"Thank you. I need to leave first. Perhaps we'll meet again soon..."
This sentence mixed into the wind, sounding somewhat indistinct. Li Zhenzhen froze, and before she could react, Fang Mo had nimbly dashed beneath Blue Fatty and slashed his short blade toward the latter's legs.
Blue Fatty howled and swung his mace upward, sending Fang Mo and his blade flying into the air.
Fang Mo's figure twisted in mid-air, transforming into a white cat with heterochromatic eyes. He floated lightly several hundred meters away, landing in the distant forest before vanishing without a trace.
"He ran?" An Qingyu hadn't expected this mysterious youth to run so decisively, like a mouse seeing a cat...
Was he really that terrifying?
An Qingyu sighed. After all, his target was only Li Zhenzhen. He carried the black coffin on his back and vanished with a single step.
Seeing Fang Mo leave inexplicably, Li Zhenzhen stood stunned for quite some time before accepting the reality. Frustration appeared in her eyes!
You told me to run but I didn't, even stayed behind to help you, and now you actually left me behind?!
What a scumbag!
Blue Fatty gripped his dao blade, his two side heads glaring at Li Zhenzhen simultaneously. After Fang Mo left, the head in the center, which had been clouded by infatuation, also came to its senses. Its eyes filled with crimson, it howled in anger and charged toward her furiously.
Li Zhenzhen gripped her golden bow, frowning as she gazed at the berserk Blue Fatty, her expression grave.
Before she could loose the arrow in her hand, the surrounding temperature plummeted. A wisp of frost swept across the air and collided with the running Blue Fatty, instantly freezing him into an ice sculpture!
Li Zhenzhen froze in place.
A man carrying a black coffin on his back walked leisurely out from the forest. His lenses reflected the pale moonlight. He casually pointed at the ice sculpture, and the latter's body shattered inch by inch, leaving only three heads individually encased in ice, rolling to a stop beneath the man.
An invisible thread strung the three ice-sealed heads together, floating automatically onto the black coffin like ornaments, swaying in the wind along the dim forest path.
One-hit kill!
Under the moonlight, the man carrying the black coffin with three frozen, ferocious heads suspended from it turned his head calmly to look at her...
Seeing this scene, Li Zhenzhen instinctively retreated several steps, the arrow tip immediately aimed at An Qingyu. Her eyes were filled with vigilance as she looked at him!
This man... he doesn't look like a good person at all!
At this moment, Li Zhenzhen suddenly felt that compared to this eerie man, the just-now ferocious and ugly Blue Fatty had become unexpectedly honest and cute...
"Sister, don't be afraid. We're good people~"
From behind Li Zhenzhen, a graceful figure in a white dress drifted out silently. The voice, transmitted through the Bluetooth speaker at An Qingyu's waist, echoed somewhat distortedly through the silent path...
Li Zhenzhen shuddered!
She turned her stiff head to look at the ghost floating behind her, her mouth opening in shock...
...
"What? They found Zhenzhen?"
At the 006 squad's station, Zhang Zhengting heard this phone call, and joy immediately appeared on his face. "How is she? Is she okay?"
"..."
"Hm? She fainted from shock?" Zhang Zhengting was stunned.
"..."
"Oh... so that's how it is. It's fine, as long as she's safe."
After a moment, Zhang Zhengting hung up the phone with a strange expression.
"How's Zhenzhen?" a 006 squad member asked.
"She's fine. The [Nightfall] squad found her. It's just that... she was a bit shocked and fainted. They'll send her back soon."
"Shocked?" That member was taken aback. "Zhenzhen has always been brave. How could she get shocked?"
"I'm not entirely sure either. Anyway, the important thing is she's safe." Zhang Zhengting turned and walked toward the kitchen. "I'll go prepare food first. When the [Nightfall] squad comes over later, we need to thank them properly."
"Sure."
...
Asylum of the Gods.
"Director, what are you doing here?"
"Shhh!!"
Beside the large tree in the courtyard, Lin Qiye raised his hand, making a silencing gesture toward the confused little raccoon nearby.
The little raccoon immediately covered its mouth with its paws, its black gem-like eyes blinking as it lowered its voice and asked, "Director... why are you hiding here?"
Dressed in a white coat, Lin Qiye gave no answer. He simply peeked out from behind the tree and glanced toward the second floor of the ward across from him.
On the balcony railing of the second-floor corridor, an ancient ape robed in a kasaya sat casually on the railing, cradling a jar of fruit wine and chugging it frantically.
Thin streams of fruit wine slipped from the corners of his mouth, trickling down his disheveled fur and dripping onto the kasaya. After a long while, he abruptly lifted his head, set aside the now-empty jar, wiped his mouth with his hand, and let out a long, satisfied burp.
The little raccoon glanced in Sun Wukong's direction, pondered for a long time, then suddenly realized: "Director, you want to drink too? There's some leftover from last night that I sneaked. Should I get it for you now?"
"Drink what wine?" Lin Qiye helplessly knocked on its head. "Go cook your food. Stay out of adult affairs from now on."
"Oh..."
The little raccoon rubbed its head and obediently made its way toward the kitchen.
Lin Qiye turned back, gazing at the second-floor corridor again. After drinking, Sun Wukong didn't immediately return to his ward. Instead, he sat alone on the railing, staring into the distance. The kasaya, soaked with wine, wrapped around his body, emitting a faint halo under the dim sunlight.
"Sun Wukong Treatment Progress: 23%"