Fang Zhixing walked down the bustling streets, his face as still as water, his thoughts churning.
"Who is the Pollution Source itself?"
"Who has contaminated me?"
"If Wang Jiayun or the little ax is the Pollution Source itself, where are they now?"
Fang Zhixing stopped in his tracks, standing on the mist-shrouded street under the cover of night, Yulan County City filled with doubt.
The key point was, whether it was the blindfolded woman or the Breaking Precepts Evil Monk, damn it, all of them were enigma incarnate.
Moreover, they might just be making things unnecessarily mysterious.
It really made one unable to be one hundred percent certain whether they truly knew the truth or not.
Fang Zhixing had only one life, and he wouldn’t gamble his life on a guess.
The risk was too great to take!
Right now, the only thing he could be sure of was that the so-called "pollution breath" was somewhat similar to the virus in Resident Evil, or it could be compared to some kind of radiation.
Because Fang Zhixing had witnessed with his own eyes how those few sheep mutated and evolved into Mutant Beasts.
The Restricted Area was teeming with Mutant Beasts.
Without a doubt, there was some kind of radiation or virus within the Restricted Area, or an unimaginable energy that could promote the rapid evolution of living things.
And Fang Zhixing, unintentionally, had made himself temporarily immune to the attack of the virus or radiation.
Simply put, it was the survival of the fittest!
He, Fang Zhixing, was adapted to the environment of the Yulan Forbidden Zone.
"Hmm, the blindfolded woman and the Breaking Precepts Evil Monk both dare not enter the city, which suggests the presence of something in the city they are wary of..."
Upon thinking it over, Fang Zhixing suddenly felt a jolt.
"Alright, alright, alright, if you like speaking in riddles, then I shall dig three feet into the ground and turn this place upside down. I refuse to believe I can’t find the perpetrator."
Fang Zhixing quickly came up with a plan in his mind and started thrashing his four blood-colored tentacles, sweeping them toward both sides of the street.
Rows of buildings, unable to withstand a single blow, collapsed like paper as the blood-colored tentacles, entwining tens of thousands of pounds of force, swept through them with a mere flick.
"Lord, spare my life, please!"
Hong Li knelt on the ground, her face full of horror.
Both of her arms had been chopped off at the roots, blood gushing like a fountain.
She had just rescued Luo Junqi and Sui Yanqing, never expecting that Luo Lifu would turn his face on them immediately after.
At that moment, Luo Lifu’s face was expressionless, showing a look of disgust, and he sneered, "You lowly maid, to be tainted and still be unaware."
A strand of spider silk flew across, grazing Hong Li’s neck.
Blood sprayed out from her snowy white neck.
Hong Li’s face was filled with unwillingness and despair; she couldn’t understand why she had to die until the very end.
"Why do you want to kill us?"
Hong Mei and Hong Lu, shivering with fear, screamed, "As the honored prefect of a county, why do you go back on your word?"
Luo Lifu wore a look of disgust, too lazy to explain, and waved his hand to release a strand of spider silk.
Hong Mei and Hong Lu, with their low strength, couldn’t escape and were instantly cut in half at the waist, dying on the spot.
In an instant, all three women met their untimely demise.
"Father, what on earth is going on?"
Luo Junqi, completely dumbfounded, was utterly confused.
Luo Lifu looked at his son, his face filled with sorrow, sighing deeply.
For his own son, naturally, he couldn’t let him die without knowing why.
He gestured with his eyes and walked towards the woods.
Luo Junqi hurriedly followed, but as soon as he got close to Luo Lifu, he was avoided as if Luo Lifu couldn’t get away fast enough.
Luo Junqi’s heart started to panic.
Once they were a distance away, Luo Lifu turned back to look at Ye Zixuan to make sure she wasn’t peeking, then he began to speak, "Son, you’ve gotten into big trouble, and this time, your father is helpless and can’t save you!"
Luo Junqi was shocked, puzzled, he said, "Father, haven’t I been rescued?"
Luo Lifu replied with a bitter smile, "Wouldn’t it be better to let you die in there?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Junqi’s face turned ugly, nearly choking, he said, "I am a descendant of the Luo Family, who dares harm me?"
Anger and fear filled his heart; during the time he was kidnapped, he had suffered untold hardships. Just rescued, he was told the bad news. How could anyone bear this?
His agitation was grave, as suddenly a horn erupted from the left side of his forehead, growing rapidly until it reached about the length of a finger.
His eyes also turned pure black, emitting a ghostly light in the dark, exceedingly terrifying.
"Father, explain this to me properly!"
Luo Junqi, breathing heavily, his face fierce.
Luo Lifu felt a chill in his heart, said softly, "To blame, blame that heretic, blame ’Heavenly People’..."
All of a sudden, a net of spider silk landed squarely over Luo Junqi.
This scion of the Luo Family instantly fell apart, reduced to a heap of flesh on the ground.
Luo Lifu’s tears fell, his face full of resentment, he ground his teeth and said, "My child, your father will avenge you."
By this time, Sui Yanqing had also been executed, his body thrown into the bonfire.
From the moment they encountered Fang Zhixing, a tragedy was destined to occur.
Fang Zhixing wrecked the insides of the city without restraint.
Wherever he went, his four blood-colored tentacles swept through all directions.
Suddenly, a white noise came through.
Fang Zhixing abruptly stopped in his tracks, listening intently.
The white noise was nearby, elusive and uncertain.
Fang Zhixing looked carefully around and suddenly realized he was familiar with this place.
His gaze landed on a pavilion.
If his memory served him right, it was in this pavilion where he had completed his upgrade.
The white noise was clearly drifting out from the attic.
Fang Zhixing’s figure flickered as he entered the attic.
Soon, at the dusty entrance to the staircase, he saw a pair of footprints.
There was no mistake, those were his own footprints.
"I have been to this attic before, and there was no white noise at that time..."
Fang Zhixing carefully retracted his four blood-colored tentacles and silently entered the attic.
Suddenly, there were footsteps coming from the second floor.
Fang Zhixing listened carefully, and the more he listened, the more it sounded like footsteps, very heavy and cold, as if someone were walking with a pair of iron shoes.
"There’s someone upstairs..."
Fang Zhixing flipped over and hung outside the window.
Just at that moment, a sliver of light shone through the gap in the window.
Fang Zhixing squinted and saw a glowing figure walking around in the room.
And that room was the very place where Fang Zhixing had stayed during his upgrade!
The figure had a glowing head, and the light shone on its body as well.
At this sight, Fang Zhixing’s pupils couldn’t help but constrict fiercely.
The figure in the room was a Mechanical Man, made entirely of metal, looking more and more like a Transformer.
"I never thought I’d see a mech again."
Fang Zhixing’s body trembled; he had seen three mechs in the Wind Thunder Restricted Zone and had even fought with them.
This mech in front of him was only two and a half meters tall and looked even closer to a human form.
At first glance, the mech was silver-white, with a very new appearance.
But it didn’t take long for dark red rust spots to appear on the surface of the mech.
Soon after, the rust spots grew at a rate visible to the naked eye, spreading all over the body.
With every step the mech took, iron filings fell from its body with a clattering noise.
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing hesitated no longer, burst through the window, and jumped into the room.
The mech immediately turned around, emitting a series of sizzling noises.