"Hello?"
"Dong Chunsheng?"
The call abruptly ended.
Pang Fei clenched his fist and slamd it heavily on the table, his face veins protruding one by one.
A mont of silence.
He exhaled heavily and said to his subordinates around him:
"Order the lockdown of the Tenth District. No one is allowed to enter. Inform the residents within the Tenth District to stay at ho and not go out casually."
Pang Fei quickly issued the order.
Although he didn’t know if anyone was still alive in the Tenth District, sealing off this enigmatic place was the most appropriate action for now.
He stood up.
Put on a large protective suit.
Instructed Tang Xiaoyu, who held the highest rank present, to take over command authority, and then walked into the parking lot, drove out his hovercar, and headed straight toward the Tenth District.
The current situation made it pointless for him to sit at the rear.
Therefore.
He needed to make the journey personally.
"I discovered anomalies in the Tenth District.
This Simulation Realm event is likely related to a criminal nad Caius.
He was imprisoned at the lowest level of Hades Prison, classified as a dangerous S Level criminal, and was the main perpetrator of the Linjiang Shelter Simulation Realm event three years ago.
However.
A portion of his spirituality has now escaped.
The current situation is sothing he created using the special occasion of August 15th.
I am doing my utmost to search for his whereabouts.
Currently, anomalies have appeared in the Tenth District, and I’ve arranged for Priest Tang Xiaoyu from Sinking Iron Church to temporarily maintain order in Linjiang, as there was no other choice.
I am going to the Tenth District to investigate personally.
If there are no updates from within an hour, you should contact others via satellite phone."
Pang Fei drove with both hands.
Dialed the number of Yuwen Ba, who was conducting a rescue operation outside the city, and after a lengthy conversation, tossed the phone onto the passenger seat as the car slowly stopped at the entrance of the Tenth District.
The main road was large and long.
Even within the North District, it was one of the twelve main districts, typically bustling but now devoid of a single soul.
Desolate, silent.
And a sense of inexplicable fear creeping from the depths.
Shush shush...
Footsteps on the ground.
Pang Fei brought no other companions, as having too many people wasn’t always beneficial. All entrances and exits to the district were already blocked by Ard Departnt soldiers.
Pang Fei checked before coming, and there were no issues.
He raised his head.
The Black Moon hung high in the sky, emitting a hazy glow.
Clatter...
A layer of dark golden Armor covered him completely, with perfect linear chanics and exquisite carvings, exuding a powerful sense of strength.
Celestial Trace Armant.
Ranked seventy-fifth among the Forbidden Armant, Strength Type, the battle armor that made Bai Henshui famous.
Pang Fei’s face was stern as he touched the pattern on the Armor: "If I die here, you will seek out your true master. Bai Henshui handed you to back then, and I am rely a temporary custodian; in the end, you must return to your rightful owner."
The Armor showed no change.
Pang Fei did not linger, taking bold steps into the Tenth District.
Viewed from outside, the district felt desolate. But from the inside, it exuded a sinister, eerie vibe, making one feel extrely uncomfortable.
After walking a dozen ters, the previous entrance was completely out of sight, and even returning the way he ca was impossible.
"Unaware, the position has shifted."
Pang Fei’s eyes shifted as he continued forward, with the scenery around him transforming.
The street suddenly beca lively and bustling.
Footsteps, conversations, shouts, honking sounds, all resounded around him, lingering at his ears, refusing to dissipate.
This was no longer the Tenth District.
Pang Fei looked around.
Found the surrounding architecture filled with Gothic style, as if arriving at the city of the Imperial Empire.
"Uncle, want to buy flowers?"
A lively voice interrupted his thoughts.
Pang Fei looked down.
A girl about twelve or thirteen years old.
Wearing a small hood, a black dress, flat leather boots.
She held a basket with her left hand, filled with fiery red roses.
"How much?"
Pang Fei asked in a deep voice.
"One finger for one flower." The girl smiled innocently and sweetly.
Imdiately thereafter.
Her face dramatically changed.
Large chunks of flesh fell off, sticking to sinews, twitching like sawdust; in a blink, the bloody face skin fell half to the ground.
Blood-drenched bones, exposed spurting veins.
And the red roses in the girl’s basket had transford into sothing else.
The flower buds were woven from human tongues, and the stems were thin, elongated finger bones.
Pang Fei froze montarily, then punched forward.
Bang!
A fierce noise erupted.
This punch was brimming with Blood Qi and landed on the girl, twisting her entire skull, and the flesh was rapidly eroded by the fierce wind, leaving nothing but a pile of bones clattering to the ground.
"Flowers" drenched in blood scattered all over.
Pang Fei’s face was cold, stepping on the bloody finger bones and moved forward.
There were many people on the street.
But he found these people ignored him, only a few odd beings cast their gaze upon him.
The scene was eerie.
The whole street exhibited an eerie lively atmosphere.
Pang Fei was searching for traces of Dong Chunsheng everywhere.
Found nothing.
"Want so noodles?"
Another voice rang out.
Pang Fei turned his head.
It was a noodle stall in a small alley, run by a bearded middle-aged man, with a pot of boiling bone broth before him constantly rolling, steam swirling, its aroma pervasive.
The stall owner was dressed in a long robe.
Before his stall hung a sign with "面" written in ancient Chinese, clashing with the surrounding style.
This was just the first anomaly.
After observing for a long ti, Pang Fei realized.
The people’s attire here was completely distinct, as if from various eras, various regions...
"No need, thank you."
Pang Fei, not entangled with these apparitions this ti,
no one knew what the stall owner was exactly; his main purpose here was to gather information and search for Dong Chunsheng.
The satellite phone was always turned on, kept in his pocket.
Which ant.
Everything he was experiencing could be heard clearly by Yuwen Ba outside the city. Such experts like Yuwen Ba could glean much information just by listening.
Pang Fei was planning to leave.
But as he turned his head, his steps halted.
He saw on the stall owner’s stove, piles of bloody human heads, including teachers from Linjiang School, martial artists from the Ard Departnt...
These heads weren’t unfamiliar to him.
They were the sa people he sent to assist Dong Chunsheng.
They entered the Tenth District and promptly vanished without a trace.
"So, would you like a bowl of noodles, sir? Fresh toppings, guaranteed to taste great."
The stall owner grabbed a head and casually tossed it into the pot, full of smiles.
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