Anyway, things are pretty good as they are now—just go with the flow.
Just do good deeds, don’t worry about the future.
He’d just gotten back to the villa, hadn’t even had two sips of tea, when Zhuge Wanjun finally called.
"He wants to ’persuade’ you to take out what’s in locker number nine."
Wen Yan frowned.
"Do all of you know exactly what’s inside the Old Ice Warehouse?"
"I don’t. All I know is that place is strange—it can suppress almost all creatures, even Zombies.
Anything like a Ghost that doesn’t have a physical body, if it dares set foot in there, will get destroyed instantly.
So used to think that place was a Domain, but later people said it wasn’t—the rules of a Domain wouldn’t be so extre.
If just stepping in ans certain death, a place that intense couldn’t keep functioning.
What it actually is, I really don’t know.
I just know it suppresses a bunch of nasty stuff that’s hard to handle.
Plenty of people and Different Races have set their sights on that place before, a Flying Zombie even went there once.
But that Flying Zombie died the mont it stepped past the Thunder Pool.
A millennium-old Flying Zombie, almost unbeatable—just burned into ash, just like that.
Ever since then, a lot of people know about Virtue City Funeral House’s Old Ice Warehouse, but no one’s ever tried to ss with it again."
"Isn’t there a Tuoba Martial God in Nanwu County?"
"Back then, Tuoba Martial God hadn’t co down from the mountain yet. That Flying Zombie was so kind of ancient relic from god knows how many years ago, woke up after the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, a total badass who could even spar with the Mount Mao Sect Master. It took three Lightning Thunder Punches head on and still didn’t die.
Then it took off and escaped, and nobody knows where it got the scoop on the Old Ice Warehouse, just that it learned there was sothing inside it it needed.
It barged in here like it owned the place.
Midway, it tripped up because it was uncultured and took a direct hit from a special-made missile—still didn’t get killed.
But even that monster, the second it stepped into the restricted zone of the Old Ice Warehouse, just died on the spot.
Almost nobody knows the inside story. All anyone rembers is that a Flying Zombie bit the dust at Virtue City Funeral House."
Wen Yan finally understood. He glanced at Feng Yao, rembering how Feng Yao boasted before, saying Virtue City Funeral House’s high-end luxury furnace once cremated a Flying Zombie to ash.
At the ti, he thought, Damn, that’s insane.
But now, listening to Zhuge Wanjun, he realized Scorching Sun Departnt is really good at telling just enough truth to scare others—the technique is top notch.
And yeah, after that, Virtue City Funeral House, which looks super important but is barely guarded, really hasn’t had any other Different Races causing trouble.
The more that’s the case, actually, the more people probably think it’s a Dragon Pool and Tiger’s Den.
If you really assigned a few big teams to garrison it long-term, you’re just wasting already short-staffed manpower.
"Do you know where he is now?"
"No exact location, but definitely in Duanzhou."
"That list you made—is it ready?"
"Ready. I’ve already given it to Feng Yao. People coming into Duanzhou from out of town will all get stopped, but you’ll always get so trying to force their way through, or sneaking in. Nobody really knows how many people he’s brainwashed, but it’s safe to bet there’ll be quite a few people and Different Races showing up."
"Got it."
"Are you planning to go?" Zhuge Wanjun probed tentatively.
"Yeah. The beef I have with him—I need to settle it once and for all."
"So... should I go?"
"Did he ask you to go?"
"No, not really."
"Then go if you feel like it, or don’t."
"Okay, I get it."
Once the call ended, Zhuge Wanjun let out a long sigh of relief.
He really does have a way to resist Fake Mo Zhicheng’s brainwashing!
And, judging by how it sounds, it’s not just that he can resist it himself—he might even be able to neutralize Fake Mo Zhicheng’s brainwashing of others, too.
Everything they’re doing now—all of it depends on being able to cancel out the brainwashing.
Otherwise, the more people go, the more it actually just helps Fake Mo Zhicheng.
In the past, maybe you could use soundproof headphones and earplugs or whatever to block it a bit.
But now, Fake Mo Zhicheng’s power is only getting stronger—even she’s leveled up and can’t resist anymore. Unless you’re born deaf, can’t hear a thing—otherwise, if you have to face him in person, regular stuff’s pretty much useless by now.
Zhuge Wanjun fiddled with her phone, wondering whether she should show up in person this ti.
After a long silence, she drew a slow breath and made up her mind—she’d skip going into the Domain; that place wasn’t suited for her.
She’d just wait at the chemical plant—her best shot at making a difference was persuading any Different Races who might be brainwashed by Fake Mo Zhicheng, or stalling them sohow.
She got up and left without even bothering to ask Wen Yan if he really planned to bring whatever was in locker number nine.
...
In Duanzhou, Fake Mo Zhicheng stepped out from a small storeroom in the underground parking lot, already wearing a different face. He put on a pair of half-rim Glasses, took out a car key, and drove away.
The car rolled out of the parking garage. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a high-res cara pointing right at the exit, popped two pieces of gum into his mouth.
anwhile, in Scorching Sun Departnt’s logistics, several people were glued to all the surveillance feeds near this hotel.
On the big screen, every ti soone showed up, a box would pop up around their face and the AI would automatically run checks using a preset protocol.
People with rimless Glasses, man or woman, didn’t matter.
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