His heart, once strong, now seed to have only one final breath remaining, beating slowly, maintaining the last bit of life.
Wen Yan cupped his hands, having nothing left to say. There was truly a reason why people could unlock the War God profession.
When there was a chance to fight, this guy really risked his life.
As for the final outco, Zhang Xuewen didn't get a chance to say, and Wen Yan didn't really want to ask anymore.
Brother Ye next door routinely ca to ask Wen Yan when he could go ho.
Wen Yan said, "I've booked your ticket, you can leave now."
Brother Ye was slightly taken aback, opened his mouth, and asked nothing.
Wen Yan had told him before that he had been asking when he could go ho, and that invisible being was coaxing Brother Ye to go back to Xiao Xiang County, so Wen Yan let Brother Ye co and ask twice a day.
Whenever Wen Yan told him he could go ho, he would go back, everything as usual, without worrying about anything else.
Brother Ye didn't ask much either, fearing that if he found out, that thing inside him might also know.
Wen Yan found soone to escort Brother Ye to the high-speed rail station and entered using his ID card.
As for Wen Yan, holding onto Zhang Xuewen, who would cough blood with each movent and whose clothes were stained with blood, he went to the basent to light incense for the bigshots there.
"Grandma, I'm going out for a fight, sorry to trouble you this ti, please bless that this guy doesn't die today."
Then he went to the naless tablet and lit three sticks of incense.
"Bless so that everything goes smoothly. When I return, I'll cook so at for the whole family, simred slowly until the oil is bright and clear, the at isn't tough, but tender and fresh, perfect as a sauce or in a bun..."
As he said this, Wen Yan himself began to crave it. After placing the incense, he saluted, picked up a hat, put it on Zhang Xuewen, and took him away.
Walking inside the Nether Path, Netherworld Avenue beca slightly wider.
The sound of running water beneath the Big Intersection beca more distinct, and what was originally a three-forked road was now apparently turning into a crossroads.
Only here, the width extending outward was slightly wider compared to other places, resembling an ergency parking lane suddenly widened on a highway.
Standing here, the sound of water was even more obvious.
Wen Yan listened and asked Tong Si, who said nothing could be seen yet; the road was just expanded a little, not yet truly stretched out.
At the sa ti, in the Scorching Sun Departnt's technical division, a group had been working overti, taking shifts for two days, eating and living inside the departnt.
In the western Xiao Xiang County, within the mountains, fire-fighting helicopters executing tasks were patrolling the area.
In so places, tasks were completed, and orderly withdrawals had begun.
Don't ask why, just say it's to prevent wildfires, or that temperatures have dropped rapidly to de-ice high voltage power lines.
Ask any further, and they'll call in the teorological bureau.
Wen Yan, carrying Zhang Xuewen, crossed the Nether Path and arrived at Xiao Xiang County.
Reaching the place, outside the Desolate Tomb, only Feng Yao was there, dressed in tactical gear, carrying the laptop bag he never parted with, waiting quietly.
"Ready?"
"Ready, just waiting for you."
"Efficiency is truly high."
"Haha, it's really not easy to pull out a free squad of experts who fight Great Demons head-on.
But if you need experts in other fields, pulling out an enhanced regint within three hours isn't too hard."
"Great, consider it an experint then."
Wen Yan took out a box and handed it to Feng Yao.
Then made a call to Lord Zhu.
"Hello, Lord Zhu, I really need your help with sothing, so manpower."
"Oh, tell , how much do you need?" Lord Zhu's eyes lit up, thinking Wen Yan was truly loyal, needing manpower just two days after he ntioned it.
"How many reliable ones do you have?"
Hearing this, Lord Zhu imdiately waved at the Ghosts around him, stood up, and went to the backyard.
"Is it a confidential matter? Reliable in terms of character and ability; those might not be particularly many, are you in a rush?"
"I need them today."
"Then probably only two or three hundred who are absolutely reliable, capable, tight-lipped, and will never hesitate, even if ordered to jump into a fire pit."
"It doesn't need to be to that extent, just tight-lipped, it's okay to be a bit chaotic, just to make up the numbers. How many can you get?"
"This..." Lord Zhu hesitated, hard to say.
"A big event for the Scorching Sun Departnt, just like hiring extras, just let know."
"Would three thousand be enough?" Lord Zhu tentatively suggested a number.
"Almost."
"Then... five thousand?"
"Still feels a bit lacking."
"Hiss... what are you planning, needing so many Ghosts?"
Lord Zhu was greatly shocked, initially thinking Wen Yan just needed a few to run errands or act as bodyguards.
Never expected Wen Yan to take the matter seriously as he exaggeratedly asked for several thousand. Even though each Ghost might not have significant achievents, each could undoubtedly etch a record once.
A record of being temporarily recruited by the Scorching Sun Departnt, making things much easier afterward.
This breakthrough from zero to one, even from zero to zero point zero one, holds different significance.
Lord Zhu gritted his teeth and said.
"Over seven thousand, I can't pin down the exact number, will inform you later."
"Then over seven thousand, by the end of today, I'll use them, soone will contact you.
Don't worry, executing this properly has its benefits.
The tis have changed, my Prince, no need to worry unnecessarily."
"True..." Lord Zhu laughed, slightly relieved.
He was actually quite apprehensive, able to gather seven to eight thousand Ghosts in a day, who wouldn't ask what for, just following him to their demise.
If this were in his living years, he couldn't afford it.
Now, he still couldn't really afford, regardless of his intentions; if seven to eight thousand Ghosts gathered outside the city, it wouldn't cause much turmoil, yet he had to be cautious.
Only because Wen Yan asked; anyone else would've received only two or three hundred, no more.
On the other side, Wen Yan hung up, waiting quietly.
At midnight, crossing into the new day, Wen Yan suddenly felt the very faint heartbeat of Zhang Xuewen, which seed about to stop, suddenly beca strong again.
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