247: Chapter 245: Perfect Spectrum Town 247: Chapter 245: Perfect Spectrum Town Wen Wen shook his head, muttering to himself, “I should have managed to fool him if that wasn’t the person himself.
I could have perford better.”
He was well aware that although Yang Sheng ca to deliver sothing, it was probably also a ans to test him.
After all, as far as the Hunters Association was concerned, a third party had joined the siege at just the right ti, so it was very likely that Wen Wen was the source of their information.
“Two hundred thousand Demon Hunting Coins are enough to buy many things, but I’ve already got what I wanted most—the Buddha Gatling.
I’ll decide what else to buy later.
The most important thing now is to leave this place of trouble.”
The Profane Blood had just been besieged, and many of its mbers were likely hiding in this city.
Yanling City would not be calm for so ti.
Therefore, Wen Wen called Chu Wei and then drove out of Yanling City overnight.
He didn’t care about what would happen next.
After hanging up the phone, Chu Wei packed his bag, preparing to set out for the Ranger’s assessnt.
Following this incident, the Demon Hunter squad in Yanling City was directly disbanded.
Team mbers with issues had been taken away by a special operations team, while those without issues would be reassigned to other cities.
And Chu Wei’s boss, the captain of Yanling City’s Demon Hunter squad, was relieved of his duties and sent to headquarters for an investigation.
The past few days, for Chu Wei, felt as long as several months.
Thinking that the Profane Blood had been hiding here all along, and they had never noticed, Chu Wei felt worse than death.
Hmm…
For him, death was not a very painful thing.
Thus, Chu Wei planned to leave Yanling City to adjust his mood, and attending the Rangers’ assessnt seed like a good option…
…
The sky was overcast, thick clouds covering it like a lid, the cold wind rustling the trees along the road.
On the highway, a sports car was driving smoothly, and on the roof, Wen Wen, wearing a black trench coat, was reading a novel.
The novel’s title was “The Detective and the Green Hat,” narrating a legendary story of a detective who wears a green hat.
A green bean-sized insect, caught by the wind, unable to control its flight direction.
Flying, flying, it flew right into Wen Wen’s nostril.
“Ah… Ahchoo!”
Wen Wen sat up, plucked the little bug out, then flicked it away with a snap of his fingers.
“Hmm, the weather looks like it’s about to storm.
I think there was a typhoon ntioned in the news recently.”
Wen Wen closed the book, turned over to get inside the car, and instructed Three Cubs, “Stop at the next town and find a hotel to stop at.
Don’t drive in the storm, it might scratch my car and I’ll have to pay for repairs.”
Then, Wen Wen resud his novel, just at a part about hats, which he couldn’t miss.
After driving about ten minutes, the car turned into a small town.
Wen Wen looked up and saw the town’s na was Spectrum Town.
At the entrance of the town stood a church of Creation Church, with a statue of an angel carved from white stone on the roof and a stone ring behind the angel, symbolizing the sun.
“Spectrum Town…
A town bathed in light…?”
Wen Wen only glanced once and didn’t pay much attention.
The car stopped at a hotel, Wen Wen got out, looked around, and felt a spark of clarity.
The streets were clean and tidy, every passerby dressed neatly with proper deanor; no one was disheveled or sat chatting at their doorfront.
Everything seed like a scene you’d only see in movies.
Yet although this place seed prosperous, it sohow gave Wen Wen a sense of disharmony and suffocating oppression.
“It looks so orderly that it makes a bit uneasy.”
Wen Wen shook his head and walked into the hotel.
The hotel was ridiculously strict, everything was maintained precisely to standards without a single oversight.
The sheets and duvet covers had been freshly changed, the floor scrubbed clean without a trace of footprints, and not a single stain marred the pristine white walls.
Wen Wen was quite pleased with this point.
He had traveled far and wide, and so of the hotels he’d encountered were…beyond description.
He lay in bed continuing to read his novel, mumbling, “Why doesn’t the Sanctuary have my room?
If it did, I wouldn’t need to stay at a hotel at all.
I could just go back to the Sanctuary whenever I wanted to rest.”
…
anwhile, outside the hotel, next to Wen Wen’s parked car, stood two shady n, one tall and fat, the other short and skinny.
The short, skinny man complained, “The Bishop too, just because of a little suspicion, has us snatching things from a Demon Hunter.”
The tall, fat man patted his shoulder and said, “According to the intel, this person worked in the sa city as Yan Xiu.
He’s co to Qianhe City specifically to deliver sothing important to the old dog, and the Bishop doesn’t want those items reaching the old dog.”
“Father Liu…sigh, but that’s a Demon Hunter, how could the two of us possibly stand a chance against him?”
The short, skinny man was still hesitant.
He felt the Bishop had recently beco almost insanely devoted, or rather, pathologically pious, but as subordinates, they had no choice but to follow orders unconditionally.
The tall, fat man thought for a mont, then said with a sly grin, “Hehe, he’s a Demon Hunter.
If he notices sothing odd, he’ll definitely look into it, right?
We just need to lure him there, and then whether he ends up round or flat is up to us to manipulate!”
“Then we’ll do as you say…”
The short, skinny man sighed, unsure if this was a blessing or a curse.
…
You…
are guilty…
Yuan Zhi was tied to the Cross, hovering in front of him was an Angel with an unfathomable aura of light.
The Angel ignored his cries of pain, thrusting a longsword into his chest, then his body was consud by an imnse blaze of light.
The mont of death roused Yuan Zhi sharply awake, his forehead covered in a cold sweat, his eyes bloodshot.
“My dear, what’s wrong?”
His wife turned on the light, looking at Yuan Zhi with concern.
“It’s nothing, I just had that nightmare again,” Yuan Zhi said, shaking his head.
“That wasn’t a nightmare, that was a warning.
You must not be devout enough.”
His wife derisively remarked and then turned her back to continue sleeping.
Yuan Zhi sighed.
If it had been before, his wife would never have spoken such words.
He laid back down, clutching an old pendant on his chest, unable to fall asleep as he tossed and turned.
This year he was over fifty.
When he was young, he had left his hotown to struggle for a better life, and now that he was older, he had returned ho to enjoy his retirent.
Initially, he was heartened to see his hotown had beco so orderly and beautiful.
But after living there for a few days, he began to feel sothing was off.
Everyone in the town seed rigid, as if carved from the sa mold.
When he went shopping in his beach shorts, everyone looked at him as if he was an outcast, until he ensured to dress formally whenever he left the house, which sowhat alleviated your situation.
He discovered that any ti he did sothing different from the other townspeople, he faced their resistance, so he was forced to do everything perfectly just to live normally in this town.
Only ten days back, and he realized his hotown felt even more impersonal and oppressive than the city.
At first, he could tolerate it because at least at ho he didn’t have to endure the strange looks of others.
But what slowly filled him with fear was that his wife was becoming like those outside.
Everything had to be perfect, making Yuan Zhi feel like the rules at ho were even more nurous than in a prison!
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