Lying in the soft and comfortable coffin, Chen Miao, who was slightly surprised by the sounds he could hear near his ear, half-rose to sweep a glance inside the coffin only to realize that Hungry Monkey had actually installed a button speaker in each of the eight corners.
It didn't take up space and could provide a 5D surround sound effect.
The film-watching experience was quite good.
The film began with sounds of breathing in the darkness, slowly lifting the curtain. After watching for ten minutes, he felt sothing was amiss. In these ten minutes, only the protagonist appeared, who was trapped in a coffin buried underground, struggling hard.
But it was to no avail.
There was just a kerosene lighter for the protagonist to illuminate his surroundings.
"..."
The film made Chen Miao feel a bit claustrophobic. He turned over and felt sothing pressing against him. When he pulled it out, he discovered it was a kerosene lighter, identical to the one Hungry Monkey had prepared for him. He wasn't sure if it was part of so sche or just to enhance his film-watching imrsion.
Thirty minutes later, Chen Miao dozed off.
He didn't rember what the film was about; he just faintly recalled that the protagonist had struggled in the underground coffin for a full forty minutes, and he was still trapped there the mont before he lost consciousness and fell asleep.
That night, he slept poorly.
He had a terrible nightmare.
He dreamt that he was put in a coffin and buried underground, and no matter how loudly he cried for help, he couldn't break free, only able to leave behind terrifying bloody markings with his fingernails on the coffin lid in his despair.
Thank you, Hungry Monkey.
It had been a long ti since he'd had a nightmare.
...
Outside, Hungry Monkey and the others had no idea that Miao, who was asleep inside, was far from their thoughts. Instead, they gathered together, placed the dusa boss in an open space, lit up countless bulbs to illuminate it,
and after cutting up the ragged clothes on the dusa boss,
they all sharply inhaled.
Large, white, large, white.
Big, white, big, white.
At this mont, Hungry Monkey finally understood the value of reading. If he had been educated, he could have described his current feelings with so poetic verses or euphemisms, rather than drawing a blank after 'big' and 'white'.
"A beauty and wine are worth more than a thousand pieces of gold."
After racking his brains, Hungry Monkey finally ca up with a sowhat relevant line of poetry, even though he couldn't rember if that was the exact line. He probably hadn't rembered it incorrectly. After getting rid of any stray thoughts and appreciating the view,
Hungry Monkey walked from one end to the other, slowly taking it all in.
"It's really big. It must be as long as a person in diater, right?"
"Who can say otherwise?"
Yuan Buping picked up a stick, aid and poked it a few tis, then looked at the amount it wobbled: "It's also pretty soft."
"This world is truly wonderful."
As Hungry Monkey sighed, he bent down.
"What are you doing?"
Yuan Buping, who was quietly appreciating the scene, was startled by Hungry Monkey: "Brother Monkey, you're not going to crawl in there, are you?"
"What are you thinking?"
Hungry Monkey rolled his eyes at Yuan Buping: "I'm not that perverted. I'm just curious and want to have a quick look to see what's different from normal people."
"Ah..."
"It's really spacious."
...
That night, many people were very happy.
Hungry Monkey especially went to sleep deeply satisfied. Ever since eting Miao, his life had suddenly beco full of color. It wasn't that he was truly obsessed with dusa for any perverse reasons,
but rather, he vaguely rembered a fairy tale his mother used to tell him when he was young, featuring a monster nad dusa, which seed to be a divine beast in the sea or the jungle.
That monster was ultimately defeated by a brave hero.
He thought,
Maybe he was the hero from his mother's fairy tales.
He could faintly hear his mother's voice in his ears.
And in these hazy and elusive voices, Hungry Monkey drifted off to sleep.
"The brave hero killed dusa, securing the safety of all the nearby seafolk, and the greedy dwarves stole dusa's body."
"Later—"
"The filthy goblin race was thus born."
...
"Run first, you go ahead."
Outside Broken Pot City, Doctor Gou, clutching a terrifying wound in his abdon, hid in an abandoned building and peered out from behind his head at the hundreds pursuing him with flashlights. His voice trembling, he looked to Zhang Liu beside him.
"The signals are blocked here. I'll hold them off. You run first, and make sure you get out and contact Chen Miao."
"We'll run together."
Although Zhang Liu's voice carried fear and his body was already stained with blood, indicating he was not lightly wounded, and his lips were cracked from dehydration and strenuous movent, he was steadying himself with a revolver behind the rubble and said shakingly, "This started because of . You two got dragged into this because of . How could I possibly just run away?"
"You must go."
Doctor Gou took a deep breath, peeled off his tattered thin shirt, tore a strip of cloth to wrap tightly around his abdon. After digging out a few pills from his bosom and swallowing them all at once, his body felt slightly better. Slowly straightening up, he uttered each word deliberately.
"I'll hold them off, I won't die."
"They've captured the Black Doctor; we must save him or..."
"Chen Miao has to know about this."
Ever since Chen Miao had told him about the AI pills and the four-layered dream state, he realized that if the Tomb Guardian's Faction Effect were to be exposed, it would signify a critical crisis for everyone.
Those people would not co to them ask nicely to purchase the Tomb Guardian.
At this mont, the Black Doctor had been captured, and if he spoke up, they wouldn't be able to keep it a secret any longer.
Zhang Liu didn't know what the Tomb Guardian's Faction Effect was. All he felt was that the situation at hand was too cruel, his voice even taking on a sobbing tone: "How can I go back and face Miao like this?"
"He'll kill ."
"Hmm?"
Doctor Gou looked at Zhang Liu sowhat surprised. He hadn't expected Zhang Liu to say such a thing, as based on what he knew of Chen Miao, he wouldn't likely kill Zhang Liu over this affair, would he?
Clearly, Doctor Gou and Zhang Liu had completely different views of Chen Miao.
In Zhang Liu's eyes, Chen Miao was Fengtian City's new Underground Emperor.
Utterly unscrupulous, ostentatiously bold, with a very solid backing.
But now wasn't the ti to talk about this. Glancing at the pursuers closing in from behind, Doctor Gou shook his head, his voice growing slightly urgent: "You won't make it back anyway. Just break through the signal jamming area to send a ssage to Miao."
"Stop talking nonsense. If it weren't for my injured leg, I'd be the one running."
"Hurry up."
"I'll go out and surrender; they won't kill . They'll definitely torture to find out the whereabouts of that thing. I can hold on a bit; you go contact Miao quickly."
The next second—
Doctor Gou took a deep breath, then with a tremble, he walked out from cover holding a machete, and marched straight towards the hundred or so n who were searching for him.
Strangely enough.
Even though Doctor Gou was barely able to stand steady, riddled with wounds, and his eyes sared with blood, appearing as if a gust of wind could knock him over, every step he took forward, the pursuing n would step back with faint fright.
As Doctor Gou advanced, they retreated.
No matter how so in the crowd shouted to charge forward, everyone still involuntarily retreated.
After stumbling forward a dozen steps, Doctor Gou looked at the scene before him, couldn't help but smile with a sneer in his eyes, and then his body suddenly stiffened. No longer able to hold himself up, he collapsed heavily to the ground.
These people were afraid.
Afraid of being killed by him.
He wasn't sure how many he had killed that night, rembering only that it seed anyone who drew near him was cleaved in two by his blade, probably around one or two hundred people, perhaps?
Chen Miao...
The Taboo Item Chen Miao gave him was so strong.
Although the activation code was a bit long and hard to pronounce, once the Second Form was activated, practically no one could stop him. It was just that being outnumbered, he eventually fell, if only he had a skill or an item that could rapidly heal his injuries, he felt no one could have stopped him that night.
It's a pity...
After seeing Doctor Gou collapse, the hundred-plus hoodlums still did not approach. They waited on the spot for three minutes to ensure that Doctor Gou was completely unable to rise again, and then exchanged glances, breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed forward, tying up the man covered in horrific injuries and bare-chested before taking him to their boss.
Nearby, in the factory ruins.
At this point, the ground was dyed red with pools of blood, the air heavy with the stench of gore, countless bodies lay there, and many severely injured gang mbers writhed in pain. The whole scene looked like hell itself.
In the middle of a pool of blood.
Lay a crimson white lab coat, almost tattered to ribbons.
That night.
Soone went on a killing frenzy here.
Just two doctors, both broken.
"Damn it!"
Only after confirming that Doctor Gou had been captured did the gang leader step out from the crowd with a dark expression, looking at Doctor Gou who was bound and covered in blood. He couldn't help but spit a thick gob of phlegm on him.
Then he viciously roared, "There's another shooter, he's out of bullets now, get him for , catch him!"
For him as well, this night was an accident.
He had been casually eavesdropping on a neighboring conversation as he had a late-night snack, overhearing a chat about just coming out from a fixed event, noting how dangerous it was and what they had gained, and so on.
The conversation flowed pleasantly.
And he listened in with equal pleasure.
As the local snakehead of Broken Pot City, stumbling upon such information, wouldn't it be unprofessional of him not to do anything about it?
Without any hesitation.
He gathered all his brothers to wait outside the city, lured Doctor Gou and his company out into the open, and then ambushed them, attempting to coerce them into handing over their possessions. Yet, he hadn't expected them to be so tough.
Once the fight broke out, his n dropped like dumplings next to a boiling pot, plopping consecutively into the fray.
He wanted to stop midway through, but it was already too late to stop.
Even if the three n had valuables worth a fortune, it wouldn't compensate for his losses. The only consoling thought was that anyone who managed to run to Broken Pot City generally had no backing and were loners.
Although the incident had escalated, there was no need to worry about retaliation; security was in his favor.
Now, it was his ti to reap the rewards.
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