The leader of the Slave Catching Team, with his subordinates in tow, arrived at the valley behind the village. Witnessing the roaring blaze, he felt not a hint of fear but rather a surge of intense joy.
He had been in the business of slave catching for several years and naturally had encountered all sorts of villages.
Generally speaking, if a settlent were discovered by slave catchers, its inhabitants would imdiately choose to relocate. A portion of those no longer wishing to live on the run would stay and await enslavent, also buying ti for the others.
The remaining people would take True Plant Seeds and most movable possessions and leave.
Besides this, the villagers wouldn’t do anything extra, because even delaying a minute could decrease their chances of escape. Conversely, if the opposition made any abnormal actions, it was very likely to hide sothing important.
"Search thoroughly, they must have set this fire for a reason..." the boss of the Slave Catching Team was about to shout commands when sothing flickered at the edge of his vision. Focusing his gaze, his face suddenly twisted into a sowhat perverse smile.
He saw a person, soone bursting out of the valley amidst the flas!
With his years of experience as a slave catcher, he knew for certain that the clothes on this person were none other than a Phantom Object!
"Catch him! Be careful, he might be an expert!"
At the leader’s command, his henchn imdiately pulled out slings, fishing nets, grappling hooks, and other items. It wasn’t their first day; they practiced most against experts on how to utilize their nurical advantage.
The tenacious fishing net might not have special powers, but it could effectively limit the enemy’s movent, while the sling could use readily available materials for widespread assault, and the grappling hooks—just thrown—could make the enemy hesitate.
Most importantly, these were all very cheap.
Because they were inexpensive, each person carried several sets, so even if the target destroyed them, they could quickly replace them.
Under this combo advantage, most targets would fall. And for those the trio couldn’t handle... wasn’t the boss there for a one-on-one showdown?
Only today, as the underlings had just set up their formation, their faces began to twist madly, because the mountain behind the fiery figure was suddenly forced apart by a massive arm.
Countless pieces of debris mixed with the flas and molten material rained down like teors, followed by the twenty-ter tall Armored Giant forcing its way out from the mountain.
The originally rather handso armor was now crawling with weird rust. The steel plate at its chest and abdon looked as though it was torn open by so imnse force, revealing a hideously large gaping hole.
Filthy black-purple liquid mixed with indescribable blood bubbles, eyeballs, innards, and many body parts unnamable in language, poured forth. Those blood and gore organs, upon reaching the ground, moved as if alive, wriggling forward.
...
Feng Xue, having barely erged from the valley, eyed the group of post-apocalyptic beautiful girls blocking the way and wanted to trigger his "Ghostly Disappearance." But before he could grab the edge of his cloak, several of the nearest beautiful girls let out agonizing screams.
Their once delicate faces contorted, dark veins crawled across their faces. Accompanied by muffled pops, their eyeballs burst open one after another. So even had their entire head explode into a burst of blood splatter.
"Damn, what kind of crap did that resurrection bring back?!" Feng Xue, witnessing the group of "beautiful girls" explode on the spot, realized that this likely had to do with the cha behind him that could still produce a beautiful girl from its dissected belly. His movents hastened.
"Qinggong, I need Qinggong! And flying would be the best!" Feng Xue cursed silently that his mother hadn’t given him an extra pair of legs as he had just escaped the sea of flas and imdiately activated his vanishing skill to teleport away.
Unfortunately, the teleportation ability of Phantom of the Opera resembled more of a proxy than actual displacent; the paltry five-ter distance wasn’t even as fast as he could run on foot.
However, the vanishing skill did have its unique effects after all, at least Feng Xue managed to dodge those exploding post-apocalyptic beauties with it.
Yes, those beauties with their eyeballs and heads blown apart were, for so reason, beginning to squirm again, but this wasn’t so sort of corpse transformation or on of doom—
At least in Feng Xue’s view, their nas were still [Corpse], not a mosaic of twisted black balls.
"What the hell did you drag out here?"
While sprinting, Feng Xue suddenly heard a forceful woman’s voice. He glanced to the side and saw a red-haired beauty catching up with him, her voluptuous figure creating waves as she ran. However, Feng Xue had no interest in such distractions at the mont. Surprised by her question, he retorted:
"How co you didn’t get blown up?"
"Likewise! Why weren’t you?" The red-haired beauty rolled her eyes, sohow accelerating even more, keeping pace with Feng Xue, who was running with enhanced Inner Strength—
"If you have any clue, spit it out quickly; I’m part of the Slave Catching Team under ’Flying Cat,’ and I have plenty of ways to escape. If you want to be left behind, go ahead and keep hiding stuff!"
"The problem is I really don’t know anything; I’m just a scavenger, for god’s sake, who knows how I provoked this ss?!"
As soon as Feng Xue finished speaking, he suddenly leaped, narrowly avoiding a trip from the red-haired beauty.
"Tsck!" The red-haired beauty clicked her tongue in annoyance, but the next mont, she saw the man who had dodged her sneak attack pull out sothing from his pocket... a bar of soap?
"Don’t even think about harming others," Feng Xue said with a slight smile on his lips, as the red-haired beauty looked on in bewildernt. The soap in his hand silently slipped out and the mont it touched the ground, the red-haired beauty couldn’t help but bend over to pick it up.
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Na: Phantom Object·Everyone Wants to Pick Up the Soap
Elents: [Tool], [Compulsion], [Conventional]
Description: An ordinary bar of soap, but when it falls to the ground, everyone can’t resist bending over to pick it up.
Note: Perhaps squatting would be a better choice...
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Seeing the red-haired beauty bending over, Feng Xue imdiately twisted his body and delivered a powerful kick to her shapely rear. As the lady clutching the soap rolled several ters away, Feng Xue glanced back at the cha beauties still gushing blood from their abdons and once again started to run for his life.
"You bastard, don’t let run into you again!" ca the murderous roar from behind him, but Feng Xue just smiled and called back:
"First, see if you can stay alive!"
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