The Black Cat continued its attack, and Boss Qian's screams were relentless until he lay in a pool of blood, gasping for breath.
He wasn't dead yet, as his wolf legs were still slightly twitching.
But he could no longer speak.
Turning around, the Black Cat looked at Chu Ge and Daddy's Silhouette and said with a smile, "Finally, so peace and quiet. Now, you two had better listen carefully to what I'm about to say."
Chu Ge and Daddy's Silhouette dared not utter a word, they could only watch her.
"That person is controlling the survivors with a scent. You two are stronger than the other survivors, so you can resist for a while, but over ti, you'll be controlled, too. You'd best hide sowhere with a strong pungent sll or subrge yourselves in water," the Black Cat continued.
Daddy's Silhouette couldn't help but chi in, "Go to the toilet?"
Chu Ge gave him a disdainful glance.
The Black Cat showed the sa expression.
Feeling sowhat embarrassed, Daddy's Silhouette hurriedly changed the subject, "Why are you helping us?"
A fly does not bite a seamless egg.
There had to be sothing about them that was helpful to the Black Cat.
"I just don't want that guy to succeed. After this Survival Competition ends, he'll face the Survival Calamity, and I don't want him to survive it. Don't get caught by him, or you'll beco a part of his power," the Black Cat shook her head and said. Then, she turned and left.
Her movents were quick, and she disappeared between the buildings in a few steps.
Chu Ge and Daddy's Silhouette exchanged glances, both noticing the confusion in each other's eyes.
anwhile.
Boss Qian was completely dead, motionless.
"Do we dive or hide in the toilet?" Daddy's Silhouette asked Chu Ge.
Giving him a look, Chu Ge said, "You gonna stay in the toilet for a day and a night?"
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They began to move, searching for a place filled with pungent odors.
Along the way, they kept sniffing around, trying to discern that strange scent.
"Strange, is what the Black Cat said true? I don't sll anything odd," muttered Daddy's Silhouette, puzzled.
Chu Ge shook his head, "We weren't paying attention before. It's possible the scent has spread throughout the city, and that's why we can't differentiate it."
Daddy's Silhouette thought it made sense, but that would make things difficult.
During the day, there were many Venetians around. They were cautious in their search, not daring to act rashly.
After a long search, Chu Ge suddenly sensed sothing wrong.
"Wait, have you noticed?" Chu Ge stopped Daddy's Silhouette.
Daddy's Silhouette paused, surprised, "What is it?"
"Everyone we've encountered along the way is heading in the sa direction. Don't you find that odd?" Chu Ge said, sounding grave.
Hearing this, Daddy's Silhouette walked to the edge of the rooftop to take a look below.
They had been traveling along rooftops the entire ti to avoid being spotted.
"Huh? That's true. What should we do now?" Daddy's Silhouette asked, turning to Chu Ge.
Chu Ge pondered, "It's probably related to that guy. Maybe besides controlling survivors, he can control people, too. Let's go against the flow and stay away from him, so the dispersed special scent will grow weaker."
Daddy's Silhouette thought that sounded logical.
The two imdiately adjusted their direction.
An hour later.
They found themselves inside a Seafood Supermarket.
The pungent seafood sll was strong and quite overpowering.
The store was empty, making it a perfect place to hide.
The two hid in a corner.
"Could it be that all the humans have been lured away by that guy? What's he trying to do? Not just devour survivors but humans, too?" Daddy's Silhouette asked curiously.
Chu Ge shook his head, "It can't be like you said. There must be another plan."
He was filled with apprehension.
What exactly is that entity?
It's so horrifying!
Such an ability was beyond Chu Ge's imagination.
Being able to control the people and animals of a city by scent, that kind of power could truly be called a superpower.
"Such a Survivor is really frightening, what kind of scent could be so powerful? Aren't survival skills supposed to co from biological genes? Could it be a survival talent?"
Daddy's Silhouette muttered to himself, "If it's a survival talent, how long has this guy been exposed to unconventional survival substances?"
Chu Ge didn't continue the conversation.
The question also lingered in his mind.
After a long ti.
No one ca into the seafood supermarket.
Looking out through the main door, the streets outside were devoid of people as well.
Venice had returned to the look of a dead city.
Sothing was off.
Venice is a tourism holy land, even if the residents were controlled, what about the tourists who arrived today?
"Survival Team 'Southern Assassins' has been eliminated!"
An indifferent female voice suddenly spoke up.
Chu Ge and Daddy's Silhouette were stunned, not expecting there to still be survival teams at this ti.
"Survival Team 'My Fate Is in My Own Hands' has been eliminated!"
Another prompt followed.
Chu Ge frowned, wondering why there were no eliminations before but two teams were eliminated at once?
"Survival Team 'Justice Descends' has been eliminated!"
...
In one of Venice's large public squares, there was a sea of people.
Centered around a giant Eagle Man Statue, no tourist dared to co within twenty ters of it.
Beneath the Eagle Man Statue stood a white man dressed in a red suit. He had blond hair and blue eyes, was handso, had his right hand tucked into his pocket, and held a small blue flag in his left hand.
Around him lay a variety of animals, such as tigers, wolves, lions, buffalo, dogs, herons, eagles, etc., all crowded together, thick as thieves.
Tourists continued to gather, watching curiously.
On the streets and boats outside the square, many people stood motionless with blank expressions on their faces.
The white man waved his right hand, and an African buffalo leapt up from the ground, nearly three ters off the ground, startling the tourists into exclamations.
Imdiately after, the African buffalo disappeared into thin air, leaving onlookers flabbergasted.
"Is this all magic?"
"Can't be, right? Those animals are real, look, they are still breathing."
"Exactly, with such a strong body odor, they must be wild animals."
"How did those animals suddenly vanish?"
"So the ghosts of Venice lately are all magic tricks!"
The tourists talked among themselves.
Most of the people gathered around the edge of this square were tourists from all over the world.
Over the past few days, the rumors of ghosts in Venice had been rampant, and instead of decreasing, the number of tourists had actually increased.
They had just arrived and were mysteriously drawn here, lured by the promise of the secrets of ghosts.
The white man waved his flag and smiled, "Do you like such a performance?"
A black woman spoke up, "Can we touch these animals?"
"You can't, you'll be cursed," said the white man with a smile.
As soon as his words fell, a black bear suddenly stood up, its majestic figure causing the tourists to retreat once again, like a wave moving backward.
In the crowd, there was a figure.
He wore a hooded sweatshirt, a mask, and sunglasses, and had loose leisure pants on.
It was Ye Wukong.
Looking at the white man in front of him, he cursed in a low voice, "Shaless!"
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