Chapter 242 Saving the Weeds "Peach is in trouble!" As exclaimed...

"Peach is in trouble!" As hung up the communicator and looked at Shana with a grim expression.

"What's wrong?" Shana frowned, looking anxious.

Yass took a deep breath: "Squad 325 just told me that they found a girl who is under six years old and has amnesia. The girl is wearing our squad badge."

"!" Shana's legs went weak, and she almost fell over.

"Where is Peach now? Is she injured?" Ruyue caught Shana and bombarded Yas with questions like a machine gun.

Seeing that his sister's face was also a little pale, Yas quickly reassured her, "It's okay, it's okay. The people from 325 told me that Peach has no injuries, she just has amnesia."

"How could you have lost your memory so quickly?" Shana asked after regaining her composure.

Yas shook his head: "The last time I spoke with Peach was three days ago. I hadn't heard from her since, so I thought she was on her way."

“She walked for four days. Judging from her pace and how she got lost, she should have reached around point 325.” Ruyue pursed her lips. “There shouldn’t be any girls around her age in the East District pipes.”

"It should be right. The badge is specially made and won't be easily removed." As rubbed his temples. "Let's hurry over there."

"Okay." Shana didn't linger any longer and turned to walk towards the locker.

Their trip will take at least seven or eight days, so they'll need to bring a lot of food.

"What's wrong?" Lillian bumped right into him as he returned.

Shana took a deep breath and recounted the message that 325 had sent her.

Lillian was also startled and quickly opened the storage cabinet next to her, taking things out of it.

Shana followed closely behind, and the two of them, one carrying a bag and the other taking out something, quickly packed three pieces of luggage.

Although Ruyue's body had recovered, her physical strength was not very good, so she could travel light, while the other three of them carried one piece of luggage each on their backs.

Yas took the communicator from the wall and put it on his person. After writing a message on the wall for his teammates who hadn't returned, he and the others walked into the pipe together.

"The 773rd squad has come to pick us up. If we march quickly, we'll arrive tomorrow night," said the captain of the 325th squad.

"Then let's live together with Lingling for now," the burly man said.

Captain 325 nodded in agreement.

The burly man carried the girl to the burly woman, gave her some detailed instructions, and then led the other teammates out on patrol.

Captain 325 rubbed his temples, flipping through the newspaper in his hand, about to look up and say something to the refined man beside him.

Then I heard the sound of something being smashed coming from the side.

Looking over in surprise, I saw the woman who was teasing the grass throw the branch she was holding to the ground.

"What's wrong, Ruanruan?" Captain 325 asked, frowning.

The girl who teased the grass, Ruan Ruan, took a deep breath before saying, "I don't know what's wrong with this grass, it's sick again!"

Captain 325 raised an eyebrow and looked at the grass opposite Ruan Ruan.

This is a blade of grass that is over 20 centimeters tall, bright red in color, with lush leaves; there's nothing wrong with it.

"I think there's no problem," the refined man beside her said, voicing her thoughts.

Ruan Ruan rolled her eyes at the other person before pointing at the grass and saying, "Hua Hua didn't dodge my branches today."

As she spoke, Ruan Ruan picked up the twig and poked it on the blade of grass.

The leaf swayed as the branch poked it.

"This..." Even the refined man couldn't help but frown.

This grass is Ruan Ruan's favorite little pet, which she brought from the Mutant Botanical Garden.

Ruanruan usually likes to poke it with a twig.

If you poke this grass, it will frantically sway its leaves to avoid you, and sometimes it will even make a squeaking sound.

But today, the grass looks like it hasn't mutated yet, which is really strange.

"Has this happened before?" Captain 325 couldn't help but step forward and ask curiously.

She nodded softly and dejectedly.

"Just treat it the same way you treated it before." Captain 325 shook his head speechlessly and sat back down in his seat.

"We've run out of that medicine, and we don't know when the resource exchange merchant will be able to come."

Captain 325 glanced at the calendar next to him: "The day after tomorrow."

Ruan Ruan glanced at her little wildflowers, then sadly rested her chin on the table: "Fine..."

Seeing that she was not happy, the refined man couldn't help but say, "Alright, if you have nothing to do, go on patrol with the patrol team."

Ruan Ruan rolled her eyes at him, then looked at her little grass flowers. After a while, she finally let out a heavy sigh: "Fine."

She carefully held the small wildflowers, stomped her feet to push aside the refined man beside her, and even made a "humph" sound from her nose.

The refined man watched her retreating figure and couldn't help but shake his head and give a bitter smile.

"I told you not to tease her like that." Captain 325 gave him a speechless look.

The refined man touched his nose: "It's fun."

"Whatever." Captain 325 couldn't help but roll his eyes at him and continued reading his newspaper.

Ruan Ruan, holding her little blade of grass, followed the team members on patrol with a disgruntled expression.

However, unlike the others, she was not so cautious and meticulous. Instead, she would stop from time to time to look at her little grass or to rest her feet.

In the process of stopping and starting, she got separated from the group.

However, Ruan Ruan wasn't afraid. Anyway, this area was all within the 325's territory, and the 325 itself was a relatively strong force in this area. Not many people would be foolish enough to attack her.

"Your little grass is dying." Just as she stopped to rest again, a childish voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"Who?!" Her sharp eyes swept towards the direction from which the voice came.

At this moment, her delicate and soft demeanor vanished, replaced by a fierce killing intent that added to her imposing presence.

"Excuse me, I'm lost." A small figure emerged from the corner, raising her hands.

"Why is it another child?!" Ruan Ruan frowned and said with disdain as she looked at the girl in front of her, who looked no more than four or five years old.

"Have you seen any other children around my age?" The girl suddenly took a step forward eagerly, but was stared at by Ruan Ruan's wary eyes and took two steps back.

"Um... I'm sorry, that child stole my things, and I was in a hurry," the girl explained repeatedly.

"Stealed your things?" Ruan Ruan frowned as she looked at the girl. "Stealed what?"

The girl took a deep breath: "He stole my badge!"

"A badge?" Ruan Ruan looked at the girl in surprise. "Are you a member of Team 773?"

The girl in front of her nodded and tentatively took two steps forward.

The girl in front of me was wearing a smart black work uniform, with a small wallet hanging from her waist and a personal communicator clipped to her collar. Something had been cut off her chest, leaving a small hole.

This girl was none other than Sang Zhitao.

Thinking that the person in front of her had seen the child who stole her things, Sang Zhitao couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

A few days ago, she accidentally fell into an inner river in the pipeline. When she woke up, she vaguely saw a child about the same age as her cutting off her badge with scissors and then leaving in a hurry.

From that day on, she couldn't even care less about finding her father; she spent every day looking for the little thief.

She was unlucky; this fall not only caused her to lose her team badge, but also unexpectedly made it impossible for her to contact the outside world with her communicator, and even her map got wet.

So much so that it took her only now to barely manage to find her way into this unfamiliar pipe.

Ruan Ruan frowned and carefully examined Sang Zhitao.

The girl in front of me was dressed cleaner and neater than the one who had come to the team before, and her fair skin showed that she was well taken care of.

She just couldn't be sure if what the other person said was true.

"Could I borrow your team's communicator for a moment? I need to contact my teammates." Sang Zhitao gave a wry smile and pointed to the communicator clipped to her collar. "It's broken. I can't reach them."

Ruan Ruan lowered her eyebrows slightly, hesitating in her heart.

Her gaze happened to fall on the flowerpot in her hand.

"You just said my flower is going to die?" She looked up at Sang Zhitao.

Sang Zhitao was taken aback for a moment before following her gaze to the small plant in the other woman's arms. She realized that the "flowers" the other woman was referring to were the potted plant in her arms, and quickly nodded, "Yes."

"Can you cure it?" Ruan Ruan looked at her with hopeful eyes.

Sang Zhitao sighed inwardly and nodded slightly: "I am a healer and a light angel, and I have a certain ability to heal mutated plants."

"Then you heal Hua Hua for me, and I'll take you back to the team," Ruan Ruan quickly said.

Sang Zhitao hesitated for a moment; she had only spoken subconsciously.

After all, she hadn't seen any humans for several days, and for a moment she lowered her guard, forgetting that even the healers of the Light Angels couldn't save a mutated plant on the verge of death, since they could only treat some simple injuries or diseases.

"You don't want to?" Ruan Ruan's previously gentle expression vanished abruptly, replaced by a threatening look as she stared at Sang Zhitao.

Sang Zhitao looked down at her still slightly wet shoes and shook her head repeatedly: "Yes, yes."

Ruan Ruan quickly withdrew her fierce gaze, then smiled and squatted down, holding the small grass and handing it to Sang Zhi Tao.

Sang Zhitao reached out to take the little grass.

Ruan Ruan suddenly retorted, "What do you want to do?"

“I need to hold her while she’s being treated.” Sang Zhitao couldn’t help but twitch her lips as she quickly explained.

Ruan Ruan frowned and couldn't help but say, "I've never seen you treat people like this before. Don't you angels usually summon healing auras?"

Sang Zhitao paused, looked up and explained with a smile, "I'm too young to summon it."

Ruan Ruan glanced at her suspiciously, secretly comparing the difference in their figures, before carefully handing the small grass to Sang Zhitao.

Sang Zhitao held the small grass in her hands, closed her eyes, and silently expressed her love and care for the grass in her heart, just as she would for Ruyue.

Soon a faint green light appeared in her palm.

The light was inconspicuous, almost imperceptible in the illuminated pipes, yet it was still seen by Ruan Ruan.

She glanced up at Sang Zhitao, a flicker of emotion in her eyes, but said nothing, continuing to stare at the little grass that was being treated.

Sang Zhitao didn't open her eyes, nor did she see Ruan Ruan's gaze, so she was naturally unaware that her actions had once again aroused the other party's suspicion.

When she opened her eyes and looked at Ruan Ruan, the doubt on the other's face had disappeared.

She took the little grass from Sang Zhitao's hands with delight, and couldn't help but reach out and poke it with her finger. The little grass dodged her touch and made a squeaking sound.

Ruan Ruan couldn't help but smile and praise, "Not bad, you look much more energetic."

"Can you take me to your settlement now?"

Ruan Ruan glanced at Sang Zhitao and nodded in agreement: "Okay, but you have to accompany me on patrol first."

Sang Zhitao thought for a moment, realizing that she had already wasted so much time, she wasn't afraid of wasting a little more time, so she nodded in agreement.