The slope about half a mile outside the fishing village was once a place where villagers dumped their garbage. There were jagged rocks here, and a bottomless gap formed at the junction. It might lead directly to the ocean, or it might be a rock. In short, all the people who fell into it could never come out again, and the villagers had no way of knowing the answer.

In places like this near the sea, the garbage has a pungent fishy smell, and fish bones, fish heads and rotten fish meat can be seen everywhere. It is almost as smelly as the cracks in a garbage recycling station. Not to mention getting close, even being dozens of meters away makes people want to vomit.

However, at this moment, the three members of the Beigong team who hid in the gap had no intention of paying attention to the disgusting smell.

"I have to go back! Captain Kong is still in there!" One of the members walked back and forth in the small space of less than three square meters opened up by Super Energy, and roared in a low voice, "I can still fight now, I shouldn't just stand here and watch! If we keep wasting time like this, Captain Kong won't be able to come back!"

His combat uniform was tattered and almost soaked with blood, with blood dripping from the corners, and occasionally accompanied by some sticky pieces and solid fragments, like the residue of some viscera. But he himself was unharmed, looking extremely healthy, even his skin was rosy and shiny, as energetic as if he had just woken up.

"If Captain Kong hadn't come to save me," the members were heartbroken as they recalled how Kong Xiuwen had pressed the necklace against his broken chest without hesitation, "with Daju's healing necklace, he would have been able to escape!"

The other two members looked up at him.

Compared to this man who was full of energy, the other two were obviously in much worse condition. Not only were they covered in wounds, their super powers were also exhausted. One of them didn't even have the strength to speak. The other smiled bitterly and said, "Go back to the fishing village? Both of us have lost our fighting power. Are you going to rely on yourself?"

The member hesitated.

"Captain Kong worked hard to get us out. We must send the clues we obtained to Director Luo. Don't let his efforts go to waste." The member said again. His voice affected his abdomen. The pain from his dislocated ribs caused him to curl up on the spot, no longer speaking, and refusing to open the space door for his comrade who was eager to return to the fishing village.

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Given the scale of the enemy outside, they could only escape in a panic even at their peak, let alone now. The only thing they could do was pray that the fanatics couldn't find this place and wait for Director Luo to lead a team to rescue them.

As for Team Kong who had already fallen into the tiger's mouth...the members lowered their eyelashes.

No matter how much he resisted in his heart, he knew that Kong Xiuwen might have been killed by the fanatics.

He is also considered a veteran member of the Twenty-Eight Mansions. It has been four years since he was promoted from a reserve member to a full member. He has experienced the death of teammates countless times in countless missions. However, every time was as heartbreaking as the first time.

Not to mention that this time, the one who was attacked by the fanatics was Kong Xiuwen, who was regarded as the backbone by all the members of the Beigong team. He only hated why he was not strong enough to take on the task of covering the others.

The member who was still standing there roared for a long time, his voice gradually becoming hoarse. After a moment, he slid to the corner, leaning against the stone wall as if exhausted, and covered his face with his hands, and his sobs became quieter and quieter.

The narrow space finally became quiet, with only a few people breathing heavily mixed with blood and pain.

The silent darkness is like a silent mourning for the heroic spirits.

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A certain heroic spirit who was being mourned was now having soup poured into his mouth by Daju while pinching his nose.

He coughed a few times and suddenly woke up. He turned around and saw Daju. He thought he had passed away. He shook his head reluctantly and his blurry vision finally became clearer.

"Da... Daju?" He spoke with difficulty, feeling as if there were a few balls of hair stuck in his throat, and even speaking was itchy and painful. "Why are you here?"

Daju put his hands on his hips and said, "Why am I here? What do you think? Is it because I didn't keep an eye on you that you have to suffer to this extent? Humph, if you are really killed, I don't want to inherit the legacy of a big liar like you. Except for snacks and dried fish, everything else will be thrown into the lobby of the headquarters, especially your pile of diaries!"

"You read my diary?!" Kong Xiuwen was so shocked that he did sit-ups and even forgot where he was. "When did you see it?"

He accidentally let the cat out of the bag. Daju, who was just accusing someone of the crime, suddenly lost his aura and felt so guilty that his eyes wandered around.

"I didn't mean to peek, but your diary was too close to the storybook, and the inside was so beautifully designed like a notebook, so I couldn't help but read it to the end." The little orange cat's voice became lower and lower. When it was almost inaudible, he suddenly realized and raised his voice again, "No, don't change the subject. Do you know how badly you were injured? You even gave my healing necklace to someone else. I almost couldn't save you! Fortunately, there is a cooking pot in the folding space of your sleeve!"

Kong Xiuwen rubbed his eyebrows.

In fact, he had not fully recovered. Fatigue and pain were tormenting his body which had not yet recovered from a serious illness. It was only through willpower that he could barely keep himself awake.

In this situation, it is meaningless to worry about how Daju came to the fishing village. What is more important is how to send him back to the headquarters safely.

"I was not only physically injured, but the people of the Biluo organization also cast a curse on me, so the healing necklace had limited effect on me," he said slowly, "and my team members were on the verge of death at the time, I couldn't just ignore it."

Da Ju raised his chin angrily and stamped his feet. He still looked dissatisfied, but in fact he had already accepted this explanation in his heart.

"How did you save me?" Kong Xiuwen frowned, and glanced at the small milk pot that seemed to still have some residue on it. He had a bad feeling, "Your healing ability should be ineffective against this kind of magic curse."

Kong Xiuwen had tested the range and effects of Daju's abilities at the East Palace Research Institute, so he remembered the limitations of Daju's powers very clearly.

"Ah, well," the little orange cat looked around, trying to use the black cat as a shield, but the well-fed black cat had already found a corner and fell asleep, "It's a long story."

"In fact, I have another ability. I have a very high edible value. Every part of my body has a huge and vigorous vitality - much higher than that of a thousand-year-old ginseng! You can simply think of it as Tang Monk's meat. Although eating it won't make you immortal, it is still very easy to remove the curse."

Kong Xiuwen's expression suddenly changed.

He supported himself on the ground and knelt down with difficulty, then he grabbed Daju and examined him carefully from top to bottom.

After Da Ju changed back into human form, he took out a set of clothes from the folded space on Kong Xiuwen's sleeves and put them on.

Fortunately, Kong Xiuwen was thoughtful. In the folding space, there were not only snacks, milk and a milk pot for hot milk prepared for Daju, but also several sets of emergency clothing for Daju. Although it was strange to wear denim overalls in such a dangerous place, it was much more formal than wearing nothing.

Kong Xiuwen checked around but didn't see any missing piece of flesh on Daju's body. His shocked and sad eyes immediately fell on his lower body, so he raised his hand to pull down his pants.

"Wait a minute!" Daju's face turned red, and he struggled to jump down. "I didn't cut myself into pieces to feed you! I just shaved the cat's hair! Didn't you notice that my hair is much shorter!"

When Kong Xiuwen heard the word "hair", he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

His ups and downs in mood almost made him lose his balance and he fell back to the ground. He quickly reached out to support himself.

"There happened to be milk and cola in the folding space, so I cut my hair into small pieces and threw them in to cook, and then poured them directly into your mouth," Daju tidied up his messy clothes and muttered depressedly, "Luckily you woke up, the healing effect of hair is completely different from that of real flesh and blood. If you didn't wake up after drinking the hair milk cola soup, I would have cut my toenails and fed them to you!"

Kong Xiuwen: “…”

I was a little touched, but mostly disgusted.

Anyway, he finally knew what that strange taste in his mouth and that ball of wool-like thing blocking his throat were.

"You ask me to drink a glass of milk every day. Milk is the most nutritious drink, and Coke is the most delicious drink. Mixing the two together will definitely neutralize the strange smell of my hair, right?" Daju said happily, "I am so smart!"

Kong Xiuwen had a subtle look on his face.

Does this mischievous little cat really not know that milk and cola taste bad when mixed together? It's simply taking revenge!

After a pause, he reached out and rubbed Daju's head, smiling helplessly and dotingly: "Don't use this ability again, and don't tell anyone else - even if I am seriously injured and dying in the future, I can't use it."

Daju opened his eyes wide: "But——"

"No buts," Kong Xiuwen hugged him and coaxed him in a low voice, "This ability must not be exposed, Daju, promise me, okay?"

The little orange cat nodded.

He thought so when he first acquired this ability.

But now think about it again. Although this ability cannot be exposed, you can take a bottle of blood and seal it up, and use it in emergencies. As long as you tell others that this is Kong Xiuwen’s treasured dragon blood, who would think it was him?

"It would be great if this could be planted in the soil," Daju thought wildly, and said to the cat toy in his mind, "Plant a cat's paw and harvest a hundred cat's paws, and the medical care of the Twenty-Eight Mansions will not have to worry about it in the future!"

[……]

Cat toys are speechless. When I imagine a tree full of cat claws, I always feel that there is a hint of weird cuteness in the scary feeling.

[Instead of daydreaming, you might as well think about how to get out.]

You should know that the effect of hair treatment is not ideal. Although Kong Xiuwen is out of danger, the curse has not been completely expelled. He is still in a weak state. It is obvious that he will die if he faces the Biluo organization head-on.

On Lihua's side, there was still a hellhound fighting stubbornly. Although the outcome was already decided and everyone was injured, even Lihua himself was exhausted and could not deal with another battle in a short time.

Luo Bozi's whereabouts are still unknown, and the Nishinomiya team cannot contact him no matter how many methods they try.

In an ordinary residential building in Sufang City, Yun Jian folded his quilt, glanced at the thick stack of final exam review books at hand, pursed his lips, and transferred most of the mental power remaining in his body to the tabby cat.

"It's just a final exam, it's okay if I fail," he consoled himself, "At most I'll get scolded by my homeroom teacher and my mom, but if they deduct my pocket money, my ragdoll cat will have to eat less cat food."

He quickly pulled open the curtains and looked up at the rising sun in the sky. He stood there quietly, with a layer of warm glow falling on his shoulders.

The author has something to say:

I saw some cute little people discussing severed limbs in the comment section. Damn it. As a writer of children's literature, I really can't write anything bloody and scary. If I write that kind of plot, I will be so scared that I won't be able to sleep at night (spreading my hands helplessly). Shaving the little orange cat into a hairless cat is already the limit, cough cough cough.

Don't worry, I won't torture them. Even if they give them lunch boxes, they will be gone in a snap (running away with the lid on the pot). Cats are so cute, how can we let them suffer?————

Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2022-08-31 17:33:39～2022-09-01 17:33:37~

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