Yan Ting.
His qualifications are indeed quite average.
Of course, this "average" is relative to level eight talents like Zhu Wuneng. Relatively speaking, their talent is somewhat lacking, and they are more inclined to support in combat.
But there is no doubt that...
Even within the entire Dawn Society, Yan Ting's seniority was extremely high, after all, he was the second mutated creature that his master had subdued after Monkey King.
Although he did not take on any apprentices, he held a very high place in her heart.
Even though Yan Ting's strength was somewhat lacking, his master still gave him immense power in the intelligence department, making him almost second only to the head of the department, a position that many members of the intelligence department envied.
But for Yan Ting...
He didn't actually care about power or status; all he cared about was Meng Wu.
When the intelligence department was first established, it was short of personnel. Yan Ting helped Meng Wu to constantly gather various mutated creatures that were good at disguise. The intelligence department slowly developed, but there were still loopholes in the rules. He helped Meng Wu to improve the department's rules and regulations.
Over the years...
He had worked very hard, but he still felt regret and envy.
He regretted not being able to serve Minister Meng at all times, and envied the close relationship between Sun Aotian and Zhu Wuneng and the minister. He actually wanted to be Minister Meng's apprentice, but he knew he was not qualified.
He was not afraid of death at all.
My only fear is that Minister Meng might one day forget me, forget everything I've done for him.
Zhu Wuneng understood Yan Ting's last words, and looking at the other's body, he said with utmost solemnity: "Don't worry, brother... Master will not forget you. He will always remember everything you did for him."
Thinking about this...
He immediately raised his wrist and tapped the silver metal bracelet.
Once the mental connection was established, a faint glow began to circulate on the surface of the bracelet, forming half of Meng Wu's appearance.
There was also a faint blue light around.
Seemingly at sea, Meng Wu immediately pressed, "Bajie, how did it go? Was the support successful? Did you get any intelligence? What's that Corpse King's name? What kind of ability does it have? Where is it now? What are their plans?"
"The support was successful."
Zhu Wuneng immediately replied, "We've also obtained crucial intelligence. The zombie king is named Gu Tianle, and he possesses bone-type abilities... They are currently within the territory of Hongcheng City, and their target appears to be the Hongcheng City Survivors Alliance, but there are only a few high-level zombies."
"So we haven't launched an attack yet. The intermediate-level zombies that were about to arrive in Hongcheng City have been disrupted by us, splitting into thirty-five groups that are spreading in all directions. But Gu Tianle will react sooner or later... It won't take too long."
"Master, we need someone to stop Gu Tianle as soon as possible."
"..."
Meng Wu pondered for a moment and said, "Although the guild leader killed the three level-nine sea creatures of Spront, there are far too many sea creatures causing trouble in the South China Sea, Bohai Sea, Yellow Sea, and East China Sea, and the area is too wide. We need too many people, and I'm afraid we'll have to allocate a lot of manpower."
"Are we just going to watch them take Hongcheng City?"
Zhu Wuneng gritted his teeth and said, "Master, I have to tell you some bad news. The intelligence team that went to investigate Gu Tianle was almost completely wiped out. It seems that the other side had already guessed our actions and deliberately set a trap."
"Two level-eight elite zombies were dispatched in an attempt to capture a high-ranking member of the Dawn Society alive. Although I killed them both in the end, Yan Ting also sacrificed himself... Gu Tianle is a very high threat, no less than the Sea Clan."
"What? Yan Ting has sacrificed himself?"
"Yes, we could have won, but an eighth-level Crimson Wing self-destructed before I could react... and Yan Ting was killed in the explosion."
"..."
Meng Wu fell silent for a moment.
Yan Ting's sacrifice was something he never expected.
He had long suspected that this level nine corpse king might target the Dawn Society, so he sent Zhu Wuneng, a level eight, to support the intelligence department in order to obtain intelligence more reliably and protect Yan Ting's life.
But Yan Ting still died.
This is enough to show that Bone Heaven Music is extraordinary.
Moreover, the fact that the zombies were willing to commit suicide to kill Yan Ting shows that they have not only become stronger, but also more cunning. It seems that... we have to do something.
Yan Ting's death saddened him, but this was not the time for sentimentality.
After thinking for a few seconds, Meng Wu said, "You're right... Gu Tianle's threat level is no less than that of the sea race. I will ask the president to send people to deal with them."
"in addition……"
“Bring Yan Ting’s body back, and I will bury him myself.”
"Yes, Master."
Zhu Wuneng nodded.
After collecting Yan Ting's body, they prepared to leave this scorched land.
But……
I've only taken a few steps.
A massive figure not far in front of him blocked his path.
A chubby zombie, with a protruding belly and a bone in its mouth, said lazily, "Where are you going? I killed two level-eight zombies under the Bone King's command. If I let you go... then I, Fat Tiger, might as well not live."
"Another level eight zombie?"
Zhu Wuneng was wary, but outwardly remained unmoved and sarcastic: "Heh... You think you can stop me all by yourself? Even if you are stronger than Meishi and Chiyi, you alone cannot make me leave."
"I didn't say I was going to stop you."
"What's the meaning?"
"Literally, Zhu Wuneng... We've gone to such great lengths to capture your Dawn Society's higher-ups, you wouldn't be the only zombie here today, would you? No way? No way?"
After Fat Tiger said something sarcastic,
His expression turned respectful, and he stepped back to give up the main seat, allowing the master behind him to stand in front of him.
The next second.
Zhu Wuneng's expression immediately froze.
Because the zombie behind Fat Tiger was being carried by four other zombies, it sat in a sedan chair, slowly fanning itself with a bone fan in its hand, its bangs moving with the wind, revealing an elegant temperament in every gesture.
Even though they had never seen what the other person looked like.
But this demeanor highlights the other party's high status.
Zhu Wuneng immediately understood everything, and his expression turned ugly: "You...you are the Ninth-Level Corpse King, Gu Tianle? You actually came here in person to capture me alive? The humans of Hongcheng City...you're not going to deal with them?"
"You got it right."
Gu Tianle squinted and said, "But you're wrong. The human food supplies in Hongcheng City are nothing to me... compared to you. As long as we capture you alive, the Dawn Society will be in dire straits."
"Why shouldn't I, Bone Heavenly Music, come? But I must say, the Dawn Society is indeed extraordinary. I thought that the Enchanted Corpse and the Crimson Wings would be enough to deal with you, but I didn't expect that you would kill them all in the end. It's really surprising."
"Alright, alright, enough of this nonsense. Now that I, the Bone King, have come in person... then you, Zhu Wuneng, have no chance of escape. I'll give you two choices: either surrender to avoid physical suffering..."
"Either I cripple you and take you away, the choice is yours."
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