Chapter 71 Fungal Remains Frenzy 32 "I know your sister."...
The firing of the gun was both a reminder and a warning. Nanmen Jue was alerting the other side that they had discovered his presence and warning him that if he did not leave or reveal his identity, he would be attacked.
After the three shots were fired, the other party seemed to make no move. A gust of wind blew, lifting the man's cloak in the distance. He looked like an eagle stalking its prey in the distance.
Nanmen Jue put away her gun. She sensed a dangerous aura emanating from this person. This premonition came without warning, but it was just the instinct of a beast in the jungle society. Facing such an opponent, passive defense would only put her at a disadvantage. According to her usual style, she would choose to take the initiative.
She wanted to meet that person in person, but looking at Zhang Zhi and the three reincarnators beside her, she didn't act immediately.
"Brother Jue, you go ahead. We'll protect Xiao Zhangzhi," Mo Gui said nervously.
"What if it's a diversionary tactic?" Jin Jian shook his head in disagreement. "What if their goal is to kidnap Zhang Zhi?"
Soon their argument would be over, as the person in the distance ran towards them.
He started running on the rooftop, leaping over the gaps between buildings, his cloak billowing like a large bird taking flight.
He leaped over the gap with ease, and everyone's pupils contracted.
His movements were light and effortless, requiring no leverage; he was clearly no ordinary person.
This is a reincarnator, and a high-level one at that, but he doesn't have a name above his head, probably because he used a tool to hide information.
Nanmen Jue had suffered greatly from this before, so he immediately thought of it.
She didn't move again, staying where she was and watching the cloaked figure run towards her like a gliding bird. When only one gap remained, she stood on the edge of the rooftop and raised her gun again.
"Stop right there. You can say what you have to say right here," Nanmen Jue said.
As they got closer, the cloaked figure's attire came into full view.
The cloak was made of a special material, black with a white dragon embroidered on it, and it shimmered with a unique luster in the sunlight. He raised his head, his face covered, so his appearance was completely hidden.
She didn't see that Jin Jian's expression changed instantly after he saw what the other person's cloak looked like.
The other party actually stopped.
"Nanmen Jue, I have no ill intentions towards you."
An awkward sound emanated from beneath the cloak, carrying a faint metallic echo, like that of a synthesizer.
"You think there's no malice? Take off your turtle shell first! You coward."
Mo Gui was never intimidated by such situations and immediately launched into a tirade.
The cloaked figure didn't seem angry. He continued, "Cheng Xiuye has gathered a group of people to intercept the survivors evacuating from the Furnace Base."
This was a statement that no one had expected. Nanmen Jue paused, while the others wore expressions of disbelief.
"Why did he stop the survivors? Was he robbing them?" Mo Gui asked, bewildered.
Nanmen Jue's knuckles gripped the gun so tightly they turned white, and she squeezed out each word: "To lure me out."
"To lure you out?"
Seeing Nanmen Jue's cold expression, everyone understood.
Cheng Xiuye wanted to avenge the great injustice Nanmen Jue had caused him and planned to settle things with her.
Searching for people all over the world was too much trouble, so he resorted to the easiest but also the cruelest method: murder.
He knew that Nanmenjue cared about the indigenous people, and he also knew that Nanmenjue cared about Deng Erhuai and his group. Now these two groups were together, and if they were attacked, Nanmenjue would likely appear.
A surge of rage overwhelmed Nanmen Jue's reason, and everyone felt the fury. Guan Junren whispered, "Nanmen, calm down."
Nanmen Jue took a deep breath, his gaze sharp as he looked at the person opposite him. "Who are you, and why are you telling me this?"
The cloaked figure said in a synthesized voice, "You can ask the guy next to you who I am; what he says is more credible than what I say."
The group turned to look at Jin Jian, whose expression was very strange, a mixture of fear and awe. Seeing this, he took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "This cloak is only worn by the high-ranking members of the Crimson Church."
"The Scarlet Vatican?"
Everyone's expression changed drastically; they hadn't expected that all four major guilds would be present in this instance.
Nanmen Jue's heart stirred, recalling the information the champion had given him: the Crimson Church didn't have many members, but they were all formidable, and it was said that the minimum requirement for joining was a purple name.
This condition is somewhat absurd. How many purple-named individuals are there in the entire space? How many purple-named individuals would the Crimson Church need to absorb to compete with the other three major guilds? Therefore, Nanme Jue did not completely believe it, but the existence of such rumors also indirectly proves that the individual strength of the Crimson Church must be very strong.
So what kind of power do the high-ranking members of the Scarlet Church possess?
Nanmen Jue's gaze remained unchanged, but he felt a growing sense of caution.
"Their signature features are the black cloak with white dragons and the androgynous voice created by the synthesizer. Only a very few people are qualified to wear such attire. It is said that each of them is genderless and is at least Orange Rank," Jin Jian said in a low voice, his eyes filled with deep apprehension. "This is all information from within the Ouroboros high command. Cheng Xiuye has always been wary of these people, but I never expected to encounter them in this world."
Nanmen Jue just used a small prop on Zhang Zhi, so she couldn't hear what they were saying for the time being. Jin Jian spoke more clearly, and Mo Gui and Guan Junren looked a little dazed.
I knew this world was dangerous, but I didn't expect it to be this dangerous. Purple names are appearing everywhere, like cabbages in the market, and even orange names seem to have become worthless.
Suddenly, all three of them turned their gazes toward Nanmen Jue.
By now, everyone should have realized that the power struggle among the three forces must have a leader, and the last leader can only be Nanmen Jue.
Previously it was just speculation, but now it can be concluded that Nanmen Jue is guaranteed to be at least an orange-ranked player!
Nanmen Jue didn't pay attention to the way everyone was looking at her. She stared at the cloaked figure who was only separated from her by a crack. "Now you know who you are. You don't know why you told me this."
“I don’t like Cheng Xiuye, but it’s not convenient for me to do anything to him personally,” the cloaked man said.
This was an unexpected answer. Nanmen Jue raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to kill him, or does the Crimson Church want to kill him?"
The cloaked figure seemed to chuckle softly, the synthesizer sounding somewhat muffled, but what he said next was very clear.
"He is not worthy of being remembered by the Vatican."
Nanmen Jue was also taken aback by his arrogance. In the ensuing silence, Mo Gui clapped loudly.
"Well said! Only flies that eat shit would bother with that kind of garbage."
Nanmen Jue felt something was off. She was also looking for Cheng Xiuye. If he was a pile of dung, then wouldn't she also be a fly?
Noticing her unfriendly gaze, Mo Gui suddenly realized what was happening and immediately became obsequious, "Of course, Brother Jue doesn't count, absolutely not!"
Nanmen Jue gave a soft snort.
Mo Gui looked scared, but inside he was overjoyed.
Even someone as oblivious as him could sense that Nanmen Jue's attitude towards them was different now than before. She was now willing to show them some of her truer emotions.
Now that she knew the cloaked man's intentions and that he meant no harm to her group, Nanmen Jue's tension eased considerably. Being targeted by two orange-named individuals in a row would be quite troublesome. She might not die, but the people around her would be in grave danger.
However, now that we know Cheng Xiuye's plans, it's not easy to decide what to do.
To reiterate, if it were just her alone, she would be fearless and reckless, risking her life without hesitation. She has never been afraid of anyone. But what about Zhang Zhi?
Zhang Zhi's current situation is no better than hers. She suspects that as soon as she leaves Zhang Zhi, all those who covet her will swarm around her and devour her.
At this moment, the cloaked man spoke again: "Although I know you won't believe me, I still want to say that I can help you keep an eye on Zhang Zhi."
Upon hearing this, Nanmen Jue's eyes sharpened, and the expressions of the others also became somewhat strange.
Could they be waiting here? They tricked Zhang Zhi into their hands without any effort; could this be the cloaked man's purpose?
"See, I knew you wouldn't believe me." The cloaked man seemed to sigh.
Nanmen Jue began to understand why they used synthesizers to speak. It wasn't just to conceal their gender identities; electronic devices also swallowed up emotions, making it even harder for others to figure out what they were thinking.
Nanmen Jue was silent for a moment, then sheathed the gun in his thigh and said, "Come here first."
The cloaked figure actually jumped up as instructed, leaping over as lightly as a large bird.
Nanmen Jue listened carefully, the sound of her shoes rubbing against the ground when she jumped, the sound of her breathing when she landed... her breath hitched slightly.
The gap between the buildings is at least thirty meters. However, since both of them have good hearing, they don't need to shout to talk. If she were to jump down from this distance, her breathing would definitely not be so gentle and steady, as calm as walking on flat ground.
This person... should have stronger physical stats than her.
Nevertheless, Nanmen Jue did not doubt that this person was the only gold-ranked member of the Crimson Church. Firstly, data does not directly represent rank, secondly, the probability of directly encountering the president is too low, and more importantly, if this person were really the president of the Crimson Church, his appearance would be too bizarre.
Not only did they hide all along, but now they're even tipping off Nanmen Jue to use him as a tool to kill someone. If this news gets out, won't the Crimson Church lose all its prestige?
The cloaked figure easily leaped in front of Nanmen Jue, who looked at him with a half-smile. The cloaked figure's eyes were not visible, but everyone could feel that they were staring at each other.
A brief silence.
The cloaked man said, "Nanmen Jue, I know your sister."
Nanmen Jue's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes suddenly darkened, exuding a faintly terrifying aura.
"What are you saying?" she asked softly.
The almost murderous aura emanating from her made others feel uncomfortable, but the cloaked figure was completely unaffected.
“I know Nanmen Yu, we are… friends,” the cloaked man said. “She once told me that she has a younger brother who might come in one day.”
Everyone was shocked, but the shock of everyone else combined couldn't compare to the turmoil in Nanmen Jue's heart.
"She told you... she has a younger brother?"
No one could hear the shock behind Nanmen Jue's question.
The cloaked figure nodded. "I owe her a favor, so I'm helping you. This is my personal action and has nothing to do with the Crimson Church."
Except for Nanmen Jue, the other three all showed excited eyes.
This is help from an orange-named player! As long as it's not an extremely dangerous world where gold-named players are fighting, what's the difference between this and a life-saving charm falling from the sky?
“I can’t kill Cheng Xiuye for you, but I can protect the others.” The cloaked man’s strange voice spoke, devoid of any emotion. “Cheng Xiuye is not easy to deal with. Even Jin Ming has to be careful. You probably can’t take care of the others.”
Nanmen Jue remained expressionless, scrutinizing the cloaked figure with sharp eyes, and asked, "What else did she say?"
The cloaked figure thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, took out something and handed it to Nanmen Jue, "Your sister said that if I meet you one day and you don't believe me, I'll give you this."
All eyes were on the cloaked figure's hands. This group was meticulous in their secrecy from head to toe, even wearing black gloves. Presumably, their clothing had some kind of attribute bonus, which was why they hadn't died of heat in this apocalyptic summer.
The box in this hand isn't unusual in this world, but its presence in this hand is quite strange.
A box of cookies.
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