Chapter 47 Fungal Remains Frenzy 8 Hugging the Thigh, the Thigh is Zhimen Jue...
In his terror, something thin and sharp pressed against Wei Chongru's neck, the movement as gentle as the unsmiling curve of Nanmen Jue's face.
Wei Chongru's heart trembled uncontrollably. It was this smile, this expression. Nanmen Jue's aura was sharp, like a drawn sword, but when she truly harbored murderous intent, her entire demeanor softened, like a graceful gentleman, supremely gentle.
This is a gentle knife that draws blood!
Wei Chongru's Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly, "Nan...Nanmen Jue..."
"I knew you were so calm. I've been asking about Zhizhi the whole time." Nanmen Jue's voice was also gentle. In the flickering flames, her half-lit face was alluringly ghostly. "You already guessed who the little girl next to me is, didn't you?"
With a gulp, Wei Chongru swallowed hard, cold sweat pouring down his face. His eyes darted around frantically, trying to find a reason to save his life.
Anyone, please save him and stop this madman!
"What are you trying to do here?" Nanmen Jue asked. "Do you want to take a risk and see if you can take the person away?"
No! No!
Unable to bear her gloomy gaze, Wei Chongru screamed uncontrollably, waking everyone from their sleep. Deng Erhuai jumped up, and the original inhabitants of the underground bar raised their guns.
The sight of Nanmen Jue and Wei Chongru facing off stunned everyone. Deng Erhuai wanted to approach but hesitated, and asked loudly, "What happened?"
“Zhang Zhi,” Lu Yunxiao said in a low voice, “Wei Chongru is after Zhang Zhi.”
Upon hearing this, Deng Erhuai and the others' expressions changed. Even if they didn't understand, Nanmen Jue's care for this little girl was obvious to everyone; she was even willing to give up the main quest! Had Wei Chongru lost his mind? He actually wanted to mess with Zhang Zhi?
Haven't we learned our lesson yet?
"I didn't mean to take her away, I just wanted to confirm! I swear I'm telling the truth!" Wei Chongru didn't care about breaking the rules at this moment, and screamed with his eyes closed.
Nanmen Jue said, "Didn't you plan to do anything while I was asleep?"
"No!"
Wei Chongru answered decisively, but Nanmen Jue chuckled softly. The scalpel slowly advanced, cutting through the first layer of skin, revealing bright red blood. Further in lay the crucial trachea…
Wei Chongru completely collapsed. He felt like a small animal being held in the throat of a ferocious beast. With just a slight movement, the powerful and fierce monster could crush his bones with its sharp teeth. He trembled all over, and the danger of death had never been so close.
"I...I admit, I did have a sliver of hope, wanting to try and see if I could take her away, but I swear I absolutely wouldn't have dared to hurt you!" He burst into tears, "I really wasn't lying..."
Nanmen Jue looked at the man who had been terrified by him, then turned his blade and patted him on the face. "What are you afraid of? I didn't do anything."
She pulled Zhang Zhi, who had just woken up and was filled with terror, to her feet.
"Next time, don't take any chances."
She casually uttered a sentence, and Wei Chongru collapsed to the ground.
Nanmen Jue didn't look at him again, and looked up at Lu Yunxiao.
Lu Yunxiao tensed up, an unprecedented fear surging into his heart: he had just watched Wei Chongru pass by without saying a word to warn Nanmen Jue.
Nanmen Jue knew he was awake.
He thought he was going to die, but Nanmen Jue just glanced at him indifferently, then took Zhang Zhi's hand and walked towards the door.
Deng Erhuai stood up, "Nanmen Jue!"
She didn't know what to say, so she gritted her teeth and squeezed out, "It's not even dawn yet, it's dangerous to go out at this time."
Nanmen Jue turned his head to the side, as if he were laughing.
She said, "Compared to you, the monsters outside are simply adorable."
Everyone was speechless.
"What should we do?" Ji Chengying asked the others with a terrified look in her eyes.
Are we just going to let Nanmen Jue leave like this?
But what can they do if they don't want her to leave? Who can stop Nanmen Jue!
Deng Erhuai shook his head dejectedly.
At this moment, Nanmen Jue, who had already reached the door, suddenly stopped.
They looked up hopefully, thinking that Nanmen Jue had changed her mind, perhaps because she felt it was indeed dangerous outside at night, and she was with a child... The next second, Nanmen Jue turned around and pounced on a local resident who was closest to the door, knocking him flying!
"Watch out!" Nanmen Jue shouted.
Amidst the sound of the wall shattering, a long, wet thing brushed past Nanmen Jue's back. Goosebumps rose on Nanmen Jue's neck, not because the other party was particularly strong, but because it was utterly disgusting.
She turned around with a scream, twirling the scalpel in her hand. Using this brief moment to adjust her posture, she leaped high into the air, using the mid-air rotation to amplify the force of gravity. Upon landing, she delivered a vicious horizontal slash, and by the time the thing that had been inserted tried to retract, it was too late.
A deep purple tongue landed on the ground. Before the scattering crowd could react, the sharp screech faded into the distance. In the hazy night, only a fleeing black shadow could be seen.
The battle began suddenly and ended unexpectedly. Nanmen Jue stood in a pool of blood, slowly rolling up the cuffs of his suit to reveal his fair and slender forearms.
Her smooth muscle lines extended to her long, slender fingers that gripped the bone scalpel. She glanced through the gaps in her wispy hair, and only then did the stunned crowd begin to move.
Deng Erhuai rushed over, examined the still twitching piece of flesh on the ground, and asked gravely, "What is this?"
“Three hundred points,” Nanmen Jue said.
Class C parasite.
Everyone stared at Nanmen Jue with deep shock. The natives didn't know about points, but they had experienced the power of the C-level parasites. A battle that could have cost them dearly was over in a single exchange... no, it wasn't even an exchange. The parasites didn't even show their faces before Nanmen Jue took them down in one move.
The sheer power and ferocity of that moment left everyone stunned and speechless.
Wei Chongru's legs went weak again as soon as he stood up. Only now did he truly realize what kind of person had threatened him.
Deng Erhuai stared blankly at the tongue on the ground, her mind replaying the actions of the battle between the two sides. She concluded that if it were her, she certainly wouldn't be killed by a monster of this level, but it would be absolutely impossible to discover it before it appeared and severely injure and force it back in one move.
What level is Nanmen Jue after excluding red names? Is it a high-level purple name, an orange name, or... a gold name comparable to the leaders of the four major guilds?
Deng Erhuai shuddered, his gaze towards Nanmen Jue trembling slightly.
There are only four known gold-ranked individuals in the entire cycle of reincarnation! Nanmen Jue... could he be the fifth?
Nanmen Jue carefully tied his cuffs, looked up and saw everyone staring blankly at him, looking relaxed and unguarded, and frowned.
"What are you looking at me for? Do I have money growing on my face? Hurry up and pack your things and move to another place."
Upon hearing this, the indigenous people seemed to wake up from a dream and began to move. Without waiting for Wei Chongru to give any orders, they kept sneaking glances at Nanmenjue.
With Nanmen Jue's hearing, he could even hear their fearful conversation.
"Who said this one was the prettiest and we should bring him back first?"
"Who? Tired of living?"
Nanmen Jue paused for a moment as the scalpel spun in his fingertips, glanced indifferently at the person who had spoken, and then turned to take Zhang Zhi's hand.
The rescue was purely an instinctive act; it was completely unnecessary.
“There are too many of them. It’s easier for them to attract parasites when they’re all together. That one just now won’t be the last one,” she said to Deng Erhuai. “Let’s get out of here before things get any worse.”
Deng Erhuai looked at her and said, "You were angry just now, but you still can't help but meddle in this other person's business. Nanmen Jue, your words and actions are very inconsistent."
Nanmen Jue chuckled, "Whether you listen or not is up to you. These people are no pushovers anyway."
Deng Erhuai said, "Are you planning to go by yourself? Even if you're very strong, it won't be easy to avoid accidents while traveling with a child."
Nanmen Jue's current strength is indeed very strong, but not enough to destroy the world. In other words, the difficulty of the reincarnation world is based on the comprehensive strength of the reincarnators, and it will not allow the existence of superhuman individuals.
Therefore, the higher the average level, the more dangerous the world becomes.
Nanmen Jue said, "So what do you mean?"
“Come with us a little longer.” Deng Erhuai looked at her sincerely. “Now I believe you won’t kill people without reason. You even save NPCs. With such a strong companion as you, we will feel more at ease.”
Nanmen Jue looked up, and the other three walked over as well. Lu Yunxiao awkwardly scratched the little tuft of hair at the back of his head.
“…I apologize to you. As your companion, I should have reminded you earlier.” Lu Yunxiao also said sincerely, “I’m sorry.”
“No,” Nanmenjue said, “I am not your companion, nor can I be your companion.”
She took Zhang Zhi's hand and turned to look at Guan Junren and Ji Chengying, "You two, what's your answer to my previous suggestion?"
The two were taken aback, not expecting that Nanmen Jue would still remember to help them kill enough points to reach 5,000.
Ji Chengying looked at Deng Erhuai, then at Nanmen Jue, and said timidly, "If I choose to let you help me, can you stay with us a little longer?"
Nanmen Jue looked at her in surprise, almost laughing, "You've come up with a good idea."
Seeing that she didn't seem angry, Ji Chengying blinked, smiled happily, and added a touch of coquettishness to her tone, "If I say that, will you not leave?"
The young girl blinked, her eyes bright and expectant. Nanmen Jue stared at her intently, as if she saw another innocent and naive girl looking at her with the same eyes, believing that she would lead her out of that icy, apocalyptic world.
“Before we get to the Forge Base, I’ll take you through five thousand,” Nanmenjue said. “But don’t count on me for that. I can’t save you in a critical moment. You can only rely on yourselves.”
The others were surprised that Nanmen Jue would say something like that on purpose. Ji Chengying smiled, revealing her white teeth, and nodded repeatedly, "I know, I know."
Guan Junren remained silent, gripping the dagger tightly in his hand. When Nanmen Jue looked over, he said, "I don't need it. Thank you... thank you. You just need to help Xiaoying."
Deng Erhuai exclaimed in surprise, "Are you stupid?"
Guan Junren shook his head firmly.
Nanmen Jue didn't care. She glanced one last time at Wei Chongru, who hadn't dared to follow, smiled slightly at him, turned around amidst his fearful gaze, and led the way out.
After getting into the jeep's cargo bed, Lu Yunxiao walked around the area and breathed a sigh of relief, "They probably didn't do anything wrong."
"If it doesn't work, we'll change to another one. They have so many cars." Deng Erhuai tilted his head and gestured, pointing to the cars that Wei Chongru and his men had driven up next to them.
"You'll easily get beaten up," Lu Yunxiao said with a smile.
It was nearing dawn, and a bright blue sky was appearing on the horizon. The temperature was also a bit lower. Zhang Zhi huddled in Nanmen Jue's arms, and Nanmen Jue took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. He himself was only wearing a thin shirt, his slender forearms resting on the side of the truck bed. The wind made the shirt billow, and in the dim light, it revealed a slender and graceful figure, but it did not give people a sense of weakness. Instead, it gave people a sense of cool elegance that penetrated to the bone.
Guan Junren and Lu Yunxiao were both a little stunned. Nanmen Jue misunderstood them and said, "My clothes have a temperature-regulating function."
"Ah, no." Guan Junren blushed deeply, not from shyness, but from embarrassment.
There's a bit of a grudge between him and Nanmen Jue. Not long ago, he made a declaration of severing ties, but now he's sitting in the back of a truck. He hasn't developed a thick skin yet.
Lu Yunxiao replied quite naturally, "Looking at your physique, I would never have guessed that you were so strong."
“Improvement in physical fitness has nothing to do with body shape,” Nanmen Jue said, glancing at the two of them.
I hadn't paid much attention before, but now I see that Lu Yunxiao has a great physique, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and well-developed muscles. He looks like a regular at the gym.
As for Guan Junren, he has a normal build, is not particularly outstanding, and looks like a healthy, ordinary white-collar worker.
"I did notice that, but if I exchange it with the God of War, could I get more muscle?" Lu Yunxiao thought to himself.
"What's the point of having so much muscle? Don't you think you're a big enough target?" Deng Erhuai, who was driving, said. "With your size, you can hit a target every time."
Ji Chengying let out a muffled laugh.
"It's just the obsession of fitness enthusiasts," Lu Yunxiao said, quite annoyed.
"Brother Lu, how old are you exactly?" Ji Chengying turned around and leaned back in her chair, asking curiously, "You look like you're in your early twenties, but with your wild beard and hair, you look like you're over forty."
"Forty-something?!" The young man, who had always had a somewhat eccentric and carefree demeanor, widened his eyes, his voice trembling. "I'm only twenty-eight! Twenty-eight!"
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
Deng Erhuai muttered, "I'm already thirty-two. Who would believe you if you said you were four years younger than me?"
“Who said I’m not…” Lu Yunxiao suddenly turned his head, and Nanmen Jue’s breathtaking face was very close to his. His pupils contracted, and he couldn’t help but swallow. “What, what are you doing?”
"It's too dark, let's get a closer look," Nanmen Jue said, stepping back.
Aside from the beard, Lu Yunxiao's features were sharp and handsome; it's unclear why he would do something like this.
Nanmen Jue didn't ask this question, but Ji Chengying did.
"Brother Lu, do you think the image of a playboy is particularly handsome?" the young woman asked cautiously.
"Isn't he handsome?" The young man, who was also quite old, blinked blankly.
"Handsome," Nanmen Jue said.
Several people turned their gazes to her. Nanmen Jue tilted his head and said, "It's a style too, how can it not be considered handsome?"
"A true friend!" Lu Yunxiao suddenly became excited, raising his hand as if to pat Nanmen Jue's shoulder, but paused halfway and put it back down. "I have a friend who always wants to shave my beard while I'm sleeping. I said this is my true form, how can I shave it? He said I'm wasting my precious beard."
“What does it have to do with him?” Nanmen Jue said. “If you like it, that’s all that matters.”
Lu Yunxiao's eyes sparkled. Nanmen Jue looked at him as if he were seeing a large, rough-haired dog squatting in front of him. He pursed his lips and turned his head away, but still let out a slight laugh.
They were all a little stunned.
It's not that I haven't seen Nanmen Jue smile before, or rather, smiles are often seen on her face, but they are always pretentious, sarcastic, cold, sharp, or feigned gentle. Smiles are her means of attack, only bringing unease and pressure. Since meeting Nanmen Jue, I have never seen her so relaxed, as if the smile is spreading from the bottom of her heart.
This softened her entire being, making her seem like the moon falling into a lake, inspiring a sense of approachability.
Some people only think about getting closer to someone, while others dare to take action.
As always, the brave and straightforward Ji Chengying asked, "Brother Nanmen, how old are you... Is it okay to ask that?"
Seeing that Nanmen Jue had stopped smiling, she couldn't help but feel a little timid again.
Nanmen Jue said, "No."
“…Oh.” Ji Chengying shrank back, looking aggrieved.
"Probably not yet twenty," Guan Junren said softly.
"What?" Everyone exclaimed in unison, including Deng Erhuai.
The notorious wanted criminal, the God of Slaughter, who is notorious throughout the entire cycle of reincarnation, is actually not even twenty years old?
Although Nanmen Jue looks young, I didn't expect him to be this young!
Nanmen Jue raised an eyebrow, but wasn't angry. "How did you know?"
“I’m a doctor, in the emergency room. I can usually tell someone’s age just by looking at them.” Guan Junren glanced at her quickly. “Unless they’re wearing a mask or special effects makeup, I’m pretty accurate.”
Nanmen Jue smiled, neither saying it was right nor wrong. Her attitude was ambiguous, and the others dared not delve into it further, but an unbelievable atmosphere spread uncontrollably.
Of these people, Deng Erhuai is the oldest, Guan Junren is only twenty-five, and even Ji Chengying is twenty-one. Who would have thought that the youngest is Nanmen Jue?
Nanmen Jue was not even twenty years old; no one would believe it if you told them.
The car was driving quietly until Deng Erhuai suddenly braked.
"There's something ahead..."
Before the solemn voice could finish speaking, a tall figure appeared in front of the car.
She rolled up the cuffs of her shirt, her suit trousers belt accentuating her overly slender waist, and twirled a white bone scalpel between her fingers as she gracefully walked toward the group of parasites blocking her path.
This was the first time they had watched Nanmen Jue make a move from an outsider's perspective. When that intimidating pressure wasn't directed at them, Nanmen Jue's killing was nothing short of a beautiful art. Although she was only attacking and didn't even have any particular method, her movements were light and efficient. She moved among the ugly monsters, bending over like a white crane drawing water.
After everyone else got out of the car, Deng Erhuai asked Lu Yunxiao in a low voice, "What do you think? What is he practicing?"
“He has no set method. If you have to say, he only has one purpose in attacking, which is to kill,” said Sanda coach Lu Yunxiao. “The reason those parasites didn’t die is because he was restraining himself. Every time he attacked, he aimed for a fatal spot.”
As he watched, Deng Erhuai suddenly frowned. "He severed that tongue so quickly just now, so why are we able to see his movements clearly now that he's killing these low-level parasites?"
Everyone was stunned. A parasite with severed ligaments was thrown at their feet, which frightened them so much that they all stepped back.
"You were talking bad about me behind my back, and I heard you." Nanmen Jue walked over, her steps tinged with moonlight and blood, a streak of blood on her cheek—not her own, of course.
She pointed at Ji Chengying with the bone knife, then turned and climbed back into the truck bed.
Zhang Zhi is still sleeping here, with crows guarding her side.
Seeing that no one had returned, the crow whispered to her, "Show-off."
Nanmen Jue snorted, "They've already seen it, let them see enough."
The sounds of Ji Chengying killing the parasites continued to come. Nanmen Jue snorted and said loudly, "Hurry up, the smell is too strong."
She looked into the distance, where shadows rippled among the swaying weeds.
“Evening is not a good time to go out, but it’s perfect.” She murmured, then stood up and raised her voice, “Something is coming.”
Everyone was startled. Seeing Nanmen Jue staring in one direction, they all looked over. Layers upon layers of low-level parasites surged toward this side, and there was more than one side.
Deng Erhuai gasped, "Where did all these parasites come from? Don't kill them, get out of here!"
She immediately jumped back into the car. While everyone else was quickly getting into the car, Nanmen Jue jumped out instead and grabbed Ji Chengying by the collar like a rabbit.
"Brother Nanmen!" Ji Chengying screamed.
"Why are you hiding? These are all ready-made points," Nanmen Jue said.
"Stop joking! You might earn this point, but you might not live to see it!" Deng Erhuai yelled at them. "Get in the car! Once we're surrounded, we won't be able to get out!"
“It won’t take that long.” Nanmen Jue stared at the swarm of parasites, a smirk playing on his lips. “Each one costs at least fifty points, so five thousand points would be enough for a hundred.”
After saying that, she grabbed Ji Chengying and rushed out.
The others were stunned, but instead of leaving immediately, they peeked out to look.
Nanmen Jue, annoyed that Ji Chengying was running too slowly, hoisted her onto her shoulder and rushed towards the parasite. This time, she used her true speed, and even Deng Erhuai could not see her movements clearly. She held Ji Chengying in her arms and dragged the parasite towards her.
In the silent night, only Ji Chengying was desperately howling at the top of her lungs, howling and crying as she killed the parasites.
"Brother Nanmen, you are truly my brother, I will thank you for the rest of my life!" she cried loudly.
Because her voice was so loud, the parasites around her were all drawn to her, while nothing happened to the car, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
"Good energy, bring a few more," Nanmenjue said.
Ji Chengying let out an even louder wail.
Nanmen Jue didn't count how many she killed. Seeing that the parasites were surrounding her more and more, although she wasn't afraid, the ubiquitous mycelium was still a bit of a problem. She then carried Ji Chengying through the encirclement and returned to the car.
This time, she put the person in the truck bed. The truck had been waiting for them for a long time, and it sped off in a flash. Ji Chengying cried her eyes out.
Nanmen Jue showed absolutely no empathy. "How many points do you have?"
Ji Chengying hiccuped as she cried, and amidst the mixed gazes of the others, she opened the panel, glanced slyly at Nanmen Jue, and said, "Four, four thousand."
Nanmen Jue stared at her with a half-smile. Her sobs grew softer and softer. She lowered her head, wiping away her tears, and said dejectedly, "Six thousand three."
Everyone gasped, their expressions changing.
Is this what it means to... cling to someone's coattails? Such a powerful and influential person!
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