“So you’ve been waiting here all this time?”
Chen Huaian shook his head as he watched the plot unfold.
The main mission was to increase Li Qingran’s survival rate in the Central Continent Secret Realm. He had been wondering if he could prevent Li Qingran from going there. Now it seemed the plot dictated that Li Qingran must go to the Central Continent Secret Realm, and it was for making him the Hundred Herb Detoxifying Pill.
What can you say? Although this plot twist was somewhat expected…
It really felt good to be remembered like this.
Chen Huaian thought of his ex-girlfriend from before. It seemed she noticed he made money from live streaming, even appeared on a variety show, and now wanted to reconnect with him through green bubbles to reconcile?
Fat chance!
When he was hospitalized, this ex-girlfriend never came to see him.
Real people in life don’t offer as much emotional value as digital girlfriends.
Chen Huaian shook his head, suddenly catching the scent of blood on his clothes, reminding him he hadn’t changed after all the commotion earlier.
“This hotel is no longer livable. I need to retreat after a shower!”
Chen Huaian tidied up his belongings, picked out some clothes randomly, and went to take a shower.
Ba Ji looked at the packed suitcase. Though it didn’t understand many things yet, it roughly knew the boss was preparing to leave.
[Hopefully, the boss will ignore me when leaving.]
Ba Ji silently prayed in its heart.
Although there was spiritual energy to eat every day at the boss’s place, living there was full of anxiety—it had even lost weight!
If it left the boss, it only needed to find a quiet place to hide. As spiritual energy gradually recovered in this world, there would be more spiritual energy available. At that point, even without the boss’s spiritual plants, it could achieve spiritual energy independence.
Staying any longer, it feared it might develop something…
Yes! Jadeitis!
Ba Ji found an inconspicuous corner to stay in.
Carrying aspirations for a better life, it tried its best to lower its presence…
Hospital ——
Even though Lin Lingling wasn’t yet an official Demon-Slaying Master, Wuzzy Beard still ‘immediately’ rushed to the hospital to check on her condition out of concern for a potential subordinate, while also trying to understand what exactly happened. He remembered Lin Lingling had taken a relatively simple mission, so she shouldn’t have been severely injured based on her abilities.
“A miracle, simply a medical miracle!”
“Amazing, I’ve never seen a human with such strong self-recovery capabilities!”
At the sound of these words outside the ward, Wuzzy Beard paused, sensing something strange.
What’s happening inside? Let me listen further.
“Can you believe it? When I found her, three ribs on each side were broken, but now the six ribs are almost reconnected by themselves!”
“And look at her covered in blood, but just checked—she doesn’t have anemia?! Can you believe it?”
“What does this mean? It means her red blood cells and stem cell synthesis speed is much faster than normal humans!”
“Should we report to the dean? This girl can definitely bring breakthroughs to our medicine.”
“No, her identity is special. I received a call when I entered, telling us to keep quiet—oh well! I don’t know what those big shots are covering up every day, but it’s getting weirder…”
Who would have thought Lin Lingling had such strong self-recovery abilities?
Why didn’t she mention it before?
This girl is truly a treasure.
To officially become a member of the Demon-Slaying Division, two conditions must be met: first, reach the master level, which involves handling 5 cases of any level <Anomaly Incidents>; second, voluntary participation.
Of course, as the Director of the Demon-Slaying Division of Heavenly Abode, he could overlook the first condition and directly promote promising talents.
Like Lin Lingling.
Actually, after understanding the Demon-Slaying Division, very few Resurrectors want to join.
After all, the Demon-Slaying Division used to lack appealing incentives for Resurrectors, and there was a mandatory rule requiring at least one mission per month. Going on missions meant facing danger. Most ordinary people, after gaining superpowers, become inflated in their hearts and yearn for freedom. After experiencing the terror of demons, they yearn for freedom while fearing death.
Money? Some Resurrectors can quickly monetize their powers; the money from the Demon-Slaying Division isn’t rare to them.
It’s difficult to punish those Resurrectors who abuse their powers.
If someone finds treasures at antique stalls and resells them, as long as it doesn’t harm society, how can you charge them with illegal acquisition of property?
Therefore, recruiting new members has always been challenging.
Lin Lingling was an exception.
Her parents divorced, neither cared about her, and she couldn’t afford school.
She desperately needed money, so when he offered it, this usually starving girl was deeply moved and swore she would definitely join the Demon-Slaying Division.
But after testing, her initial strength was only at the White Level, and she lacked any self-recovery ability.
Could it be that after this dangerous experience, her self-recovery ability awakened?
He couldn’t eavesdrop anymore.
He then showed his credentials to the doctors.
“Alright, there’s nothing for you here. Please leave.”
Upon hearing this, the doctors left the intensive care unit.
Wuzzy Beard then injected a needle into Lin Lingling’s arm.
In less than ten minutes, Lin Lingling woke up from anesthesia.
“Boss?” Lin Lingling’s eyes were still dazed upon seeing Wuzzy Beard.
Wuzzy Beard waved the used needle: “High-speed Cell Healing Agent, 10 merit points, owed for now.”
“Thank you.” Lin Lingling bit her lips, feeling grateful.
Each mission earns 1-100 merit points depending on difficulty.
She only had three merit points, far from enough to buy such healing medicine.
“Don’t mention it, it’s all investment,” Wuzzy Beard sat beside Lin Lingling’s bed, lighting a cigarette:
“Tell me, how did a regular mission’s demon beat you up like this?”
“The intelligence was wrong.” Lin Lingling became angry at the mention, gritting her teeth: “I don’t know how long this task was posted, damn it, the intel said it was a Class A Black Rat Spirit, but when I got there, it wasn’t one—it was a group!”
“Did they reproduce?” Wuzzy Beard raised an eyebrow.
“Yes! Two adult Black Rat Spirits led a group of young ones. Fortunately, they don’t like meat, otherwise, I’d be dead.”
Seeing Lin Lingling’s angry expression, Wuzzy Beard awkwardly scratched his nose.
As the director of the Demon-Slaying Division, failing to update the intelligence was his fault.
But could he be blamed?
The Demon-Slaying Division had so few personnel!
He had just returned from a mission himself, not even sitting down properly.
This time experimenting with the [Gui Yuan Zhen Gong] sent from above, it was truly effective!
Previously, facing Class A demons, he would hesitate, but with Gui Yuan Zhen Gong, he could directly punch hard, driving the dog demon to flee in panic.
The Demon-Slaying Division will get better in the future.
Thinking this way, his guilt disappeared instantly.
Tonight, he would give a scroll of Gui Yuan Zhen Gong to Lin Lingling as compensation, enhancing her survival ability.
“How many did you kill?” Wuzzy Beard forcibly changed the subject.
“The females,” Lin Lingling said expressionlessly, “All the young ones too, the male got angry, I couldn’t fight him.”
Wuzzy Beard was momentarily stunned. Good grief, if it were him, he’d be angry too.
Still, he consoled her: “You’ve done well. This mission counts as completed, I’ll send someone to clean up soon… By the way, did you use the concealment potion?”
Upon hearing this, Lin Lingling’s face immediately turned pale.
Her confused mind finally remembered what key information she had forgotten.
Wuzzy Beard: “Why aren’t you speaking?”
“I… I thought this mission was simple, sure to succeed, so I didn’t buy the potion…” Lin Lingling wailed.
Wuzzy Beard’s expression also changed.
That meant… Chen Huain…
“Boss, quick, save him!”
A few doctors were still eavesdropping outside the door.
With a loud bang!
The ICU door flew sideways and stuck into the wall.
They only saw a dark shadow disappear through the eighth-floor window.
