World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 259: Fellow Countryman Meets Fellow Countryman
Hearing the man speak fluent and clear Chinese from the outside, Lin An began to sized him up.

Although he was supposed to have no connection with the aristocratic family, Lin An answered in broken English, just to be on the safe side.

"You've made a mistake."

"Really? But you look..." The man's lips trembled, "and your clothes are from Heilan Home, right? I bought the same style before."

It turned out to be the case.

When Lin An woke up, his old clothes were gone, and he was only wearing the clothes that Lin Hainan had changed him into.

My father still loves Heilan Home so much.

Once the orbits of "Commerx" separate, remember to ask them for advertising fees.

The person seeking help hurriedly switched to English, interrupting Lin An's wicked thoughts.

"Young man, please save me! My name is Fu Bin, I'm from China, and I was tricked into coming here by human traffickers! They're about to sell us to a mine!"

Traffickers?
Before Lin An could reply, rustling sounds came from the sardine-can-like crowd on the ship.

A tall, dark-skinned, strong man pushed his way through the crowd, causing a commotion that nearly caused passengers on the side of the boat to fall into the river.

"Be honest with me!"

The man walked straight over and grabbed Fu Bin's arm. His strength was so great that the latter's bones made a "crack" sound.

Sensing Lin An's scrutinizing gaze, the man smiled ingratiatingly, pulled out a bulging little bag, and placed it discreetly in Lin An's hand.

"My lord wizard, thank you for saving this ship from those soldiers. This is just a small token of my appreciation."

Some ethnic groups in Bantu cities and rainforest tribes have different customs; they call people with mysterious powers shamans rather than ancestral spirits, though the meanings are similar.

Lin An squeezed the bag; inside was a thick wad of banknotes.

This remark sparked whispers among the passengers. Taking advantage of the chaos, the man's plan succeeded. He quickened his pace and squeezed back into the crowd, trying to pretend that nothing had happened.

"Help! Help!"

Fu Bin knew this was his last chance, so he had no choice but to fight with his back against the wall. He struggled with all his might and shouted hoarsely.

"Shut up!"

The man raised his hand, his wrist adorned with a row of sharp animal teeth, and slammed it down heavily on Fu Bin's Adam's apple.

"Whoosh."

Lin An pinched the red envelope between two fingers, and the Philosopher's Stone turned it into a piece of iron. He used a ki jutsu to propel the flying knife through the air, which pierced straight into the man's spine. He then thrust it forward until he was split in two.

"Crack!"

The cut resembled a neat cross-section, with blood gushing out and splattering all over the tightly packed crowd. The slippery entrails on the ground nearly caused them to lose their balance and slip while trying to avoid it.

"what--!"

The intense physical pain caused the man to scream in agony, and he instinctively reached out with both hands to touch the severed parts of his upper and lower body.

Blood seeped from between his fingers, dripping and staining the old deck red.

According to common sense in physics, he should have been split in two, but because the crowd was too dense, it supported him and kept him in a complete human form, forcing him to stand up with difficulty.

The gentle breeze, like nimble fingers, caught the red envelope that had turned back into a paper product in mid-air and blew it back into Lin An's hand.

Taking advantage of the man's injury, Fu Bin quickly squeezed through the sticky crowd and hid next to Lin An.

He knew he was safe for the time being.

The passengers, who had intended to thank Lin An for saving the ship along with the man, were horrified by the bloody scene. They thought they had just escaped from a warlord only to fall into a tiger's den, and hurriedly pulled out various bags to give to Lin An.

"Great wizard, please have mercy! Let me go!"

How much money do you want?

"My lord wizard, is this enough?"

Such sounds rose and fell, hundreds of passengers shouted and yelled in the heat, creating a deafening and chaotic scene. For a time, the smells of sweat, feet, and decay filled the air.

Lin An couldn't take it anymore, so he pulled Fu Bin down to the top of the ship's cockpit and escaped the scramble for bribes.

His poor fellow villager was suddenly struck by a terrible event and almost fainted.

Lin An gave him some time to rest and looked around from a high vantage point.

The boat had no electricity, no toilet, and not even railings or many cabins. Several passengers who looked feverish were sleeping on the side of the boat, and if they turned over, they would fall into the river, making one hold their breath in fear.

Small boats from the Mazuz market were approaching, and some passengers were trading fresh vegetables with them, oblivious to the commotion.

Rather than "meddling," they didn't want to miss out on the rare food.

Several scantily clad women sat at the stern, scooping up murky river water with long spoons and pouring it into the mouths of a weak, feeble infant.

Lin An looked away and, seeing that Fu Bin had recovered somewhat, tentatively asked him a question.

When you say "you," do you mean there are other trafficked people besides you?

"Yes, yes, yes..." Fu Bin answered groggily. His gaze swept over the human trafficker whose upper and lower body were separated, and he immediately felt nauseous. He waved his hand at Lin An, "I, I'll... vomit right away!" He couldn't hold back and vomited violently. There was nothing in his stomach, only acidic water overflowing.

Seeing that Lin An had no intention of killing anyone, the passengers gradually calmed down.

Some people were still standing on tiptoe to look up, while others noticed that the human trafficker had stopped shouting and threw him into the water to prevent the body from rotting and attracting maggots and flies.

"Plop! Plop! Plop!"

Simultaneously, the sound of something falling into the water was heard from the other side. It turned out that the traffickers' accomplices were scared half to death and hurriedly jumped into the water to escape.

However, the Kuba River has a rapid current and many hidden reefs, so even the various tribes in the rainforest dare not easily cross it.

In less than three minutes, their bodies floated to the surface, their eyes wide open and their faces unrecognizable.

Lin An glanced expressionlessly at the bruised and swollen corpses floating in the water, then turned his gaze back. Compared to those scum who had sought their own deaths, he was more concerned about the situation of his own compatriots.

"Phew... Thank you for saving me."

Fu Bin wiped the acid from the corner of his mouth, finally regaining some of his energy. Unsure of Lin An's identity, he could only communicate with him in English.

“My benefactor, we are a construction team from China Railway Corporation stationed in Lacono, a neighboring country of Bantu. We were doing well until early April this year when all the satellites suddenly lost contact, and a large number of communication devices lost signal. You should know about this, right?”

amount……

Lin An was speechless.

This is most likely because "he" formed an "energy magnetic field barrier" around the planet, blocking the signals from artificial satellites.

Now the red bean paste is truly private and luxurious.

"The news said that no new artificial satellites or rockets could be launched. Once they leave the atmosphere, no matter how advanced the equipment is, it will hit some kind of atmospheric barrier and fall straight down," Fu Bin said with lingering fear.

"Hmm, that's strange." Lin An changed the subject. "Let's get back to how you got kidnapped by human traffickers."

"When we heard the news, our first thought was to go back to China, but the rescue planes were slow to arrive, and I heard that aviation around the world was basically paralyzed."

"What's worse is that our misfortune was far from over. At the end of April, a coup occurred in Lacono, and there was constant gunfire everywhere. Our project, which had been under construction for five years and cost hundreds of millions, was blown to rubble."

At this point, Fu Bin's tone was bittersweet; it was his life's work.

“Initially we thought we should stay put and wait. But as the war grew larger, we went into hiding. About two months later, we heard that we could leave Southern Africa from Ivory Coast.”

"But we hadn't been at sea long when we encountered Somali pirates. They sold us back to the mainland, and we were passed around among human traffickers until recently when we were crammed onto this doomed cargo ship and headed for Cansangone."

Kansangani is one of the cities on the lower Kuba River. It is rich in minerals and there is always a shortage of able-bodied men.

“I almost thought I was going to die in a foreign land. Thanks to you... You look a lot like a Chinese person. I fought desperately to break free from the human traffickers and begged you for help with my last hope.”

The past is too painful to recall. Even with his strong mental fortitude, Fu Bin couldn't help but feel sorrowful and his eyes would redden when he mentioned his miserable life of wandering.

"Two whole months..."

Having escaped the fear of death, his stomach rumbled loudly.

Lin An took out the fried coconut flakes and sparkling beverage he had just bought, and Fu Bin wolfed them down, completely ignoring their cloyingly sweet taste and slightly bitter, burnt residue.

"Where are the others?" Lin An asked.

"Yes, there it is."

Fu Bin pointed to a canvas tent that the passengers had spontaneously built. Through the "One Eye of God," Lin An saw seven or eight people from the Middle Continent crammed into the dark and damp tent.

They huddled in a narrow corner, all of them pale and thin, dressed in tattered and dirty clothes. There were also a few people with faces from the South, probably traffickers who had brought them to the mine.

The human traffickers are dead, and they have regained their freedom, but barring any unforeseen circumstances, the end of their freedom will be the same as before: death.

“Mr. Fu, why don’t you come with me? Once the satellite signal is restored, we can find a way to return to your motherland,” Lin An suggested.

"Great! That would be perfect!"

Fu Bin swallowed the fried coconut flakes. His stomach clenched as he suddenly ate something so oily, but he looked completely satisfied.

"By the way, benefactor, what is your name?"

“Turf Rigel, or you can call me ‘the Ranger’.”

As Lin An spoke, he turned the "One Eye of God" to check the situation in various places.

After helping the group of unfortunate civil engineering students escape the clutches of human traffickers, he continued his search for the reporter.

A premonition flashed through Lin An's mind, and he looked over.

After getting a reporter's location, he rolled down and crawled into the cockpit through the window without glass.

There were two sailors and a captain in the cabin, as well as a pale-faced, freckled, short, curly-haired, handsome young man who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

Faced with Lin An's sudden appearance, the sailors who had been whispering subconsciously became alert, while the young man jumped up like a hedgehog, closed his eyes, and waved his fists.

"Damn it, don't come any closer! Or I'll make sure your teeth kiss my fist!"

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