Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Shao Pingge lowered his voice and withdrew his gaze from the chaotic battlefield ruins below.

Turning to Wu Hen beside him, he said, "This Fang Mo, his strength is not right."

Wu Hen's face showed no emotion, he just replied calmly: "It's not that it's wrong, it's just that it's ridiculously strong."

"According to our records, he was a rookie who had trouble defeating an E-rank 'Mystery' three months ago."

"Now, he can fight against C-level warriors. In fact, in the outburst just now, his strength instantly touched the threshold of the peak of C-level."

"So, he was the one who caused what happened tonight?" Shao Pingge frowned.

Wu Hen shook his head, with a hint of mockery in his tone: "No, he doesn't have that ability."

"He's not the one who causes trouble, he's the one who's caused by it."

"Didn't you notice? From the beginning to the end, all the 'mysteries' were directed at him."

"He's not the hunter, he's the bait."

"Bait?" Shao Pingge was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

"You mean..."

"Someone is using him to fish, or rather, his very existence,"

"It's a huge vortex that can draw in all the surrounding 'mysteries'."

Wu Hen's analysis was spot-on. "This is much more interesting than his sudden increase in strength."

"Then what are you going to do? The higher-ups want us to observe and not intervene unless necessary," Shao Pingge reminded.

"The best way to observe is, of course, to get closer." Wu Hen made the decision without hesitation.

"You stay here and continue to monitor the energy fluctuations in the city, especially in the direction of Chen Han. I'll go follow them."

"Okay, be careful." Shao Pingge warned solemnly,

"Among Fang Mo's companions, there are some guys with very sharp perceptions."

"Don't reveal your presence. There are too many eyes staring at Jiang Cheng now. We can't be the first to step forward."

Wu Hen didn't say anything else. He just flashed and disappeared into the shadow of the building like a ghost.

On the other side, Fang Mo and his four companions had already moved away from the center of the battlefield and hid in an abandoned parking lot.

Ding Chongfeng sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

He hammered the pillar beside him and said, "Fuck you, Fang Mo, tell me the truth, what's going on with you?"

"Why do those ghosts follow me wherever I go? They're like flies to blood!"

Fang Mo leaned against the dusty wall, smiled bitterly, and tore open the torn clothes on his chest, revealing a wound deep enough to see the bone.

What was strange was that the blood flowing from the wound was not bright red, but a dark color with a strange fishy-sweet smell.

What's even more terrifying is that the flesh at the edge of the wound is wriggling slightly, as if some force is preventing it from healing.

"Still the same."

There was helplessness and fatigue in Fang Mo's voice.

"It's my physical condition."

"My blood has a fatal attraction to 'mystery'."

"As long as I'm injured and bleeding, all the 'mysteries' within a few kilometers will be attracted here."

"Fuck!" Ding Chongfeng cursed, but his tone was more worried.

"There's something wrong with your wound! Why is it getting worse so quickly? The power of that thing is still lingering inside!"

Su Yuan, the only female in the team, walked over quickly and carefully examined Fang Mo's wound.

His expression became serious: "No, this must be dealt with immediately."

"The treatment center in the city is crowded with people and eyes, and once we go in, the smell of your blood will spread."

"It's like lighting a beacon to attract 'mystery' in the city center!"

"What should we do then?" another companion asked anxiously.

Su Yuan made a quick decision: "Go to the far suburbs, the abandoned chemical plant in the west of the city."

"There's a constant smell of chemical residue there all year round, and the concentration is very high, which might be able to cover up the smell of Fang Mo's blood."

"I brought emergency treatment tools that can help you force out the remaining alien energy in the wound."

"Let's do it!" Ding Chongfeng stood up immediately.

"There's no time to lose, let's go now!"

"Wait!" Fang Mo spoke up to stop them.

He looked at his three companions with complicated eyes.

"Don't come with me."

"I can go alone."

"This is too dangerous. I can't let you get involved any further."

When Ding Chongfeng heard this, he immediately got angry and grabbed Fang Mo by the collar: "Fang Mo, are you fucking talking like a human being?"

"We are teammates! What do you mean by implicate someone?"

"You saved my life in the first place. Now you want to get rid of us? No way!"

"Chongfeng is right." Su Yuan also looked at Fang Mo seriously.

"From the day we decided to form a team, there was no question of who would get involved."

"Your business is our business."

"Let's go together!"

The last companion also nodded heavily.

Looking at the unwavering eyes of his companions, Fang Mo's eyes became hot, and all the words he wanted to push them away were stuck in his throat.

He knew that any further refusal would be an insult to this friendship.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the warmth in his heart, and nodded heavily: "Okay, let's go together!"

The four of them did not delay any longer, quickly packed up their equipment, and under the cover of night, moved quickly towards the west of the city.

Long after they left, Wu Hen's figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the parking lot entrance.

He looked at the direction the four people left, with a playful smile on his face.

"A special physique that attracts 'mystery'... a group of loyal companions... this is really becoming more and more like the standard configuration of the protagonist in a story."

He whispered to himself, his voice so soft that it seemed to be blown away by the wind.

"It seems that this vacation was the right one..."