Mythology Management System

“Fu Jiu, those people…” Li Si asked with a troubled expression.

Fu Jiu naturally knew who those people he was referring to were—those who were barely clinging to life and on the verge of death.

"Let's feed them a Qi and Blood Fruit; that would be more than enough."

Of these law enforcement officers, only one had a chance of being saved, and he is currently being carried on Lü Wende's back.

Even with the Blood and Qi Fruit to keep him alive, his chances of survival are less than 30%, and the chances of the rest of them surviving are almost zero. Giving them more Blood and Qi Fruits wouldn't help.

The main function of the Qi and Blood Fruit is to strengthen Qi and blood. Promoting wound healing is just a side effect and cannot bring them back to life. Fu Jiu did this just to try his luck, in case he could save them.

Well, actually he didn't have high hopes; he just thought of it as doing himself a good deed.

Wu Song looked somewhat nervous and said, "Chief, I would like to stay for the time being."

Fu Jiu gave him a meaningful look and smiled, "It's alright. These people shouldn't have been abandoned in the wilderness. We can come back after we've settled them in."

Although this place isn't exactly the middle of nowhere, it's not far off. If the bodies of the law enforcement team members have to remain here, and if they're unlucky enough to run into a few monsters that have infiltrated, the outcome is self-evident.

Wu Song remained silent for a long while, then bowed and said, "Thank you for your understanding, Director."

He got along fairly well with these team members, and Captain Xiong Ming had been his guide all along on his path to becoming a law enforcement officer. Therefore, he planned to say a final goodbye to these people before leaving.

The monk and the others all kept silent. In this atmosphere, any words of comfort would be superfluous, and besides, none of them were good at offering comfort.

Fu Jiu waved his hand, and the group left one after another, leaving Wu Song alone, staring blankly at the sky.

"Power..."

He murmured softly, his eyes filled with loneliness. Everyone else was gone, and he was the only one still alive.

He had even been thinking of just leaving this world, but in the end, he couldn't bear to part with it.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky, just like those clichéd plots in movies. Perhaps this land was also reluctant to see them leave.

The blood gradually formed a stream as it was washed away by the rain. The rain could wash away the blood, but it could not wash away the pain.

Wu Song, limping, carried the two team members, who were barely clinging to life, into the house. He tried to perform CPR or chest compressions, only to discover that one of them had been shot through the heart, a wound no less severe than the one Fu Jiu had suffered.

The other person had a hole in his head, making his chances of survival even lower. No wonder Li Si gave them a death notice. Even a peak third-tier cultivator might not survive such a fatal wound, let alone them.

About half an hour later, three people wearing black raincoats rushed over. When they saw the more than three-meter-long corpse of the Caesar monitor lizard, their expressions changed. Especially when they saw the corpses all over the ground, their faces turned so gloomy that they looked like they were about to drip water.

At this moment, Wu Song sat alone on the steps, a desolate atmosphere surrounding him.

My nose felt sore, but I couldn't cry; my eyes were red, but no tears fell.

Unbeknownst to him, his strength had already broken through to the mid-stage of the second tier, and it was still rising rapidly. It wouldn't be long before he broke through to the late-stage of the second tier.

In those half hour, he figured out a lot, and his thinking became incredibly clear. This is probably what is called an epiphany.

Such a legendary, rare opportunity actually happened to him, a mere second-tier cultivator. In the past, he would have laughed out loud in his dreams.

However, he simply couldn't get excited at the moment.

He would rather not have the power gained at the cost of his comrades' deaths...

"Are you the only survivor?" one of the three men in black asked.

After five or six seconds, Wu Song nodded mechanically, looking like an old clock nearing the end of its life, on the verge of breaking down at any moment.

Do you know...?

Before he could finish speaking, his companion tugged at his sleeve, signaling him not to provoke Wu Song.

The three of them were support personnel sent by the law enforcement force: a late-stage third-tier cultivator and two mid-stage third-tier cultivators. This force, along with the manpower of the East District Law Enforcement Team, was more than enough to deal with peak third-tier demonic beasts.

If they had arrived earlier and joined forces with Xiong Ming and the others, even if they couldn't kill the Caesar Giant Lizard, they could have at least suppressed it.

Unfortunately, there's no going back in life, and they were ultimately too late.

Wu Song didn't question them. This was nobody's fault; they were just unlucky to encounter Caesar's giant lizard.

The funeral was held at the Martyrs' Cemetery in the East District, which is only a few kilometers away from the headquarters of the East District Law Enforcement Team. The reason why the cemetery was built so close was largely to make it convenient for them to pay their respects.

With the consent of the team members' families, the funerals were all conducted using simple cremation.

A river runs through the four wards of Shimizu City, which has led to the long-standing popularity of water burial among the residents. However, in recent years, monsters have been rampant in the river, and water burial is rarely used anymore.

The funeral was not a grand affair, maintaining the law enforcement force's usual frugal style, but quite a few people attended this time.

All the captains of the enforcement teams from the three districts were present. The three monks in black raincoats from headquarters, along with a young man with tattoos on his face, were also present.

They were all very familiar with the man's identity. Apart from the enforcer Sun Xiaoman, he held the highest position in the law enforcement team, making him the second-in-command. They also knew his name well—Di Qing.

That's right, he's the one who saved Wu Song back then.

Upon seeing his savior whom he had never forgotten, Wu Song felt no excitement whatsoever. When he faced Di Qing, he merely nodded slightly.

The sounds of weeping and wailing filled the cemetery. Every second they stayed there, the pressure and guilt in their hearts grew heavier.

One of the team members' family members pointed at Wu Song's nose and cursed, "Why is everyone else dead but you're still alive?! Why don't you die with them?"

Wu Song smiled bitterly. Perhaps he should disappear along with those people.

He had already explained the whole story to Di Qing: a mysterious organization happened to pass by and helped them, otherwise he would have died too.

That's what he said; whether you believe it or not is none of his business.

Di Qing patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Do you still want to stay?"

Wu Song shook his head and said, "I plan to pursue my own path."

"I've been lost for too long, it's time to find a path that belongs to me."

Di Qing was very pleased. Wu Song had joined the law enforcement team partly to avoid disaster and partly to repay his kindness. Everything he did was not from his own heart.

Now, he has finally taken this step...