Chapter 120
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Hundreds of plastic people hung with their heads swaying in the wind, their bodies hanging straight down, lifeless, like human-shaped “fruits” growing on the towering tree.
These plastic people were all humans who had been turned into plastic like Song Yuran by the Anomaly. Seeing this number, Lou Yan understood where all the missing people had gone in the past few days.
Indeed, they had been captured by the Plastic Man. Lou Yan’s eyes darkened.
In just a few days, the Plastic Man had killed so many people. If they didn’t act soon, more would die.
Those white vines were not vines but the roots of this towering tree. Lou Yan suspected that the flesh and blood of these dead humans were being used as nutrients for the growth of this towering tree.
He looked down and saw the ground covered with densely packed roots, which extended into the walls of the corridor.
Lou Yan was horrified at the thought that if the entire sewer system of Chengjiang City were filled with these roots… Chengjiang City would become a dead city at any time.
Fu Xuezhou carried Lou Yan closer to the towering tree.
Just as they took a few steps, a stiff-faced plastic person walked out from under the tree toward them.
Then, one plastic person after another appeared to block their way, roughly counting, there were actually twenty or thirty of them.
The sight of the plastic people closing in all together was chilling, but Fu Xuezhou didn’t slow down. At the same time, a burst of orange flame suddenly surged from under his feet.
The high-temperature flames swiftly wrapped around Fu Xuezhou’s calves, accompanied by scorching waves of heat, but they were controlled extremely delicately, not even burning Fu Xuezhou’s pants.
With every step Fu Xuezhou took, the flames under his feet would burn through the white tree roots trying to entangle his feet, leaving behind gray-black footprints emitting flames. The flames burned along the edges of the footprints on the white roots, instantly igniting a large fire.
The plastic people were deterred by the flames on Fu Xuezhou’s body and dared not approach, instead forming a circle around the two of them. Fu Xuezhou looked at the tree outside the encirclement and said to Lou Yan, “Get ready.”
Lou Yan instinctively hugged his neck, and in the next instant, Fu Xuezhou leaped over the circle of plastic people with a powerful jump, landing directly in front of the towering tree.
Fu Xuezhou looked up at the towering tree, squinting his eyes. He jumped onto the tree again, using the protrusions and branches on the tree to swiftly ascend.
The wind whistled past his ears, and a sense of weightlessness spread throughout his body with each jump.
Fu Xuezhou left behind a trail of burning flames with each step, but as they ascended rapidly, hundreds of plastic people hanging from the branches awakened from their deathly state and struggled to reach out and grab Fu Xuezhou and Lou Yan.
After being pulled again, Lou Yan couldn’t bear it and drew out his spinal whip. Carefully avoiding the sharp bone spikes on the whip, he used the whip to push away the hand, preventing this plastic person from becoming another bleeding human who could still be saved like Song Yuran.
“They can’t be saved,” Fu Xuezhou said as he jumped up again, “Don’t let them get close to me, assistant.”
Lou Yan pursed his lips and tentatively swung the whip. As expected, even if the whip pierced the skin of the plastic people, no blood flowed from their wounds.
These humans were completely dead.
Next, Lou Yan showed no mercy. The whip swung out shadows, protecting himself and Fu Xuezhou perfectly, fulfilling his duty as an “assistant.” Even the tree vines reaching from behind were knocked down, surprising Fu Xuezhou.
“Don’t look at me,” Lou Yan glanced at Fu Xuezhou and lightly retorted his earlier command, “Hurry up. If you can’t run, put me down.”
“Can’t run?”
Fu Xuezhou repeated Lou Yan’s words, smiling ambiguously, then picked up the pace, seemingly effortlessly even while carrying Lou Yan.
The towering tree was incredibly tall, but the higher they went, the thinner the trunk and the sparser the branches. When they reached the top of the tree, they saw a white plastic mannequin with no facial features half wrapped in the center of the treetop.
The lower body of this mannequin merged with the white giant plastic tree. At first glance, it seemed as if the entire towering tree was the lower half of this mannequin’s body. It was completely white, with slender hands crossed in front of its chest, giving it a somewhat sacred appearance like a mythical statue.
The plastic mannequin slowly turned its face without features toward Fu Xuezhou and Lou Yan.
[Spiritual Power: 115/140]
Crisis Perception had been sounding continuously since entering the Anomaly Domain, and now it was working again. Lou Yan instinctively felt something was wrong and spoke up, “Jump up quickly!”
As he spoke, Fu Xuezhou had already leaped high. Lou Yan looked down and saw that the place where they had stood before had turned into a pool of plastic slime. If they hadn’t reacted quickly, Fu Xuezhou would have been half stuck in the tree.
There was nowhere to land around them. Fu Xuezhou landed on the treetop, but in a different spot, landing behind the plastic mannequin’s head.
However, the plastic mannequin turned its head 180 degrees, looking back at Fu Xuezhou and Lou Yan. This time, before it could make a move, the orange flames under Fu Xuezhou’s feet suddenly surged, and two flames swiftly ignited along the edge of the treetop, burning into a ring of fire in a short moment!
“Ah—!”
The plastic mannequin struggled with open arms, emitting a piercing scream from being forced back by the high-temperature flames.
Fu Xuezhou carried Lou Yan into the ring of fire and calmly walked up to the plastic mannequin. He finally let go of Lou Yan and reached out, pressing firmly against the plastic mannequin’s chest. His fingers pierced the plastic mannequin’s skin and entered its body.
Lou Yan understood his actions at a glance. As expected, in the next second, Fu Xuezhou pulled out a still-beating white heart from the plastic mannequin’s body.
The heart looked strange, not like plastic in texture, but also not like flesh and blood. Fu Xuezhou casually put the heart in his pocket, looking extremely relaxed with every movement.
Indeed, it was quite easy… Most of their time was wasted on the road, and it had only been about ten minutes since they actually started killing the plastic people.
As Lou Yan thought, he felt the white giant tree beneath his feet begin to sway. Looking down, he saw the tree starting to crack, with countless branches falling off. With the plastic people dead, the tree was also about to collapse.
Fu Xuezhou stepped towards Lou Yan. “Time to go.”
“How do we go?” Lou Yan took a step back at his movement, the resistance in his expression clear to Fu Xuezhou. “Tell me how to leave; I can leave on my own.”
Fu Xuezhou stopped, no longer stepping forward, but looked up at the top — there was a sewer manhole.
Using the momentum from the treetop, he leaped upwards like an arrow, pushing open the manhole cover and leaving the underground.
White light and rainwater poured in from the manhole, and Lou Yan glanced at the distance between the manhole cover on the dome and him, less than ten meters. He should be able to do it.
Lou Yan bent one leg back, gathering strength in his whole body. When he felt his body was ready, he followed Fu Xuezhou’s example and pushed hard with both legs, holding his breath as he shot towards the opening.
The feeling of flying was exhilarating!
Lou Yan felt like a bullet, easily passing through the manhole cover and leaving the underground. When he landed on the ground, he was even surprised to look at his own legs.
So this is the current level of his physical strength?
“Do you recognize it?” Fu Xuezhou’s voice came from beside him.
Lou Yan snapped out of his thoughts and looked around. The familiar streets and buildings made him frown. This wasn’t anywhere else; it was a green belt behind Lou Yan’s company.
That towering tree was actually hidden not far from his company, which explained why that plastic mannequin would appear at his company first.
Lou Yan straightened his lips. “If we give the plastic people more time, will that tree of theirs grow out from underground?”
Fu Xuezhou calmly replied, “It will grow out tonight.”
Lou Yan muttered, “As expected…”
Fu Xuezhou scanned the surroundings and gradually stopped at the tallest building. “Is that your company?”
Following his gaze, Lou Yan indeed saw his company. He asked vigilantly, “Why are you asking this?”
“The issue of the ghost marriage contract hasn’t been resolved yet,” Fu Xuezhou said lazily, lowering his gaze, “There should be a lounge in your company.”
The implication of his words was crystal clear.
Lou Yan replied, “…Today is a workday, and the employees are all working in the company.”
Fu Xuezhou looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if to say, “So what?”
Lou Yan was momentarily speechless.
Indeed, the issue of the ghost marriage contract needed to be resolved urgently. And Lou Yan didn’t have many places to choose from for that matter. It was either his home, Fu Xuezhou’s home, or a hotel.
His home still had Li Sanxin and the others living there, so it was impossible for Lou Yan and Fu Xuezhou to resolve it there. As for Fu Xuezhou’s territory, Lou Yan didn’t trust it either. A hotel would be convenient, but going to one required an ID card, which Lou Yan didn’t have with him.
The company’s lounge was indeed a good choice. Lou Yan was the boss, so naturally, he had his own exclusive rest area. The lounge was inside the office, secluded and safe. As long as he didn’t call anyone in, no one would disturb them.
Moreover, the beds in the lounge were clean, used only by Lou Yan himself, which made him more comfortable than staying in a hotel, especially for Lou Yan, who had a bit of a cleanliness obsession.
After thinking for a long time, the rain hadn’t stopped yet, and it was even getting heavier. They had only been standing in the rain for a short while, but their clothes were already soaked.
Rainwater slid down Lou Yan’s forehead, wetting his lips, which had peeled a bit from the heat of the underground fire. Suddenly, Lou Yan asked, “Is Song Yuran okay?”
“The plastic people are dead; she will slowly recover,” Fu Xuezhou replied.
Lou Yan nodded, then covered the manhole cover back onto the opening. Only then did he raise his eyelids, looking at Fu Xuezhou in the rain. “I’ve said it before. Where and how to do it, and how many times to do it, must be decided by me. If you still listen to that, then I’ll take you to the company.”
Fu Xuezhou raised an eyebrow, glanced up and down at Lou Yan, his lips curled slightly, neither agreeing nor refusing. “Tell me.”
Lou Yan straightened his back, exuding a powerful aura, his eyes sharp. This dignified and inviolable appearance did not diminish his authority as the head of the Lou family group. However, his face was tinged with a thin redness from the fire, and his facial features were made somewhat sexy by the rain, which, from a certain angle, made Lou Yan’s domineering and stubbornness even more tempting to conquer.
As if unaware, Lou Yan lifted his chin slightly and arrogantly stated his request: “Ten minutes each time, and you leave when I say so.”
Author’s Note:
Director Fu: Ten minutes, you’re actually quite nice
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