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"Haha, burp, well, my brother, let me tell you, back in the day when I was young, I was a genius of the Reformist movement. Ah, how time flies; now I've fallen to such depths—it's truly sad and lamentable."
He grabbed a few sips of Erguotou and tossed them into his mouth, his eyes filled with melancholy.
"However, life isn't so bad now," Ye Wumeng observed Anlius's current state, noticing that he seemed completely immersed in memories, almost inebriated.
"I must say, this Erguotou is a perfect match," he continued. "Anlius, actually I have some news. The Bonfire Group has tracked down the instigator of this attack; they should be able to capture him soon."
"Oh, really? Haha, that's great!" Anlius replied, his expression barely changing, as if he had no connection to that mysterious creature at all.
"Yes, I heard that the Bonfire Group found out that the instigator escaped from the Refugee Zone not long ago. Ah, one can't help but sigh at this world."
Ye Wumeng rubbed his forehead and glanced at Anlius's expression from the corner of his eye.
Anlius still wore that half-drunken look, sipping on his drink while munching on Corpse Beans, mumbling indistinctly. "Burp, I just hope it doesn't involve me."
"Is it really not him?" After several rounds of probing, Anlius had shown no signs of anything unusual.
Could it be that he had misjudged? But where could that creature run off to?
Knock knock knock.
A faint knocking sound came from beneath the small house.
So familiar...
Ye Wumeng recalled that when he had tested Anlius with Corpse Energy Base Liquid before, a similar sound had occurred. At that time, he was lost in sorrow over his inability to find medicine and completely overlooked this detail.
Could there be a basement down there?
He needed to find an opportunity to distract Anlius and check it out. After all, he had promised Xu Duan to investigate Anlius; he had to see for himself.
However, the faint sound brought a glimmer of clarity back to Anlius's eyes. He set down the Erguotou in his hand and drunkenly said to Ye Wumeng, "Brother, since it's so dangerous right now, you should head home and take shelter."
Ye Wumeng understood the implication in his words. The time was drawing near for his meeting with Lu Hao, so it was indeed time to leave. "In that case, I'll take my leave first. See you later, Anlius."
Ye Wumeng stood up, glanced at the somewhat dazed Anlius, and quickly exited the small room. Once Ye Wumeng was gone, Anlius swayed his head slightly, the haze in his eyes lifting considerably. He walked to the door and secured it tightly.
"I can't believe you're actually part of the Bonfire Group; I really underestimated that. But at least I've completed half of the mission," he muttered to himself, feeling the effects of the alcohol hit him hard.
Returning to the table, he looked at the bag of Corpse Beans that remained uneaten. He sealed it up and made his way back to his bed, lying down and closing his eyes. The faint thumping sound continued from the floor.
"Is everything really alright?"
"Don't worry, it's fine. Just keep an eye on the shop; I'll be back soon."
After hanging up with Lu Hao, Ye Wumeng walked slowly on his way back to the store. There was definitely something wrong with the basement under the small house.
He had suspected that the monster had hidden itself in the basement, but he couldn't act recklessly just yet. Striking a snake requires hitting its vital point; Ye Wumeng needed a decisive blow!
However, he knew that old man Anlius wouldn't let him investigate the basement easily. Anlius had always stayed in the shop and never left even for something as significant as the Camp Leader Election!
He needed a way to draw him away—something that would force Anlius to leave. As Ye Wumeng walked, he rubbed his chin in thought while observing a group of curious refugees gathered nearby, whispering among themselves.
"The owner of Supermodel Doll is here again to chat with Anlius."
"Well, it's not the first time; what's so surprising about it?"
"With how often he comes by, he must be looking for Anlius's Divine Medicine."
"Divine Medicine? Please! It's been over a year; have you seen Anlius actually save anyone? So many people come every day asking for Divine Medicine; even if you don't have a single voucher, he'll still give you a bottle."
One of them, looking older and seemingly a long-time resident of the Refugee Zone, scoffed disdainfully.
Ye Wumeng listened to the discussions of the refugees, a sudden spark of inspiration lighting up his mind. He quickened his steps and swiftly approached the Old Refugee, his face devoid of expression.
The group of refugees was startled by Ye Wumeng's abrupt appearance, their hearts racing with fear as they wondered if their words had angered this merciless store manager. Trembling, they hurriedly scattered like birds startled from their perch, with the Old Refugee being the fastest to flee. The moment he saw Ye Wumeng, he turned and ran backward, but unfortunately for him, Ye Wumeng was precisely there to confront him.
In an instant, Ye Wumeng grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and lifted him off the ground. "Ah, it's the Store Manager! I was wrong, I deserve this! I shouldn't have spoken about you behind your back; I'm worse than a pig or a dog!" The Old Refugee wailed, realizing escape was futile. He resorted to the traditional ability of refugees: Superluminal Slide Kneel!
His voice was pitiful as he frantically slapped his own cheeks, tears streaming down his face mixed with snot, embodying utter humility.
"Alright, I'm generally a kind person; I just want to ask you something," Ye Wumeng said.
At those words, the Old Refugee's mind involuntarily flashed back to the first time he had seen Ye Wumeng. That night, Ye Wumeng's face had been smeared with blood, dragging a headless corpse behind him for three miles without a hint of emotion.
"Are you really kind?"
Gulp.
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