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Ding Boshang was drunk, and he relished the feeling of being completely inebriated. In a hazy state, reality seemed to fade away. The fog thickened, and the car's headlights struggled to penetrate it—horns blared, their echoes muffled by the mist.
His eyelids felt heavy, and he was incredibly sleepy, wanting nothing more than to drift off. Yet, in his mind, a stubborn sense of duty compelled him to persist in his quest to find Xiao Qiang.
Unfortunately, his thoughts clashed with his body's unwillingness to cooperate, leaving him in a state of numbness, half-awake and half-asleep. He had a vague sense that there was an unresolved story waiting to be told...
He and his colleagues were trapped in a cave, dodging the relentless attacks of mutant creatures. His terrified colleagues were trembling, needing his support just to manage a hasty escape.
When a creature resembling a small mountain appeared before him, he made an inexplicable decision—he pushed a colleague toward the beast.
As the monster devoured his colleague, he seized the opportunity to escape. The horrifying screams echoed in his ears as he dashed out of the dead end and ran frantically through the Blood Glacier under the cover of night, ultimately collapsing on the ground and losing consciousness.
When he awoke, he found himself not in the Blood Glacier but in a hospital. The person who rescued him was a helicopter pilot.
According to the pilot, there had been an agreement: the mining boss was supposed to survey the base for two days, and he needed to return on the third day to pick them up. However, when he arrived at the original drop-off point, no one was there.
In the glacier region, communication with the outside world was impossible except through satellite phones. Left with no choice, the pilot flew around in search of the boss.
He noticed thick smoke rising several hundred meters from the original drop-off point and flew over to investigate. To his dismay, he discovered that the camp had been completely destroyed—there were no survivors. Just as he prepared to leave, he unexpectedly spotted someone lying among the rubble; it was Ding Boshang.
Beep—his car did not slow down due to his drunken state; instead, he accidentally pressed the accelerator instead of the brake—whoosh! The car sped up, its headlights flickering as they illuminated a figure standing in the middle of the road.
With no time to brake, he felt a violent jolt as if he had run over something. Had he hit someone? Ding Boshang instantly sobered up; cold sweat poured from every pore as panic gripped him. This sensation mirrored what he had experienced at Blood Glacier—the psychological pressure nearly suffocating him.
Regaining his composure, he fought to calm his racing heart. He opened the car door, remembering to take his weapon with him as he stepped out and focused intently on examining any marks left by the tires.
The ground was empty; aside from a thin veil of white mist, there was nothing else—he lifted his leg casually to leave when suddenly hands shot out from beneath the car and grabbed hold of his pant leg tightly.
This kind of action had once been something he used on others; now it seemed someone had appropriated his original move against him.
A seemingly ordinary human from Dingbao Mountain, how could he possibly catch up to three of them with abilities?
In front of a solitary house that appeared monotonous and eerie, standing amidst the mist, Xiao Qiang and the others halted their hurried steps. He needed to equip Chixia and Redemption of the Fallen with weapons and had to check out the so-called satisfaction shop mentioned by Dingbao Mountain.
On the surface, it looked like an extremely ordinary residence. However, upon closer inspection, it was easy to notice that miniature cameras were installed under the eaves and on top of the pillars.
The rhythmic knocking sound echoed in the quiet dusk, creating an atmosphere of desolation. Xiao Qiang speculated about what kind of person would open the door, his gaze scanning for any signs of a shop-like setup.
Outside the house, apart from some haphazardly planted vegetation, there was nothing else. He recognized these plants as Ivy. If he was correct, there should be quite a few Piggy Bugs crawling beneath those shimmering green leaves.
At the base of the Ivy, in a dense area, there was an empty sealed jar. The letters on the jar looked familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had seen them before.
They stood at the door for nearly twenty minutes before a crisp sound of the lock being unlatched finally broke the silence. Xiao Qiang was sure that the person opening the door had been hiding somewhere, observing them for a long time before finally coming out.
The man who appeared had a fierce expression, a full beard covering his face, and triangular eyes that sparkled with an eagle-like glint. He was bare-chested and built like a grizzly bear. The most striking feature was the shiny gold chain hanging around his neck. With an arrogant demeanor, he scrutinized the three of them at the door and asked in a booming voice, "Who are you looking for?"
"Nalan Shopkeeper."
Upon hearing his name accurately called out, the man slowly opened the door wide, allowing Xiao Qiang and his companions to enter one by one. As they brushed past him, Xiao Qiang caught sight of a tattoo on his shoulder that read "Dragon Rising."
Once inside, a warm sensation enveloped them; it seemed that there was heating equipment installed in the house.
"Dingbao Mountain sent you here?"
Xiao Qiang was surprised; this guy had sharp eyes to recognize them as Dingbao Mountain's guests at first glance. He thought this but still felt compelled to ask aloud, "How did you figure that out?"
"Hahaha! That dog Dingbao Mountain has a distinct scent; anyone who gets close to him will pick up on it."
Xiao Qiang quickly rolled up his sleeve and sniffed vigorously—surprisingly, he found no particularly special smell at all!
"Do you have the money?"
Ah! Speaking of money, Xiao Qiang was taken aback; the money was still in the car on Dingbao Mountain. While he was lost in thought, Nalan noticed something was off with his expression and quickly asked cautiously, "Is it sincere or just a facade?"
"Of course it's sincere. Why would I risk my life to play games with you?" Xiao Qiang knew that these people had a common trait: when encountering strangers for the first time, they often had a playful attitude. To avoid wasting time, he decisively asked, "What else do you want besides money?"
"The head of the Fallen One, or a complete corpse will do."
"..." So this guy really hates the Fallen One? Xiao Qiang didn't dare to press further and teased, "No problem, but I need to see if these things can satisfy me."
Redemption of the Fallen seemed to sense the killing intent emanating from Nalan. Suddenly, he lowered his head and quickly retreated from Xiao Qiang's side.
In fact, Nalan wasn't a supernatural being; he couldn't immediately recognize Redemption of the Fallen just because of that large hood covering his face. However, this unusual behavior caught Nalan's attention.
"Hey, your brother seems off," he said, his eagle-like gaze fixed on Redemption of the Fallen. At the same time, he pulled out a new KT2 silenced pistol and pointed it at Redemption of the Fallen while addressing Xiao Qiang.
"What's wrong with him? It's just that the air in your place is too murky," Xiao Qiang retorted. He feigned calmness on the surface but felt anxious inside. Until he got the weapons he needed, he had to remain cautious. However, he did have one question in mind: what did this guy want with the bones of the Fallen One?
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