Full-Time Magister: The Strongest Summoned Beast is Actually Myself

Chapter 115, Finding the Monkey

Chen Hao's expression immediately darkened.

—It's finally here.

Since Zhang Xiaohou had no relatives, the military could only inform his classmates of the news. Almost everyone in that year's top class in Bocheng received the message, and the group chat exploded. Some people were mourning, some were cursing, and some were completely silent.

As expected, Mo Fan approached him immediately.

"I need to go to the ancient capital."

"You want to see people alive, you want to see corpses when you're dead."

His tone was more resolute than ever before, as if he were determined to brave even hell itself.

Chen Hao paused for a moment, then said, "I'll go with you."

"You should already be at a high level, right?"

Mo Fan nodded, and with a gentle flick of his hand, a phantom image of a lightning-elemental constellation appeared in front of him.

"High-level lightning element, mastery of constellations, and full mastery of the other three elements, only lacking the Star River Vein."

Chen Hao nodded: "Okay, you can barely be considered to have the ability to protect yourself. Have you awakened a new element?"

"Not yet, let's talk about it when we get back."

……

They boarded the last plane to the ancient capital, the cabin so empty it felt as if the spirits of the dead had already reached out and ripped people's hearts out. Xi'an, once a tourist paradise, now seemed to have its soul ripped away by the undead uprising.

The plane could only land at Xianyang Airport. Xi'an was under complete martial law, with all access points strictly controlled by the military, and every pass had to be checked more than three times.

But for Chen Hao and Mo Fan, these procedures were meaningless.

After the plane landed, Chen Hao immediately activated his flying umbrella, grabbed Mo Fan in one hand, crossed the blockade, and sped towards the ancient capital.

While paragliding is fast and convenient, it is a torturous tool for both body and mind. The wind generated by the high-speed rotation of the propellers is like a knife cutting through the user, which is why they prefer to fly.

Less than two minutes into the flight, the outer city wall of the ancient capital came into view—

It was an ancient wall that stretched like a mountain ridge, vast and imposing, weathered by time, yet still standing like the spine of a giant beast, silently watching over the earth.

It should have been daytime, but the sky looked as if it had been splashed with ink, with heavy, dark clouds that seemed to weigh down on one's chest.

The sunlight was completely blocked, and the whole world seemed to be sealed in an ink painting, with shadows surging like tides in the wilderness outside the city.

There was no rain, no thunder, just deathly silence.

From the air, the land looked as if it had long since stopped breathing, the wasteland as silent as a tomb.

Once the sun sets, the slumbering spirits underground will awaken from the cracks and darkness to begin their hunt for the night.

Chen Hao and Mo Fan headed straight for the Clock Tower Magic Association, where they found Instructor Flying Horn, who had issued the missing person notice, in that ancient and solemn building.

“Zhang Xiaohou’s Xihong team was actually out of contact for too long, so we treated them as killed in action according to procedure. The last signal came from between Yangyang Village and Hua Village.” Feijiao said this with a suppressed tone that was almost emotionless.

"...Default death?" Mo Fan gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white.

Without wasting words, Chen Hao immediately pulled up a map, confirmed the coordinates, and the two set off.

This time, instead of going to find that short, idiotic guy like in the original story, Chen Hao simply pulled out his flying umbrella and pulled Mo Fan into the air. Now that they had both unlocked the ability to fly, they no longer needed to suffer through mountains and valleys to get there.

However, this place is close to the Qinling Mountains, and the threat of the Feathered Demon Clan cannot be ignored. The Flying Umbrella cannot rise too high and can only skim along the terrain at low altitude.

Even so, the speed is far greater than walking.

In less than half an hour, the dilapidated outline of Yangyang Village came into view.

The two landed not on the village road, but on charred charcoal and overturned paving stones.

The entire village looked as if it had just been ravaged by monsters. Houses were leaning to one side, wooden beams were burned and stuck in the mud like tombstones; the ground was full of blasted caves and cracked earth, ruins were everywhere, and not even a bird could be seen.

"This...no way? Where is Yangyang Village?" Mo Fan looked at the ghostly scene before him, his face full of disbelief.

Chen Hao glanced down at the terminal map and calmly said, "The location is correct, this is it. Clearly, a major incident has occurred. The monkey is very likely involved." He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, "However, we haven't found any bodies, nor sensed any undead presence—perhaps he's still alive."

Without delay, the two immediately flew to Huacun.

Compared to the desolation of Yangyang Village, Huacun Village is clearly much more intact.

This is a perilous village located on the edge of the undead zone. The villagers have lived here for generations and seem to have reached some kind of subtle coexistence agreement with this land of the dead.

Chen Hao and Mo Fan dared to enter the village during the day thanks to the high mobility of their flying umbrellas. As long as they left the undead zone before nightfall, they wouldn't encounter too much danger.

Huacun has a large population of several hundred people, and you can see wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys in the distance, with the sounds of children playing everywhere.

In this dead zone, such a lively atmosphere is simply an anomaly.

The two descended from the sky, the spiraling wind of the flying umbrella roaring like thunder, startling the entire village.

The villagers gathered at the village entrance, watching the two uninvited guests warily.

"who are you?"

An old man stepped forward, his beard white and his skin wrinkled, but he was in good spirits—this was the village chief, Xie Sang.

Mo Fan was about to start a small talk when Chen Hao raised his hand to stop him.

Chen Hao, expressionless, pulled out his phone and showed a series of recent photos of Xiao Hou, his tone as cold and stern as a law enforcement officer:
Have you seen this person before?

Xie Sang's face darkened, and his brows furrowed: "Never seen you before. Our village does not welcome outsiders. Please leave immediately."

"Oh?" Chen Hao sneered. "Are you sure you haven't seen him before? This is a military magistrate. If someone in your village is involved in a missing person report, the penalty is at least ten years—for harboring a soldier or suspected murder."

His tone was calm, but every word struck like a hammer blow to the ground.

These villagers, who had lived in the countryside for years and had never dealt with military law enforcement agencies before, were all thrown into a panic.

The villagers rushed forward to look at the photos, and even Xie Sang lowered his head, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"I...I think I've seen this before..."

"Isn't that...that idiot?"

"Yeah, yeah, you idiot! He just hides behind that girl all day and doesn't say a word..."

"That's him! I remember his face—yes, that's him!"

Chen Hao and Mo Fan exchanged a glance, their eyes suddenly hardening.

"Where is he?!" Mo Fan immediately asked, his voice trembling.

Just then, a young woman squeezed through the crowd, accompanied by a kind-looking man. The man was neatly dressed, but his eyes were vacant, and he stood behind her trembling like a child who had lost his soul.

"Zhang Xiaohou!" Mo Fan suddenly stepped forward and recognized his familiar features, and a huge weight was lifted from his heart.

He is still alive!

Mo Fan hugged him tightly, gripping his shoulders: "Monkey! It's good that you're alive, I've come to save you."

Zhang Xiaohou paused for a moment, then suddenly broke free and stumbled towards the woman, burying his face in her arms like a frightened little animal.

"I won't go!" he cried out in panic, clutching the woman's sleeve tightly with both hands. "I don't want to go, I'll stay here..."

Su Xiaoluo gently patted his back, comforting him in a tender tone.

Chen Hao and Mo Fan exchanged a glance, completely bewildered.

It's unclear whether he's faking amnesia or genuinely suffering from it, but in his current state, it's obvious we can't just take him away directly.

The two decided to stay in Huacun for one night to see if the photos and documents could help him recover his memory. If not, they would have to knock him unconscious and take him away.

Of course, Chen Hao had other plans as well.

……

(End of this chapter)