Absolute Gate

Chapter 85 The Florida Clan
"Wow!"

Wu Zhong, dragging Onion, burst out of the air chamber and crashed headfirst into the top of the rock.

My head was throbbing with a buzzing pain; he had slammed it open, leaving a dent in the top, and debris was flying everywhere.

As soon as Wu Zhong landed, he turned around and saw a beam of light shining on a pool of water that looked like a hand extending out of the water.

"Fuck!"

Wu Zhong hurriedly retreated, shrinking into a corner of the air chamber.

The right arm emitted a purple light, and liquid was about to flow out.

However, the lump of water fell back into the air chamber, and the surface of the water at the air chamber opening returned to calm.

Chasing after his stuff seems like a never-ending journey.

Wu Zhong stared at the water for a while before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing! Why didn't you follow the plan? Why did you go so deep into the ground!"

Wu glared angrily at Onion.

While he and Yang Chunsha were dealing with matters on the shore, he had already set off to meet Onion.

However, after searching everywhere at a depth of 150 meters, they found no onions.

Wu took the initiative to contact them, but they didn't have any plants either, so he knew something was wrong.

But he didn't know what had happened, and he had promised Onion that he would come to meet him, so he searched downwards.

They searched all the way back to the bottom and saw the faint light of the onion lamp, which saved him.

"I'm sorry..." Onion took a couple of breaths, looking at him with gratitude and apology.

"I...I must find out how my brother died."

Wu Zhong angrily said, "Then why did you go directly to the bottom and deliberately trigger the calamity?"

Onion shook his head: "No, I triggered it by accident."

"I followed your plan, pretending to be possessed to scare Perrin away, except I moved my location to a deeper place."

"You keep saying there are skeletons and statues at the bottom, but I didn't see any yesterday..."

Wu Zhong curled his lip. Indeed, from Onion's perspective, everything was just Wu Zhong talking nonsense.

The other person said they believed it, but still insisted on going to see for themselves.

Only after confirming that Wu Zhong was right did he execute the plan.

The plan was executed very well, and the financier revealed his true intentions.

However, it really did trigger a calamity.

"So you got lost again? Tsk, if you had acted in the spot I specified, this wouldn't have happened."

"I made you start planning at a depth of 150 meters precisely to avoid turning the charade into reality. After all, countless divers have reached that depth and returned safely."

"You're really something, insisting on courting death. Are you out of your mind?!"

Wu was furious. He hadn't wanted to go down when he saw Onion lying dying in the pile of bones.

Even a pig could tell that the onion was acting strangely.

But they've already found the person, and the person isn't dead yet. He can't just watch the other person die.

"Thank goodness, that thing wasn't fast," Wu Zhong said angrily.

Onion said, "Brother, of course it's not fast, otherwise... we would have died yesterday..."

"Hmm?" Wu Zhong raised an eyebrow.

Onion immediately shared his observations, findings, and speculations.

Wu was shocked. So this lump of water had been chasing him all night?
His premonition that something terrible was about to happen was correct; there really was something in the darkness. Luckily, he accepted this fact and used all his strength to break through the water, thus escaping a disaster.

Yang Chunsha later said that his movements when he came out of the water were like those of a giant water bird. Damn, if he hadn't done that, he might have been dead.

"Water ripples... as long as they move within a certain distance above the area of ​​corpses, they will disturb the water spiders?"

"It moves with almost no ripples and is colorless and formless."

"Once it catches up with you, you'll be infected with an effect that makes you absolutely unable to swim?"

"Swimming is prohibited underwater; that's just waiting to die."

"However, it is indeed not fast."

Wu Zhong had just observed that the lump of water encountered resistance when it moved, which seemed strange, but it was true.

It is precisely because it can break through the obstruction of water and move through it, and push aside the waves, that the two types of water appear to be clearly distinct.

Of course, "not fast" is only relative to him, but for ordinary people it's very fast, like a fish.

"Brother Jianglong, I was just waiting to die, but I never expected you to come and save me."

"You saved my life again. Without you, I would have died."

The onion knelt in the air chamber, deeply grateful.

Wu Zhong crossed his arms and said, "It's because I promised that I would definitely come to meet you."

"At first, I thought my plan had gone wrong and had gotten you into trouble... Damn, I only found out after asking Yang Chunsha that you and Pei Lan went to the corpse area."

"You're such a stubborn kid, just like your brother. Shouldn't your brother's death be a wake-up call for you?"

He criticized Onion, saying that although the other party had obtained extremely important information, it was indeed too dangerous.

Onion listened calmly, only to say in the end, "It's alright, I'm just a worthless life, if I die, I die."

"But I didn't expect that you would actually come down to such a deep place to find me."

Wu Zhong curled his lip and said, "What do you mean by 'a worthless life'?"

“I used to think that way too, that I was just a worthless person.”

"It wasn't until I was almost hit by a car and every cell in my body seemed to be desperately saying 'live on,' that I understood... that a person has to live."

Onion nodded emphatically, his chubby face full of respect: "Brother, you're right. I'll listen to you from now on and I'll never do anything reckless."

Wu Zhong's expression softened: "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."

"The client has confirmed that they are using us to test the monstrous creature." As he spoke, he told Onion everything that had happened on the shore.

Onion's eyes blazed with fury: "I will definitely kill him!"

Wu Zhong pondered for a moment and said, "Megal is very strong, and I am confident that he is not inferior to Bronze and Silver level players."

"Of course, nothing is absolute, and skill level cannot represent everything."

"So he would prefer that a group of us die while testing the calamities, and then he would personally deal with the one or two who are left."

"Conversely, we can take advantage of this mentality, have them die one by one, and secretly unite."

“When McGonagall is most relaxed, we take the initiative and become the hunter.”

Onion nodded: "Brother Jianglong, I'll listen to whatever you say."

Wu Zhong glanced at him and said, "Since you're going to listen to me, tell me about your abilities so I can have a better understanding of them."

Onion scratched his head and said, "My multi-dimensional method is just battle qi, and its strength isn't very high. It takes me two moves to kill an elephant..."

"As for defense... it can stop small-caliber bullets, and that's only because I have four times the physical strength of an average person."

"The most convenient thing about battle qi is that it can easily be shaped outside the body, forming a kind of phantom dynamic structure, such as battle qi transforming into fish, battle qi transforming into birds, and so on..."

Wu Zhong said, "That's pretty good too..."

"You always use expressions several times more than normal people; it sounds like you're from the Mad Blood Clan?"

Onion paused for a moment, then nodded.

Wu Zhong laughed and said, "Actually, I had already guessed that the skinny guy might be a member of the Mad Blood Clan. So you are one too. Then why are you always eating on the shore? Is it because you have bulimia?"

Onion nodded: "Yes, I have bulimia, frigidity, and phantom limb disorder."

Wu Zhong stroked his chin: "Your mad blood path is quite good. I remember that phantom limb syndrome is something that only people who have lost their limbs get, right?"

Onion nodded: "Yes, but I just inhaled it directly, and since I have all four limbs intact, this disease basically won't flare up."

"As for frigidity, it is generally considered a good thing, while bulimia is also a good option."

Wu Zhong smiled slightly. He didn't have phantom limb syndrome. If he inhaled onions, his physical condition would be twenty-two times that of an ordinary person.

But there's no rush. This slight improvement in his physique won't make a qualitative change, and having more helpers will be more useful in this mission.

“I’m also a member of the Mad Blood Clan. By the way, which clan are you from?” Wu Zhong asked.

Onion exclaimed in surprise, "So you are one too? I didn't realize!"

Although Wu Zhong has a strong physique, you can't tell from the surface that he is a member of the Mad Blood Clan because he doesn't have any quirks.

Wu Zhong thought to himself that he would probably have to deliberately develop some quirks in the future, otherwise, once people knew that he was a member of the Mad Blood Clan, they would easily assume that he might have some kind of mental resistance.

“Well, my brother and I are both from the ‘Florida Clan’,” Onion told his clan.

"Huh?" Wu Zhong grinned, looking at him with pity.

After becoming a mercenary, he deliberately collected information on various mad blood clans.

Some clans are particularly mysterious, while others are exceptionally active. Some clan leaders are known, while others are unknown.

The Florida Clan is a clan whose true ancestor is unknown, which suddenly spread to Florida this year.

Overnight, hundreds of mercenaries in Florida were infected with the Mad Blood Clan effect, but no one knew who spread it. All that was left at the scene was a line of blood-written words: "I have only 300 days left to live. If no one can destroy the moon within 300 days, then I will end with you."

Without a doubt, this is a blatant threat.

There was a madman who spread his mad blood far and wide, forcing other mercenaries to fight for his life.

Similar situations have occurred before, and there are even professional terms on the forums referring to it as 'bloodline kidnapping'.

But none of them were as direct as the true ancestor in Florida, who didn't even show his face, only stating that he only had 300 days left to live, and leaving it to everyone to decide what to do.

Moreover, it wasn't about driving the clan to profit for him or helping him take revenge; it was a very strange request: go and destroy the moon.

This is very realistic. Countless people speculate that the first generation was infected with some kind of effect and was tormented by the moon. As long as the moon exists, he cannot get rid of it.

Or, it could mean exactly what it says: if the moon is still there after 300 days, he will be wiped out.

I was so desperate that I resorted to this method.

However, this requirement was far too high. The infected clan members were dumbfounded. Their strongest member was only Gold, while the others were Bronze, Silver, or even Iron. Destroy the moon? How could they possibly destroy it?
But what if we don't do this, and he dies three hundred days later? All the clan members will be buried with him.

Everyone must desperately try to destroy the moon, or find a way to switch sides; the latter is easier to achieve.

However, switching allegiance is not so simple; only the first generation can do it. Other first generations will not reveal themselves so easily, nor will they recruit people casually.

Therefore, the Florida clan is widely recognized as the most tragic of the Mad Blood clans, with some members going completely insane and even spreading their influence to others to expand the clan.

If we cast a wide net, who knows, maybe one day a genius will complete the mission? At worst, we'll have more people killed in the process.

However, this led to many people randomly developing severe mental illnesses such as schizophrenia, thus turning the clan into a notorious mad clan, which in turn made them even less popular with other clans.

"You're from that crazy clan... I remember there are less than a hundred days left on the deadline, right?"

Onion said bitterly, "Strictly speaking, it's three months. If the moon is still there by then, we'll probably all be buried with it."

"My brother taught me to live one day at a time, not to think about these things, and to live out the rest of my days well."

"We plan to save 100 million yuan, and then have a wild party in the last month, not caring about anything else, just having fun."

"But unexpectedly, he didn't even live to see the last three months."

Wu suddenly realized why he felt his life was worthless and didn't struggle even when lying among piles of bones on his deathbed.

He only had three months to live, so of course he was fearless.

The fear of death had been exhausted in the past two hundred days, and now I have become indifferent to life and death!
Wu Zhong smiled and said, "Listen to me on this mission, and I can save you afterwards."

"Really?" Onion exclaimed with delight.

Wu Zhong said confidently, "Why would I lie to you? It's just a matter of me saying a word to get the true ancestor of my clan to help you change your allegiance."

Onion, suppressing her excitement, said, "That's great! I believe you! I believe you! I'll listen to you from now on!"

Wu Zhong tilted his head and smiled: "No need to be so polite, we're all brothers."

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(End of this chapter)