Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

Before dawn the next day, Mo Fan was already standing at his aunt's door.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a series of rustling and rummaging sounds came from inside the room.

"Where's the medicine? I clearly left it here... and the test results, the ones the hospital gave me last time, don't forget them again!"

Mo Jiaxing was squatting on the ground, fiddling around. He had an old, faded satchel slung over his shoulder, and two bulging duffel bags at his feet, their zippers almost bursting open. He wasn't exactly a nimble person to begin with, and in his haste, it looked as if he'd turned half his house upside down.

Mo Fan stood at the door and glanced at it, then couldn't help but chuckle.

"Dad, are you going to seek refuge or moving?"

"Get out of here." Mo Jiaxing didn't even look up, cursing as he rummaged through things in his hands. "Going out for a few days without bringing anything? If I really need something, you'll buy it for me right away!"

"Buying it on the spot is better than carrying all the pots and pans with you."

Mo Fan walked in, picked up a bag that was about to fall apart on the ground, and stuffed the bottle of medicine on the coffee table into his bag.

Xin Xia sat quietly on the sofa, a blanket covering her legs, and a small bag in her arms. When she saw Mo Fan come in, her eyes lit up, and she called out softly, "Brother Mo Fan."

"Hmm," Mo Fan responded, walked over, and glanced down at her. "Are you ready?"

"alright."

Mo Fan nodded, turned around and pushed the wheelchair over.

The movements were quick and steady.

He didn't say anything, but he had been holding his breath since last night and hadn't relaxed for a moment.

He couldn't rest easy as long as the person hadn't left Bocheng.

Mo Jiaxing finally straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked up at Mo Fan: "You've been quite diligent today, kid."

"I've always been this diligent, you just haven't noticed." Mo Fan slung his bag over his shoulder and said nonchalantly, "If you keep dawdling, you'll blame it on me after the car leaves."

"You talk too much nonsense."

After finishing his tirade, Mo Jiaxing turned to help Xinxia up, but his movements became noticeably gentler.

The sky outside was still overcast.

The morning air in Bocheng still carried a lingering chill, and most of the shops along the street were still closed, except for the breakfast stalls which were bustling with activity. As soon as the steamer was lifted, steam billowed out, and the aroma of steamed buns and soy milk wafted far on the wind. Scattered early risers were already making their way down the street.

The group hurried to the station.

There weren't many people on the platform, and the announcements played intermittently. Soon, the roar of a train arriving at the station came from the other side of the tracks.

Mo Fan put down his luggage, squatted down, and tucked the blanket under Xin Xia's legs.

Xinxia looked down at him for a moment, then asked softly, "Brother Mo Fan, will you come to pick us up?"

Mo Fan paused slightly in his movements.

He had intended to casually reply with "Nonsense" as usual, but looking into Xin Xia's eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Yes." Mo Fan looked up, smiled at her, and said, "If I don't pick you up, who else am I supposed to pick up?"

Xinxia pursed her lips, still looking at him.

"Then you can't lie to me."

Mo Fan reached out and gently ruffled her hair.

"I can't lie to you, no matter who I lie to."

Mo Jiaxing, standing nearby, was checking his ticket and ID back and forth, as if afraid he might have forgotten something. After a while, he said sullenly, "You better behave yourself in Bocheng. Stay at school and don't cause trouble."

Mo Fan chuckled upon hearing this: "Is that how you see me?"

Mo Jiaxing glared at him: "Don't you even know your own limitations?"

Mo Fan grinned and stopped joking.

Mo Jiaxing paused for a moment, then lowered his voice even further: "If you don't have enough money, make a call. Don't try to be brave. Also, things aren't looking good in the city lately, so try not to go out too much."

Mo Fan glanced at him and nodded.

"Okay, just take good care of Xinxia, ​​I'll take good care of myself."

This time he answered very decisively.

Mo Jiaxing seemed a little uncomfortable with the formal atmosphere. He coughed and quickly pushed Xin Xia toward the ticket gate.

"Alright, stop standing here and get in the station."

"Oh, right, Dad, I also asked my aunt and my other aunt to come with you. Their train is in the afternoon."

Mo Jiaxing was silent for a while and then smiled wryly, "This brat still likes to trouble people."

Before being pushed inside, Xinxia glanced back at Mo Fan.

Mo Fan raised his hand and waved it at her, still wearing that slightly smirk.

He only slowly lowered his hand as the train slowly started moving, the window gradually slid past his eyes, and finally disappeared completely from sight.

The wind blowing from the platform carried a light and cheerful feeling.

Mo Fan stood still and let out a long breath.

It's finally been sent out.

In this life, he took a step ahead, pushing the most important person out of that disaster first.

All that's left is to deal with the mess that Bocheng is making.

On the way back, Mo Fan felt more and more uneasy.

There were noticeably more city defense mages standing guard at the intersection, and even the standard magical artifacts that were usually just worn as a formality on their waists were being openly displayed today. On the main street, Hunter's Alliance vehicles were passing by one after another, their wheels kicking up dust, moving at a speed far beyond their usual patrol speed.

Even the people selling breakfast on the street speak in a low voice.

"I heard someone died again in the outer city last night..."

"Really?"

"Who knows? Anyway, there have been an alarming number of patrols lately. I think something's going to happen."

An ordinary person might just sense that something was amiss lately, but Mo Fan immediately sensed something was wrong.

In his past life, he knew nothing.

If he still doesn't understand this time, then he must have really been kicked in the head by a donkey.

Mo Fan narrowed his eyes and quickened his pace.

Just as I arrived near the school, a figure darted out from under a tree by the roadside.

"Brother Fan!"

Zhang Xiaohou was panting heavily, as if he had been squatting there for a while.

Mo Fan glanced at him: "What are you doing squatting here, waiting for money to fall from the tree?"

"I'm waiting for you!" Zhang Xiaohou quickly came over, his face unusually devoid of his usual joking smile. "Brother Fan, something's really wrong. There's definitely something wrong lately."

"When do you not jump around in surprise?"

"This time I'm not making this up." Zhang Xiaohou lowered his voice, glanced around, and continued, "Last night the military mobilized people overnight, and my cousin and the others didn't go back until midnight. Also, I heard that the patrol team found a lot of traces of demonic activity around Xuefeng Mountain. The school also held a meeting early this morning, and when Teacher Xue came out, his face was as black as if someone owed him a year's salary."

Mo Fan didn't show anything on his face, but he cursed inwardly.

"Those bastards from the Black Vatican never seem to stop."

It happened faster than he expected.

"Brother Fan, do you think... something really bad might have happened?" Zhang Xiaohou's voice trembled as he spoke, "These past two nights when I go home, the streets feel eerily empty."

Mo Fan turned his head and glanced at him.

Zhang Xiaohou is usually quite timid, so the fact that this guy was so scared means something really is wrong in the city.

"Don't wander around lately," Mo Fan said calmly. "Especially at night, don't go out into the city or to remote areas. If you run into something dirty, you won't even have time to run away."

Zhang Xiaohou was taken aback: "Brother Fan, do you know something?"

"I know you talk a lot of nonsense," Mo Fan said.

"No, I'm serious..."

"Then you'd better listen up," Mo Fan interrupted him, his tone a bit harsher than usual. "Behave yourself these next few days, don't try to be a hero. If you need anything, come to me first, don't go looking for trouble, understand?"

Zhang Xiaohou was taken aback by what he said, then immediately nodded: "I understand, I understand, I'll listen to you."

Mo Fan hummed in agreement and continued walking forward after parting ways with him.

Not far away, the communicator in my arms suddenly vibrated slightly.

Mo Fan took it out and glanced at it.

There are only two sentences above.

"It's not safe in the city lately, don't wander around."

"Especially at night, avoid the old town and underground drainage areas."

Signed: Tang Yue.

Mo Fan stared at those lines of text for a few seconds, his eyes gradually turning cold.

The fact that Tang Yue would proactively send this kind of message indicates that those guys below have already shown themselves.

The old town, the underground drainage area... it seems those guys can't hold back any longer.

Mo Fan put away the communicator, looked up at the darkening sky, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Don't wander off.

In his past life, he found out too late. By the time others had figured it out, it was either the corpse of a demon or the corpse of Bo Cheng.

This time, let whoever wants to wait wait; he won't.

As night fell, the apparent liveliness of Bocheng gradually faded away.

This dilapidated old town looks just old during the day, but at night it becomes rather gloomy. The lamp at the alley entrance has been broken for who knows how long, flickering on and off as if it's hanging by a thread. The roller shutters along the roadside are all pulled down, with only some uncollected clutter piled up in the corners, making a slight scraping sound when the wind blows.

Mo Fan navigated through several side alleys before finally stopping in front of an abandoned drainage outlet.

This area is located on the outer edge of the old town, so it's usually not very crowded, and tonight it's unusually quiet.

Mo Fan did not approach immediately, but stood still and glanced at it a few times.

There was fresh dust on the edge of the manhole cover, and a few dark brown wet marks next to it, not many, as if something had been brought up from below.

He crouched down and gently wiped the wet stain with his hand.

Sticky.

The moment he brought it to his nose and smelled it, the warmth in Mo Fan's eyes vanished instantly.

It's not human blood.

It was not an ordinary livestock.

The stench was mixed with a stale, overripe smell of decay and rot, as if something had been soaking in a damp ditch for years, carrying an inherent brutality and hunger.

The smell of demons.

Mo Fan's gaze shifted, and he quickly noticed several scratch marks on the wall.

The scratches were deep, even scraping off a layer of brickwork, with fresh debris still clinging to the edges, indicating they were made not long ago.

It felt like there was something below, and I tried to push it up.

Mo Fan slowly stood up, his last trace of nonchalance vanishing completely from his face.

The demons are no longer just lingering outside the city.

Now they've even made their way into the city.

"The Black Vatican..."

Mo Fan uttered these three words in a low voice, his voice very soft, yet chillingly cold.

"It's those bastards again!"

Just then, a very faint rustling sound came from under the manhole cover.

Like claws scraping against a stone wall.

It was as if something was crawling up the damp passage, little by little.

Mo Fan's eyes narrowed, and he slightly raised his right hand, with tiny arcs of electricity crackling in his palm.

The sound was getting closer and closer.

Slight vibrations began to come from the edge of the manhole cover.

Mo Fan stared at the darkness beneath his feet, his expression growing colder, and there was no trace of a smile left in his eyes.

"OK."

"Now that we're in the city..."

"Then I'll start with you!"