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

Chapter 48 Dongting Lake

The lake was less foggy in the afternoon than it was in the morning.

But the oppressive feeling pressing down on the water's surface only intensified.

Lingling chose a spot not far from the area where she went missing, with a fairly open view, and crouched down to place several simple detection devices around her.

The devices were small, but once there were obvious fluctuations of demonic energy underwater, or a large target approached, the data would be immediately fed back to the laptop in her hand.

Mo Fan stood to the side, glanced at it twice, and clicked his tongue.

"They brought quite a complete set."

Lingling didn't reply, only looking down at the settings. On the laptop screen, a string of tiny data points kept flashing, reflecting her calm and focused profile.

Once the last device was buried in the wet mud, she stood up, clapped her hands, took a miniature headset out of her bag, and tossed it directly to Mo Fan.

"Put it on."

Mo Fan caught it and casually put it into his ear.

"And you?"

Lingling raised her finger and pointed to the higher earthen slope behind her.

"I'll go over there and keep an eye on things. The view is better from there, and I'll be the first to see any changes around you."

Mo Fan glanced in the direction she pointed and nodded.

That location isn't far; if something really happens, there'll be time to help.

Lingling put away her notebook, her gaze lingering on him for a moment.

"Be careful, don't get eaten."

Mo Fan twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, I'm tough."

Lingling didn't say anything more and turned to walk away.

Mo Fan watched her figure disappear behind the earthen slope, then raised his hand to stretch his wrist and slowly put away the nonchalant look on his face.

He turned and walked to the exposed rock on the shore, casually scooped up two small fish that had been stranded due to the rising tide, then squatted down, took out a dagger, and slowly scraped off the fish scales.

The blade sliced ​​along the fish's belly, releasing a faint fishy smell that mingled with the damp, stifling air by the lake.

From a distance, Mo Fan really did look like a hunter who had temporarily stopped by the lake to sort out his catch, his posture relaxed and carefree, not taking his surroundings seriously at all.

Half-dried water plants and slender, withered branches floated on the lake's surface, carried away by a gentle breeze towards Mo Fan's feet.

Mo Fan lowered his eyes, absentmindedly scraping fish scales with the dagger in his hand.

These creatures that like to lurk close to the shore are most vulnerable to being alerted.

If you're going to go fishing, at least make it look convincing.

next second.

Suddenly, a clear voice came through the earpiece.

"The half-withered water plants in front of you just moved."

Mo Fan's eyes narrowed instantly, and the lazy smile on his lips vanished completely.

He didn't look up immediately, but instead glanced over there discreetly while cleaning the fish.

But the patch of water plants quickly returned to calm.

The wind blows, the water ripples.

It was as if that movement had been carried by the wind.

Mo Fan didn't move, nor did his hands stop moving. The blade continued to slowly slice along the fish's belly, producing a subtle yet rhythmic sound.

In situations like this, whoever loses their composure first will lose.

Time passed little by little.

Half a minute.

five minutes.

The shallows were so quiet it was almost oppressive, and the sound of the wind whistling through the reeds was particularly eerie.

Mo Fan squatted by the rock. The fish beside him had been cut open, and blood mixed with mud flowed into the cracks in the rock.

This thing can be hidden even better than I imagined.

But the more this happened, the less anxious he became.

The half-dried water plants on the water's surface had drifted from in front of Mo Fan to his right rear.

Just then, Lingling's extremely low voice suddenly came through the earpiece.

"Something's wrong with the water to your right rear."

Mo Fan's heart skipped a beat, but his face showed no sign of surprise.

He maintained his original posture, only glancing to his back as the blade grazed the fishbone, taking advantage of the slight reflection.

His pupils constricted abruptly at that glance.

Less than five meters away from him, a very shallow dark line appeared on the surface of the water.

The ripples weren't created by the wind.

It looked more like something enormous was slowly moving closer, inch by inch, close to the bottom of the water.

It moved extremely slowly and steadily, making almost no sound.

If Lingling hadn't reminded him, Mo Fan would have had a hard time noticing it immediately.

That's fucking despicable...

Closer, even closer, and I'll send you to your grandmother's house with a powerful punch.

"It stopped," Lingling's voice came again.

Mo Fan paused slightly with the dagger in his hand, and a hint of coldness slowly crept into his eyes.

"Are you waiting for me to make a mistake?"

"Very similar."

Mo Fan smiled slightly and casually tossed the fish in his hand forward.

"Then I'll show it one."

The fish fell into the shallow water ahead with a soft "splash," creating a small ripple.

At the same time!

"Whoa!!!"

The water to the right rear suddenly exploded!

The dark figure burst forth, skimming through the mud and water, and the stench almost instantly pressed down on the back of Mo Fan's neck!

Mo Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold, his shoulders and back slumped, and he used the momentum of his forward lunge to propel himself forward.

"Shadow Disappearance!"

His body seemed to suddenly become ethereal for a moment, and he slid away from the spot, leaving only a long, faint afterimage beside the stone.

"Sizzle!"

Its sharp teeth missed their target, tearing through the afterimage and ripping the hem of Mo Fan's clothes to shreds in the process.

Mo Fan appeared a few meters away, his shoes gliding half a step through the wet mud. He pressed one hand on the ground and used the momentum to flip himself over and stand firmly.

He glanced down at the torn back of his coat, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"Still acting tough even after biting through empty air?"

At this moment, he finally saw what the thing looked like.

Its massive body lay prone on the edge of the shallow water, like a black, grotesque rock that had just emerged from the mud. Its back was rough and undulating, its hide incredibly thick, and a huge mouth slowly opened, revealing two rows of densely packed, white teeth. Turbid water plants, mud, and half a fish carcass that had just been thrown out of its mouth clung to the corners of its mouth.

What was most terrifying were its green eyes. Mo Fan narrowed his eyes, the murderous intent in them growing deeper.

A series of hurried footsteps came from behind, and Lingling had already rushed down the earthen slope. When she saw the specific outline of the demon, its carapace, and the way its limbs were exerting force as it lay prone on the bank, her expression changed instantly.

"The lurking crocodile in the pool, a great warrior!"

"Be careful, it's good at pouncing and dragging, don't let it get close!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the giant crocodile in the pool suddenly braced itself with its limbs!

The mud and water exploded with a roar, and the huge body surged up again, skimming the shallows. Its open mouth almost brought a foul stench, and it bit down at Mo Fan's head!

"Again?!"

Mo Fan's eyes flashed, and he stomped his foot, sliding sideways as he went. The giant crocodile's sharp teeth almost grazed his shoulder, biting through the wood behind him with a "crack," sending fragments flying everywhere!

Mo Fan took advantage of the momentum to pull back half a step, and flames ignited in his hand!

"Fierce Fist - Heaven-Shattering!"

"boom!"

The wave of fire, carrying the impact, exploded violently, evaporating the surrounding dampness into plumes of white smoke. The massive head of the crocodile was blasted to the side, half of its body momentarily frozen in flames, a charred patch instantly appearing on its thick carapace!

Take advantage of its illness to kill it.

The flame in Mo Fan's right hand instantly condensed into a long, golden-red staff.

The moment the staff appeared, a wave of scorching heat rippled out again.

Mo Fan held the stick, a grin spreading across his face, but his eyes were terrifyingly fierce.

"It's my turn to repay you for that bite you just took."