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

Chapter 50 If Old Zhao were here

Deep in the heart of the lake, something seemed to be watching the shore through the mist.

A breeze blew slowly across the lake, carrying an indescribable damp chill.

Mo Fan tightened his grip on the fire stick, ready to give that thing a good whack if it dared to show its face.

Even though there was a thick layer of gray lake mist between them, Mo Fan still felt that there was a pair of eyes coldly watching them from underwater, watching the corpse of the giant crocodile lying in the pool on the shore, and also watching the two of them.

"What did you find?" Mo Fan asked in a low voice.

Lingling didn't answer immediately.

She had already reopened her laptop, her fingertips flying across the data that had just been transmitted from the detection devices.

The curve on the screen had been gradually flattening out, but shortly after the death of the giant crocodile, a sudden and extremely abrupt fluctuation occurred in the center of the lake.

Lingling stared at the screen for a few seconds, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Don't go over there," she suddenly said.

Mo Fan glanced at her, his eyes twitching slightly.

"Since we're already here..."

"I don't do that kind of home delivery service."

"More or less," Lingling said.

Mo Fan glanced at the center of the lake, but ultimately suppressed the eagerness in his eyes.

He may be reckless, but he's not brainless.

Lingling had already squatted back down next to the carcass of the giant crocodile in the pool and started examining the details and traces again.

She lifted the edge of the crack in her carapace and examined the old wounds on her ventral side and the base of her hind limbs.

"Come and look here," she said.

Mo Fan walked over and glanced down at the scene.

The back of the giant crocodile's carapace had several deep, old marks. The wounds had hardened and the edges were black and gray, clearly not fresh.

"Was this one of their own?" Mo Fan asked.

Lingling shook her head.

"no."

"The attack methods of the giant crocodile are mainly biting, dragging, and tail strikes, and the tear marks it leaves are generally horizontal, not crushed like this."

She pointed to the old wounds, her voice lowering slightly.

"It's more like it was directly suppressed by something stronger."

"And not just once."

Mo Fan narrowed his eyes, his gaze returning to the center of the lake.

"So this guy was really kicked out."

Lingling nodded.

"It should be."

"The giant crocodile that lies in the shallows doesn't normally move so frequently close to the shore. The fact that it's ambushing prey in the shallows only means that it can no longer stay in its original habitat."

A breeze blew from the lake, causing the reeds to sway gently.

The surroundings suddenly became even quieter.

Mo Fan paused for two seconds before asking, "What level is that one in there?"

Lingling didn't give a particularly definitive diagnosis.

"At least not an ordinary general."

"Even if it hasn't reached the level of commander yet, it's definitely not something you can touch right now. Besides, it's in the water."

After hearing this, Mo Fan grinned but didn't refute it further; his weakness in naval combat was indeed apparent.

Although he was poor, he wasn't so poor that he lost his mind.

Lingling put the torn strips of cloth and metal fasteners she had just found into the evidence bag and glanced up at him.

"The task is to find out the reason for the disappearance and identify the culprit."

"Now we have the body, the evidence, and the data from the scene; that's enough to get the job done."

Mo Fan's eyes lit up immediately.

"In other words..."

"Eight million is a sure thing," Lingling said.

Mo Fan's expression instantly relaxed.

"Then why bother about the center of the lake?"

"Once the money is in hand, who's going to work so hard?"

Lingling:

She's almost gotten used to Mo Fan's overly realistic reaction.

But this is for the best.

It's at least better than getting carried away with passion.

She closed the evidence bag, stood up, and then took out a silver storage magic item from a compartment in her backpack.

The magical artifact was small, with fine patterns engraved on its surface, and looked like it was specifically used to store prey materials.

A faint layer of spatial light patterns quickly spread across the corpse of the Fu Tan Giant Crocodile. The massive corpse was enveloped by the light patterns, then gradually shrank and twisted, before being sucked entirely into the mold in the blink of an eye.

The lakeside was suddenly empty, leaving only large areas of churned, wet mud and bloodstains.

Mo Fan's eyes lit up.

"Didn't you say I damaged its skin?"

Mo Fan took a step closer.

"So this body can still be sold, right?"

Under Mo Fan's relentless and bombarding offensive.

Lingling finally looked up at him.

"They can still be sold, but the price will be much lower."

After Lingling finished speaking, she began to retrieve the detection devices that had been set up around her, her movements as swift and efficient as ever.

Mo Fan stood there, touching the little mudfish pendant on his chest, in a rather good mood.

A commission fee.

Just a stroke of the pen, revealing the true nature of demons.

The spirit that just entered the little loach.

This trip was a win-win situation no matter how you look at it; in fact, you could say it was a huge profit.

Soon, Lingling retrieved the last detection device.

"Let's go," she said.

"If we stay any longer, the smell of blood will spread and might attract other things."

Mo Fan nodded.

The two retreated along the slippery lake shore, each step leaving a mark in the mud.

After walking a dozen steps, Mo Fan couldn't help but look back.

A thin mist still hung over the lake, layer upon layer.

The lake was so quiet it looked like nothing was there.

But just as he turned around, a very slight ripple suddenly appeared on the depths of the lake.

It wasn't blown by the wind.

It looked more like something extremely large, slowly turning over in deeper water.

Mo Fan's eyelids twitched slightly.

The wind rustled through the reeds.

On the shallow side, the traces left by the battle have not yet been completely erased by the lake water.

Mo Fan and Lingling's figures had slowly disappeared into the twilight on the shore.

The city at dusk was far more bustling than the lakeside. Outside the car window, neon lights gradually illuminated the scene, and tall buildings and streetlights replaced the gray fog, reeds, and the oppressive lake.

Mo Fan leaned back in his seat, the dampness and muddy smell on his clothes not yet completely dried, but the car horns were already blaring in his ears again.

The air was filled with the sounds of pedestrians talking and street vendors hawking their wares.

Mo Fan rubbed his stomach, his first thought being, "I really want to eat crayfish..."

Lingling, sitting next to me, didn't even look up; she was still looking at the data on her laptop.

As the car entered the city, the surrounding lights became denser, and even the air was filled with a unique urban restlessness and the smell of everyday life.

Mo Fan mentally reviewed what he had gained from the day's trip.

Eight million in commission.

The carcass of a giant crocodile, at the level of a great general, lurking in the pool.

There's also a spirit that's already in hand.

Thinking of this, Mo Fan couldn't help but smile.

really.

Hunting monsters is still the fastest way to make money.

By the time the car stopped beside a main road on the outskirts of the city, it was already completely dark.

Lingling closed her notebook, slung her bag over her shoulder, and got off the bus first.

Mo Fan also got off and stretched his slightly sore arms.

"Where are you going now?" he asked.

"The Hunter's Alliance," Lingling said.

Mo Fan frowned as soon as he heard the words "Hunter's Alliance".

"trouble."

Lingling glanced at him.

"Do you want to come with me?"

Mo Fan immediately waved his hand.

"never mind."

"I hate queuing, filling out forms, signing documents, and listening to people talk a lot of nonsense."

"Leave the professional work to the professionals; all I have to do is wait to collect the money."

Lingling seemed to have already guessed that he would say this, and her expression showed no surprise at all.

I will notify you once the deposit is confirmed.

Mo Fan nodded and casually asked, "How long would it take if it were quick?"

"If it goes quickly, today; if it goes slowly, tomorrow," Lingling said.

She paused for a moment, then added, "I will also prepare a separate report on the anomalies on the other side of the lake and submit it."

Cars streamed past on the side of the road, their headlights flickering across the two people's faces.

Lingling hailed a car, and just before getting in, she suddenly turned back and glanced at Mo Fan.

"You did alright this time."

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow.

"If you want to praise me, just praise me properly, don't be so awkward."

Lingling completely ignored the second half of his sentence.

She then opened the car door and got in.

The car door slammed shut, and the car quickly merged into the traffic in the night.

Mo Fan stood by the roadside, watching the taillights of that car get further and further away, and suddenly it became much quieter.

Although Lingling is young and doesn't speak very politely, having her around makes things much easier.

Now that everyone's gone, it suddenly feels a bit empty.

However, this feeling only lasted for two seconds.

The next second, Mo Fan touched his stomach again.

"Let's eat first."

After half an hour.

In a small restaurant on the street, Mo Fan devoured three bowls of rice amidst a table full of steaming dishes, finally feeling as if he had come back to life from the fishy, cold, and damp atmosphere by the lake.

After finishing his meal, he leaned back in his chair and felt much more comfortable.

Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated.

Mo Fan glanced down.

It's a notification that the money has arrived.

His previously listless expression instantly brightened.

On the screen, a long string of numbers hung there brightly.

Eight million in commission.

The money has arrived.

Mo Fan stared at his phone for a full two seconds, then a small smile slowly spread across his face.

"That feels good."

These two words were spoken with great sincerity and emotion.

Immediately afterwards, Lingling sent another short message.