Resisting temptation makes you stronger? I'm going to build a base and cultivate martial arts.

Chapter 65 The Witch Hunt

"Not bad," Lu Bing blurted out.

Chen Yao glanced back, then turned back: "They're all good kids."

"Be more specific!" Fang Chi took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Lu Bing, and then skillfully took out a lighter from Chen Yao's pocket, lit it and started smoking. "Is there any possibility of independent operation?"

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"Too fast, isn't it?" Lu Bing said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, making him seem somewhat human.

"The situation waits for no one!" Fang Chi's eyes were deep and thoughtful. "While mentoring newcomers has potential, their combat effectiveness will actually decrease in the short term."

Chen Yao and Lu Bing nodded silently.

"Although Minister Qin managed to lure a group of people from higher-ups to come and help, there is fierce resistance within the Administration Bureau," Fang Chi sighed. "I don't think this scheme will last long."

"Old Master Qin's perspective is too high. Using vacant spots in the elite program as bait—it's understandable that the deceased's family would find it hard to accept." Chen Yao shook his head.

"I think that makes a lot of sense," Lu Bing sneered. "Are you suggesting that the brothers and sisters of the dead should inherit?"

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Chen Yao did not refute it.

He chuckled and quickly changed the subject: "The one who stood out the most this time was White Wolf. If you didn't know, you really wouldn't be able to tell he was a new recruit—both in terms of timing and actual combat. Fang Chi is more ruthless than you."

Fang Chi grinned from the side.

"The most crucial thing is that he was actually willing to test the waters himself." Chen Yao recalled the scene of the white wolf jumping onto the stage. "I thought that someone with his personality would send someone else."

Even Lu Bing couldn't help but nod in agreement.

All three were seasoned veterans and knew that the more ruthless a person was, the more they valued their life.

Fighting to the bitter end, exchanging injuries for injuries, exchanging lives for lives, is one thing.

Staying in the back and using teammates to scout ahead is a different matter altogether.

After Chen Yao finished speaking, he looked at Lu Bing again.

Lu Bing narrowed his eyes, recalling for a moment: "His spiritual power is only at the second level, a bit lacking. But I sensed many strange things about him, so he shouldn't be easy to kill—where did you find them?"

"White Horse Street." Fang Chi took a deep drag on his cigarette. "I had to coax and trick A-Yu into getting me specially recruited! Was it worth it?"

After boasting, he asked, "Where's Jingxi?"

"The little girl from the Jing family—she hasn't had enough comrades die, she lacks experience." Chen Yao said with a simple smile, but his words were cruel.

Neither Fang Chi nor Lu Bing were surprised.

That's what perfectionists are like.

When the wind is favorable, they are unstoppable; when the wind is against them, they simply crash and burn.

It's easy to reverse the situation.

Being a leader means watching your colleagues die one after another.

If you can rise from despair and regret, then you've succeeded.

"As for the others, Li Qi cares a lot about his teammates, Wu Xuan is obedient and capable enough, Ji Huaiguang knows a little about everything, and Lü Kui is quite upright."

Chen Yao quickly finished commenting on the remaining people.

Lu Bing had already flicked the cigarette butt far away.

He glanced sideways at Chen Yao, his face full of disdain, and finally let out a cold laugh: "Ha!"

Fang Chi took out his phone, glanced at it, and nodded: "I understand—take them through one more time, then let them go solo!"

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He flicked his hand and then led his two partners toward the people of Class Yichou.

The members of the Yichou Troupe were giving the actors in the opera troupe electrolyte water.

According to the opera troupe, they had been singing here for three days without eating or drinking a drop of water.

"Where are you from, and how did you get here?" the white wolf asked directly.

"The family we were with, surnamed Yuan, from Longyan Village. An elder in their family had died, and they asked us to perform at the funeral. They gave us a lot of money! Who knew it would almost cost us our lives!"

The troupe leader was a middle-aged man.

His face was full of lingering fear as he drank water and looked around.

White Wolf considered the information that had surfaced in his mind since obtaining the scroll, and cautiously asked, "Beforehand, did you notice anything amiss?"

"When I came here before, the old folks said that a play shouldn't be performed for too long, or misfortune would follow," the troupe leader said in a low voice, his head bowed.

"But you still kept singing?" White Wolf narrowed his eyes.

The troupe leader sighed: "Young people, it's not that we're courting death."

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"We've seen it all before. At a funeral, the neighbor on the left has this taboo, and the neighbor on the right has that taboo. If we had to listen to everything, we wouldn't be able to keep our jobs."

"Anyway, we'll just listen to the Lord. If the Lord tells us to finish singing, then we'll finish singing."

"Besides, our opera troupe has its own rules, and we should follow them if we can."

White Wolf nodded: "I understand."

"That's right! So we didn't take it seriously. These old people are strange too, they talk about some taboos in the village, but they all take it more seriously than anyone else."

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"And then?"

"Later—" The troupe leader's face was full of fear, "Later we just couldn't stop. The old people were the same, they would watch and then fall down—and then get up again."

He seemed to suddenly realize something: "Young man, did this family do it on purpose? Did we harm someone?"

"I'm not sure yet. But it shouldn't concern you."

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White Wolf and his companions exchanged glances.

Clearly, this time it's the same as when he was the richest man in Southeast Asia.

There were also those who, after learning of the existence of the outcast, did not report it but instead chose to use someone else to do their dirty work.

But what value do a bunch of old men in the village have?

As White Wolf was pondering, he saw Fang Chi and the other two approaching.

"That's how it is. This thing is formed from the resentment of the empty-nest elderly in the village." White Wolf handed over the scroll. "The effect is to add a filter to the drama, and the old folks love watching it."

"But there are also side effects. If it goes on for too long, both the actors and the audience will become addicted and unable to break free."

"If this continues for any longer, it might even form an alternate dimension."

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"The safe time is ten minutes, while the alternate dimension is half an hour. That should be enough for an elderly person to watch one episode."

"Thus, the two coexisted harmoniously."

"The girl from the Yuan family, for whatever reason, forcibly broke this tacit understanding."

"Also, this reel seems to be quite afraid of her."

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Fang Chi, holding the scroll, looked at the white wolf again: "How did you know?"

"I don't know, but I can sense certain information just by holding it. But no one else can." White Wolf shrugged.

"Everyone, let's eat something first! I'll see what the higher-ups say." Fang Chi took out his phone and quickly reported.

The group took out their dry rations and water and ate a few bites.

Not long after, Fang Chi sighed and spoke again: "It seems we've struck gold. That person's name is Yuan Xian, and she's a graduate student at Yunhai University."

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"The police are also secretly investigating her. Because four girls and one boy who were with her have already gone missing."

"She is highly suspicious, but the police can't find any concrete evidence and are currently struggling with the case. Do you want to take over?"

The white wolf blinked: "You're the boss, we all listen to you!"

Fang Chi smiled and said, "Then I suggest we accept it. There are two reasons. One is that if we don't accept it, we'll have to go back to the Management Bureau now." "Is the situation there really that serious?" White Wolf asked curiously.

"Nonsense." Fang Chi shook his head. "The Ministry of Internal Affairs is investigating a newly formed organization called the Witch Hunters. They're practically ready to drag anyone they see into custody for interrogation. Let's avoid them if we can!"

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White Wolf's heart jolted.