Rotten God Kingdom

Jiang Wang said seriously, "I've reached my limit; I can't use my special ability anymore."

The commander said, "I know."

"Han Lin also has supernatural abilities, and he has a sick ghost by his side, which is the source of this plague."

The commander glanced at the orders issued by the Cleanup Bureau and nodded, saying, "Hmm."

"Then why are you making me go after them?"

"They've fled to the wilderness, making it difficult to catch them again. That sick ghost, roaming the wilderness, could easily breed another kind of monster."

"I understand, you still want me to die."

The commander chuckled, "Don't you want to hear what price the Cleanup Bureau offered?"

"It's pointless. I can't beat them right now. If I could rest for two days and bring enough weapons and ammunition, maybe I'd still have a chance." Jiang Wang was seriously considering whether there was any chance of winning.

"However, two days later, trying to find two people in the wilderness was like finding a needle in a haystack."

You'd better find someone else.

Jiang Wang barely escaped with his life and didn't want to put himself and his companions in danger again because of his arrogance.

Jiang Wang glanced at the busy cleaners around him: "How about you lend me a dozen or so people? A dozen or so cleaners could beat Han Lin to a pulp."

The commander shook his head and said, "This is a mission assigned to you by the Cleanup Bureau; it has nothing to do with anyone else."

Jiang Xin, who was listening nearby, got angry: "You old man, just say what you mean. What are you doing, playing riddles? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up."

Jiang Wang quickly covered Jiang Xin's mouth: "Sorry, my little sister is a bit immature."

The commander laughed and said, "It's alright, she's a very energetic young lady. There aren't many people this energetic in Sick City."

Don't you really want to hear the price the Cleanup Bureau is offering?

"You'd have to be alive to take it." But Jiang Wang was still curious and asked, "Tell me about it?"

"The bureau chief can either cure your sister's illness or give you a treatment method; you can choose."

Jiang Wang pondered for a moment and decided that this deal was worth doing.

But he's really not in good shape right now.

Jiang Wang struggled somewhat.

"You can go ahead and pursue them without worry. The sick ghost and Han Lin's superpowers won't affect you. That's the director's guarantee."

Jiang Wang had to admit that he was tempted.

Whether it's to find a cure for Jiang Xin's illness or simply to send Han Lin, that self-righteous scumbag, to hell, it's all very tempting.

The commander continued to entice him, "All you need to consider is whether you can actually defeat them once their abilities are no longer effective."

done.

What else is there to consider?

Jiang Wang only asked one question.

"Are you really sure their powers will wear off?"

The commander pointed to the enormous corpses beside the ramparts and said, "Believe it or not, that's the director's promise."

Jiang Wang pondered for a moment and said, "I need some equipment."

Jiang Wang grew up in the hunting city; he was a born hunter.

The wilderness is the hunter's domain.

Jiang Wang could hold out against them in the wilderness for a long time, until Han Lin revealed a weakness.

Hunters are never lacking in patience.

The commander had some weapons brought over.

This includes grenades, RPGs, flamethrowers, and some automatic rifles.

Jiang Wang's arsenal was once again filled.

He waited until he was in good enough condition to put the weapons away in the armory, then he walked up to Jiang Xin and flicked her forehead.

"Wait for me in the sick city."

Jiang Xin became anxious.

"Is it dangerous?"

"Probably, but it's not a big problem. That sick ghost's abilities aren't outstanding in the wilderness. As for Han Lin, frankly speaking, he's just an ordinary person."

Jiang Xin was a little annoyed, but she didn't stop her.

Isn't it a matter of course for hunters to hunt?

Jiang Wang rode the motorcycle that Jiang Xin had repaired and sped away through the door drawn by the canvas monster.

……

The motorcycle rolled over the cracked dirt road and withered grass roots in the wilderness. Jiang Wang was driving fast, his eyes constantly scanning the ground, where the tracks were still fresh.

Yu Shuang's small, close-knit footprints, the fibers scraped from the bushes by her clothes, were like a straight line, pulling Jiang Wang forward.

In the wilderness not far from the sick city.

Han Lin carried Han Yue on his back, gazing at the sick city from a small hillside.

"Damn it, I knew the Director of the Cleanup Bureau wasn't that simple. So many monsters, and they just die like that."

A hint of fear flickered in his eyes.

He had planned to take Han Yue to the bureau chief after the city fell, asking him to help treat her illness. Han Lin could also help alleviate the bureau chief's condition and fight off the monsters. Once things were done, everything could be restored to normal.

Yu Shuang squatted down next to Han Lin, her eyes showing less and less humanity.

The line between monsters and humans is actually quite blurry.

Han Lin put Han Yue on the ground and seriously considered his way out.

If things had gone well, he could have easily taken the supplies he bought in the sick city with him. Now, he was leaving in a hurry, and everything had to start from scratch.

Han Yue's illness is most likely incurable; apart from the Sick City, there is no other place in the world that can cure this disease.

all.

Han Lin knelt beside Han Yue, tears welling in his eyes, and said, "Sister, it's not that I don't want to save you, it's just that after planning for so long, I still failed at the last moment."

In today's world, everything else is fake; only hard power is real.

If I possessed powerful superpowers, or if I knew the laws of a city, I could easily use force to make the police chief compromise, but right now I really can't.

If you want to blame someone, blame your brother for being incompetent.

Han Lin made up his mind and abandoned his only sister, whom he was willing to save even if it meant taking the entire city hostage, in the wilderness.

Carrying an unconscious burden, one cannot survive long in the wilderness.

About ten minutes after Han Lin left, the roar of engines echoed across the wilderness.

Jiang Wang immediately spotted the almost transparent body wrapped in a blanket.

He parked the motorcycle, wrapped it again with a blanket, and secured it to the motorcycle with rope.

"Interesting. I almost believed you were a kind and loyal person."

"Your brother is gone." Jiang Wang looked at that almost transparent face and said in a low voice, "But you're not unwanted."

Jiang Wang then rode his motorcycle to continue following the trail left by Han Lin.

Even now, Jiang Wang still has a few questions in his mind.

First, what exactly does Han Lin want to do?

He kept saying he wanted to get better, but judging from his actions, Jiang Wang didn't think he was really doing all this for the sake of getting better.

Secondly, the people of the Sick City rioted without warning. Even if the disease miraculously disappeared, surely they wouldn't just ignore the monster invasion?

Jiang Wang put all of this out of his mind, got on his motorcycle, and continued the chase.

Han Lin heard the engine sound behind him, and his face contorted in pain.

"Why, why did you chase after me? Isn't it better to be alive?"

He gently stroked Yu Shuang's cheek and said softly, "Do you remember who took care of you when you were seriously ill?"

Do you remember who took you to the landfill?

"Without me, would you have survived to this day?"

Yu Shuang tilted her head, revealing her festering cheek, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"Now, it's time for you to repay me."

A look of bewilderment and struggle appeared on Yu Shuang's face, which no longer showed any human features. Those memories that belonged to humanity seemed illusory and blurry, like light spots reflected on the surface of water. But after struggling for a moment, she nodded.

"Kill the men who are chasing us."

After saying this, Han Lin left without looking back.

He's made up his mind; he's going to live in another city.

Go to a city where the rules aren't so twisted.

In that city, no one would know him, and he would let go of all his fantasies, no longer pursue any power, and continue to live as an ordinary person.

Yu Shuang squatted on the ground, looking down at her feet covered in pustules and with her toenails falling off. She remained in this position for a long time, as the wind blew from the wilderness, lifting the hem of her tattered clothes.

Jiang Wang spotted a small figure crouching in the wilderness from afar. Her body was so small that it was hard to notice her at a glance.

There was only one person.

Han Lin ran away again?

Jiang Wang gradually slowed down and stopped about twenty meters away from her.

"Where's Han Lin?" Jiang Wang called out loudly.

Yu Shuang, of course, wouldn't respond; it was just a sick ghost.

"Tsk, I underestimated this guy's shamelessness. He ran away without any followers. Was he scared out of his wits?"

Jiang Wang suddenly remembered something.

"Your name is Yu Shuang, you are twelve years old, and Han Lin has mentioned you before."

Yu Shuang slowly stood up, and something different finally flashed in her eyes. A strange light flickered in her cloudy eyes, then went out again.

What refilled her emotions was a bloody, cruel, and murderous desire.

It is a monster.

In the city of sickness, it was called the Sick Demon; in the wilderness, it was simply called that.

Wilderness monster.

Perhaps those who came into contact with it and survived would give it a name, such as the Pustule Monster or the Infectious Disease Monster.

But none of that matters.

Jiang Wang raised his hands and slowly approached.

"I just want to confirm one thing: whether what the commander said is true or false, and whether your abilities are actually usable. Quick, try one out. If it works, I'll leave immediately."

Yu Shuang tilted her head, as if she had encountered something she couldn't understand.

Why isn't this man afraid of me at all?

It slightly raised its hand and activated its supernatural power.

Jiang Wang felt his body temperature rising rapidly and then dropping quickly, remaining within a healthy range.

Patches of blisters appeared on his face and neck, spreading quite rapidly, which clearly demonstrated the difference between him as the source of the disease and other disease demons.

These blisters also disappear rapidly the moment they appear.

"This time they didn't lie to me." Jiang Wang muttered.

Then he smiled.

If the sick ghost's biggest trump card has been eliminated, then what use is the sick ghost?

Sharp claws?

Can it withstand bullets?

How many can it withstand?

Jiang Wang silently took an automatic rifle from the armory.

"I'm sorry, it seems you also have a tragic past, but that cannot be an excuse for your evil deeds. I don't know how much consciousness you have left, but if you can still understand what I'm saying, then you should be responsible for the people who died in the West District. At the very least, you should use your life as a small compensation."

Yu Shuang's last shred of reason was overwhelmed by the excruciating pain from the bullet wound. Like a true monster, she charged wildly, spreading germs and trying to tear Jiang Wang's body apart.

Jiang Wang remained expressionless as he slowly backed away, maintaining a safe distance between himself and Yu Shuang.

The burning pain in his lungs was still there, and Jiang Wang did not want to use his superpower again.

So he took out a military flamethrower directly from the armory.

The flames engulfed the frail body, crackling and popping. Ashes and sparks rose and fell in the wind, leaving only charred marks on the ground.

That's what a cleaner's job is like.

With the aid of powerful weapons, and without worrying about affecting the surrounding residents, dealing with a sick person is really simple.

Jiang Wang put away the flamethrower and got on his motorcycle.

"Let's go," he said to Han Yue in the back seat, then twisted the accelerator and continued to chase after them.

Hearing the gunshots behind him, Han Lin became even more terrified.

He was so scared when he heard the sound of the motorcycle engine that he almost peed his pants.

Han Lin stumbled and slid down the slope, pebbles rolling into his shoes and chafing his feet painfully. He panted, leaned against a huge rock, and pulled out a pistol from his waist.

He heard the sound of an engine stopping not far away.

Jiang Wang's voice came slowly: "By the way, could you please perform that again? Please."

"That's it, listen."

Jiang Wang did not rush down directly.

He crouched a short distance away, facing a dry riverbed. He held his automatic rifle, quietly scanning every rock and gully below.

The difference between hunter and prey is that prey panics, while hunter does not.

Han Lin huddled behind the rocks, trembling all over. He gripped his pistol tightly, pointing it towards the riverbed, his breathing heavy and disordered.

He heard Jiang Wang's voice coming from above, calm and composed: "Yu Shuang is dead."

"I just wanted to save my sister, and I had no other choice but to come up with this idea."

After observing the traces around him, Jiang Wang took two grenades from the armory and threw them over.

A thunderclap boomed, and Han Lin rolled out from behind the rocks. He fired wildly in Jiang Wang's direction, but missed every shot.

Jiang Wang shook his head in disappointment. Han Lin was good at playing tricks behind people's backs, but his ability to fight head-on was terrible.

He took a few steps, slowly and deliberately, and walked up to Han Lin.

Han Lin had completely lost the will to resist. He dropped his pistol and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

"I have a secret. I know the secret of the Tree God. I can help the director lighten his burden." Han Lin was in tears, choking back sobs.

Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat.

This bastard still wants to use his superpowers to turn the tide.

Jiang Wang pressed the muzzle of the gun against his forehead.

"Go to hell and tell those you killed. I'm not interested."

"I……"

boom!

The death knell.

Sing for him.