Rotten God Kingdom

"How could there be a sick person here?" Hu Chengyu cursed.

The disease demon is naturally inclined to spread disease, a lesson learned by the people of the disease city after losing countless lives. Yet, the disease demon in front of them waited peacefully in the room until Jiang Wang and his group burst in before suddenly attacking.

Were they just unlucky? This sickly creature only hatched recently?

Or has the sick spirit undergone some kind of change and gained intelligence?

Before Hu Chengyu could even think of an answer, the sick ghost had already stretched out its claws, dug out a fist-sized, bloody tumor from his chest, and tossed it toward Hu Chengyu.

"Dodge!" Jiang Wang shouted.

Hu Chengyu pushed off the ground with both feet and fell to the side.

The bloody mass of flesh emitted a faint glow in the air, then exploded with a bang in Hu Chengyu's sight, the scorching air wave carrying foul-smelling fragments sweeping across the corridor.

Hu Chengyu rolled several times on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

"Hold!"

Hu Chengyu now knows where the explosion came from.

This sick man's superpowers are like carrying a hand grenade with him at all times.

Jiang Wang lay on the ground and made a decision in an instant: "I'll take the lead in attacking, and you'll provide support. My special ability is specifically designed to attack pathogens."

Jiang Wang didn't know what Hu Chengyu's special ability was, and he didn't see Hu Chengyu carrying any weapons, not even a dagger, let alone a revolver.

Hu Chengyu said he could fight, but Jiang Wang couldn't be sure what level of "fighting ability" he meant. Moreover, the destructive power of the tumor that the sick ghost had just produced was almost as great as a hand grenade.

Jiang Wang must be at the forefront.

"Okay." Hu Chengyu didn't dawdle. After getting up from the ground, he immediately retreated, flashed to the wall of the second-floor corridor, and distanced himself from the sick ghost.

Jiang Wang's lungs began to burn.

The flames spread from the trachea, through the mouth and nose, and up to the revolver in the hand, each bullet in the magazine glowing with a dark red fire.

Raise your hand.

One shot.

The bullet tore at the sick man's muscles, blasting a small, charred hole in his chest.

Flames began to burn from the wound.

The sick ghost let out a mournful scream.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Wang only needs to wait for the flames to spread all over the sick ghost's body. Once the germs on the sick ghost's body are burned away, all that's left is a pile of rotten flesh.

Germs are the best fuel for this flame.

But Jiang Wang clearly miscalculated today.

The disease demon did not retreat. Instead, it tore at the tumors on its body with its claws and roughly stuffed them into the burning wound. The tumors immediately began to melt upon contact with the flames, turning into thick pus like a candle. The flames were thus extinguished.

"Damn it," Jiang Wang cursed under his breath.

He didn't stop his attack. The tumor on the sick man's body has its limits, and so do the bullets in his body. It's a matter of who can't hold on any longer!

Four gunshots rang out in quick succession, almost without pause. The sick ghost's head was nearly blown off by the bullet, yet it remained standing.

It made a move that Jiang Wang could not have predicted. It temporarily gave up suppressing the flames on its body and tore off two tumors from its thighs and threw them at Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang could only dodge.

Explosions rang out one after another, blasting a gap in the second-floor corridor. Jiang Wang used the momentum of his roll to leap down from the gap and landed heavily on the concrete ground outside the building.

The shockwave from the explosion and the tremors from jumping caused Jiang Wang to cough up a small amount of blood.

Without a moment to catch his breath, he took out bullets from a specially sewn pocket in his coat, flicked his wrist to release the cylinder, and loaded the bullets one by one.

The evil spirit leaped down from the second floor, and in a short time, it had already suppressed the flames.

Its head was unrecognizable, and black smoke was still billowing from its hideous wound.

It didn't die; it didn't die even though it lost its head.

The sick ghost roared and charged at Jiang Wang. It had already memorized Jiang Wang's scent and remembered the human who had caused it harm.

It wants to bring the disease to Jiang Wang, so that Jiang Wang will suffer and die in agony!

Suddenly, the sick ghost froze in his tracks.

Its two hands were frantically tearing at its back, its movements somewhat like a human scratching an itch, only more intense and frantic.

Hu Chengyu made his move.

He hid in a dark corner on the second floor, silently watching the battlefield. His body was pressed against the wall, and the huge tumor on his neck had shriveled up, leaving only a limp skin hanging on his shoulder like a deflated balloon. He looked much thinner, and his cheekbones protruded high.

Beneath his feet, bizarre, blood-stained creatures radiated outwards from Hu Chengyu as the center.

These creatures resemble spiders, with irregularly shaped bodies and five to eight tentacles growing around them. They silently crawl through rubble and dust, climbing up walls, the ground, and the legs of the sick ghost.

One of them was clinging to the back of the sick ghost, waving its tentacles to cut open its skin and desperately trying to burrow inside.

Hu Chengyu's illness was cancer. He knew very well that the countless tumors on the sick man's body must have a source, and the other tumors all originated from that source.

Once the primary lesion is eliminated, other tumors will also shrink.

Hu Chengyu boldly guessed that the original tumor must be the largest one.

More "spiders" crawled toward the sick ghost, leaving holes in its body and wriggling inside.

Jiang Wang was startled by Hu Chengyu's superpower; it seemed quite frightening.

Jiang Wang didn't sit idly by. He understood Hu Chengyu's thoughts almost instantly, forcibly suppressed the urge to fire, and stood still to observe the sick man's reaction.

If a disease demon has a source, it will pay special attention to the "spider" that burrows towards the tumor at the source, and its claws will stay in that place for a longer time.

Suddenly, Jiang Wang's eyes lit up. He noticed that the sick ghost was scratching a certain spot more often, for longer, and with more force.

The lower back is slightly to the left, near the abdomen.

boom!

Without hesitation, a gunshot rang out.

The sick ghost hurriedly dug out the tumor from its body to extinguish the flames.

Four bullets raced to tear open the diseased man's muscles.

Jiang Wang remained expressionless as he loaded the ammunition.

shooting.

Loading ammunition.

shooting.

This action was repeated three times until the patient's abdomen was torn open, revealing the yellowish-green tumor that was stuck tightly to the stomach.

The disease demon went mad. Ignoring the "spider" crawling around inside its body, it clawed out a tumor and tried to throw it at Jiang Wang, while simultaneously taking steps toward him.

However, it failed to complete any of its movements. The "spiders" severed the ligaments in its legs, and its massive body crashed to the ground.

Jiang Wang fired two more bullets from a distance, shattering the tumor. Flames rose again, spreading from the wreckage until they ignited the entire body.

Hu Chengyu retracted the "spider" one by one, and the tumor visibly filled up, eventually becoming the same size as before.

"Brother, are you alright?" Hu Chengyu jumped down from the second floor, his steps faltering as he landed. He stood a short distance away and asked.

"It's nothing," Jiang Wang shook his head.

"But I saw you vomit blood." Hu Chengyu's face showed a hint of suspicion.

He saw the fire that Jiang Wang spat out of his mouth, and he also saw the flames burning away the germs.

Respiratory-related diseases?

Or is it a lung disease?

It can't be tonsillitis, can it?

A minor ailment like tonsillitis wouldn't grant such a powerful and practical superpower. Perhaps it would after mutation, but Jiang Wang's appearance would most likely not be as normal as it is now. His tonsils would probably become abnormally large, and his neck would bulge out high, like a toad.

"It's really nothing," Jiang Wang sighed.

"Okay." Hu Chengyu didn't dwell on it any longer.

"There's something wrong with this neighborhood," Hu Chengyu said seriously.

"Do you even need to tell me?" Jiang Wang looked at the sick ghost gradually burning on the ground and couldn't help but complain.

"This matter is not as simple as we imagined. If we are not so unlucky that the patient only became a sick ghost the moment we entered the room, then this sick ghost was obviously manipulated by humans."

"The ability to control sick ghosts is a deadly weapon in Sick City." Jiang Wang couldn't help but sigh. This superpower would be worthless elsewhere, but it's incredibly useful in Sick City.

Hu Chengyu also said, "If the other party really has this ability, then we can no longer follow the clues given by the Cleanup Bureau one by one."

If they can ambush a sick ghost in their residence, they can make the same arrangements elsewhere.

If we can get rid of this sick ghost smoothly, what if we encounter two, three, or even more next time?

"Indeed, we should change our approach. The escape routes that the Cleanup Bureau can deduce are unlikely to be used by Han Yue and her team. If we go there, we'll most likely find a trap. When facing an enemy, we should try to think of them as cunning as possible."

"Since the captain said Han Yue's illness is highly contagious, as long as he's in the city, we're not worried about leads, but we can't wait for the impact to escalate. Two people trying to escape, carrying infectious diseases, will definitely avoid densely populated areas when they hide." Jiang Wang's thinking was exceptionally clear. He had encountered many wilderness people trying to double-cross him when he was in the wilderness, and the chases he had with them greatly enhanced his tracking ability.

"Where could they escape to? The sewers? But Han Yue's condition has deteriorated rapidly and she can't withstand any more trouble. Their place of refuge must be relatively safe." Hu Chengyu felt like he had grasped something.

"An acquaintance," they both said in unison.

Logically speaking, Han Yue and her colleagues should only know people from the Hope Community or their coworkers.

The problem is that a sick ghost with a tumor was discovered in Han Yue's house.

This shows that their social circles were not as limited as those of ordinary sick city dwellers.

"If we're investigating someone we know, here's a clue." Jiang Wang suppressed his nausea and pinched the sick man's head to examine it closely.

Unfortunately, Jiang Wang had already smashed the sick man's face so badly that his original appearance was no longer recognizable.

"No matter how Han Yue and the others manipulate this sick ghost, the premise is that they have to come into contact with the sick ghost, or rather, the patient. If they can manipulate it regardless of spatial distance, then they should be the ones in control of the sick city, not the Cleanup Bureau." Jiang Wang believes that this kind of ability must have limitations, just like his flames only work when they come into direct contact with germs.

Even if you kidnap someone randomly from the street, you'll still leave traces.

"You can have your DNA checked at the hospital. Hospitals keep genetic samples of people born in sick cities. It would be more troublesome if they were born in the wilderness."

I suggested we go to the sheriff first and have them cordon off Hope Community.

"Why?" Jiang Wang asked.

Hu Chengyu hesitated for a moment: "The gatekeeper's death is not normal. I suspect Han Lin is nearby."

Moreover, I have a feeling that someone was watching us just now.