Being held at gunpoint, Sang Jue found himself in a dilemma. He wasn’t particularly afraid of bullets and could risk injury to transform back into an evil dragon and quickly eliminate these two people.
But from the sounds, there seemed to be more than one vehicle front and back—these people had accomplices.
Having many accomplices wasn’t a problem, but if news of him being a dragon leaked and spread to the main city or other safe zones, it would be somewhat troublesome. After all, so far no deviant could perfectly fuse with contamination genes and transform into the complete form of that creature.
Sang Jue suddenly asked: “How far am I from District Seven now?”
Jason thought Sang Jue was asking him and sneered: “Does the distance matter? Do you think you still have a chance to return alive?”
007’s voice sounded in his ear: [Five hundred thirty-one kilometers.]
“…”
Sang Jue immediately picked up the handcuffs and obediently cuffed himself. Due to inexperience, he fumbled for quite a while, almost making people think he was deliberately stalling for time.
His compromise really wasn’t for any other reason—he couldn’t drive.
Over five hundred kilometers—walking back would cripple his legs, and flying back would exhaust his wings to stupidity.
007 said: [From the direction, they seem to be heading toward the city ruins—the same city ruins where you first landed.]
This didn’t seem to be simply Jason’s revenge against him and Huo Yanji. These people should have a team organization.
Sang Jue had heard others mention the ruins several times before. These people seemed unfriendly to the main city and others, posing a great threat.
He decided to follow this group to their base camp to take a look.
Solving problems for his chosen prince was appropriate—maybe after he stewed this whole nest of people, he could get three compliments from Huo Yanji.
Mm… and he could touch his tail too.
Lost in imagination, Sang Jue was completely unaware of how he appeared to others—wearing an oversized blue windbreaker, his exposed ankles covered by white socks, his wrists made very pale by the black handcuffs, his head slightly tilted as if pondering something, looking so pure that it made people want to bully him thoroughly.
The masked man licked his lips again: “I’ll watch him. You go to the passenger seat.”
Jason knew exactly what he was thinking—even if he couldn’t have his way, taking some advantage would be good.
A flash of disgust crossed his eyes. He had no intention of interfering originally, but the more people Sang Jue killed, the more disadvantaged his position became.
“I think you’ve been isolated too long and don’t know how terrifying special contamination gene fusion can be.”
The masked man: “It’s just a lingzhi mushroom, what’s there to fear? So what if it releases spores? I’m wearing a protective mask.”
The mask on his face wasn’t just for concealing his features—it also served a protective function.
Sang Jue blinked… he couldn’t transform into lingzhi yet, let alone release spores.
Jason sneered: “If he bites or scratches you, just wait to die.”
The masked man paused, somewhat unwilling. Having finally gotten his hands on someone, it would be such a waste to just hand him over to the higher-ups…
Jason said: “I’ll watch him. You go to the front, don’t delay things.”
The masked man left reluctantly.
The vehicle started again. Sang Jue sat on the ground with his back against a chair, while Jason sat diagonally across pointing a gun at him, his eyes filled with malice.
Sang Jue was a bit bored and said: “Aren’t you tired? I won’t run away, and I don’t want to kill you for now.”
Jason’s gun-holding hand was trembling.
His mind was filled with that day when this youth had casually told Huo Yanji “Aruan is infected,” followed by a bullet hitting Aruan’s head, blood splattering on his face.
He still remembered the temperature of Aruan’s blood—hot, burning hot.
Yet the innocent-faced Sang Jue and the indifferent Huo Yanji were clearly living people, but they were colder than the dead, as if human lives meant nothing to them.
“Although I can’t kill you yet, crippling one of your legs is still possible.” Jason tilted his neck slightly, his voice trembling with hatred. “You’d better not speak again.”
Sang Jue obediently shut his mouth.
Although he wouldn’t actually become lame even if shot in the knee—it would hurt a lot, and he didn’t like pain.
Speaking of which, it was when Dr. Millie threw him off the building at age six that he learned his self-healing ability was so strong.
At that time, he had multiple compound fractures throughout his body, skull fractures, broken spine in his lower back, and so on… but it only took three months to recover.
Sang Jue dozed off for a long time.
When the vehicle stopped, it was already noon the next day.
Sang Jue drowsily called out: “Ji-ji?”
Jason’s face turned livid: “Lewd!”
Sang Jue woke up: “…?”
Being dragged out by his arm, Sang Jue said unhappily: “Be gentler, or you won’t die very gently later either.”
Unlike the previous masked man, Jason completely ignored him.
After stumbling out of the vehicle, Sang Jue realized they hadn’t reached their destination yet.
This group had over ten people, all wearing masks except Jason. The vehicles stopped at the outskirts of the city ruins. From what the others were saying, it seemed they would have to walk a long distance on foot to avoid leaving tire tracks that could be traced.
The little evil dragon, whose butt had gone numb from all the bouncing, just wanted to sleep. It would be nice if there was a nice-smelling person to carry him.
But all the people here stank badly—only Jason was somewhat normal.
Sang Jue once again realized he couldn’t rely entirely on scent to judge humans’ good or bad—for instance, Jason, who didn’t stink, would still do bad things to him.
The group walked on desolate streets with fierce winds blowing from both sides, stirring up unattended garbage that flew everywhere. Scrapped and rusted vehicles were everywhere, and they would occasionally kick dirty cans or step on broken glass.
Tilted buildings stood on both sides, with collapsed rubble from half-destroyed high-rises everywhere, giving an oppressive sense of a world in ruins.
He had thought they would arrive after walking at most one or two hours, but two hours later they were just starting to enter the sewers.
Sang Jue was beginning to lose interest in solving problems for his chosen prince.
His legs were so tired.
“Get down!” The burly leader gestured. “Jim, get him a mask.”
So the masked man who had kidnapped him was called Jim.
The mask Jim threw over was different from the ones they wore—this one blocked vision completely.
Jason obviously hadn’t gained this group’s complete trust either and also had to wear a vision-blocking mask, being led forward by others.
The leader put it on Sang Jue, but unexpectedly the mask was too big. He could only tighten it forcefully, then heard Jim say: “He’s not afraid of spores. He’s the boy I told you about before.”
The leader paused and looked Sang Jue up and down.
But just to be safe, he still tightened it somewhat.
Sang Jue was somewhat puzzled… he seemed to remember that even after fusing with a creature’s genes, one could still be infected a second time. Why did Jim say he wasn’t afraid of spores?
Although he indeed wasn’t afraid, this was due to his own special nature.
007 could always deduce what he was thinking: [Those infected by unprocessed wild species genes, as one-in-a-thousand lucky ones, also possess immunity to contamination from that species.]
As a city from hundreds of years ago, the sewers weren’t as deep as those in current safe zones, but they were still several meters deep.
The others all jumped down. Jim had originally wanted to carry Sang Jue down, but Sang Jue instinctively dodged and jumped down himself. Although he couldn’t see and his hands were cuffed, it didn’t affect his balance at all.
The sewers were very dirty, reeking of decay that had gone untreated for years. Even through the protective mask, Sang Jue could smell it.
Fortunately, there were walkable platforms on both sides, so they didn’t have to wade through sewage.
The leader personally led Sang Jue, roughly yanking the chain between the handcuffs: “Walk faster!”
Someone laughed wickedly: “Be gentle, boss. Don’t damage the goods—this is Huo Yanji’s precious darling. He even brings him along on missions.”
The leader frowned: “Does this guy really have something going on with Huo Yanji? Don’t those military people strictly uphold that bullshit principle about deviants and ordinary people not being able to sleep together?”
“It’s corruption from within! That Huo guy is just an ordinary person. With enough protective layers, as long as this little thing doesn’t bleed, he can’t contaminate him. Having the deviant on top would be taboo—even without bleeding, semen is highly contaminating.”
“He does look pretty good, delicate skin and tender flesh… if he weren’t a deviant, I’d want to have some fun with him first.”
The leader said: “You all behave yourselves and don’t get any funny ideas. How to handle this is up to the Governor.”
Jim clicked his tongue: “The Governor’s tastes haven’t changed after all these years—still likes little boys.”
Another minion worried: “Speaking of which, won’t that Huo guy just come and wipe us out?”
Jim said confidently: “He can’t possibly guess where we are.”
“Although we’ve been in and out countless times, I still have to say the Governor is amazing. Who would have thought we’re living inside the spore infection zone?”
“It was also a coincidence back then. When our last base was discovered by Huo Jiangmin, the Governor found this treasure during his escape while severely wounded—who could have imagined that the air inside the spore infection zone would be clean?”
“But will Huo Yanji really give us contamination genes for him?”
“That depends on whether this little lover is important enough in his heart.”
“We’re just trying anyway. If he doesn’t want his little lover, we still have use for him—the boss will definitely like him.”
“The trade will succeed,” the leader said coldly. “We have enough bargaining chips—over a hundred hostages, plus four soldiers and four supervisors, and this little thing. He can’t possibly refuse.”
The drowsy Sang Jue didn’t understand why these people all liked calling him “little thing”—was it because he was too small?
Actually, he was fine.
Also, why did everyone think he was Huo Yanji’s male? Huo Yanji was also male.
The spot on his lower back where he’d been injected still hurt a bit. The drug effects hadn’t completely worn off, and after walking for so long, his legs were starting to feel weak.
Fortunately, before Sang Jue collapsed, they finally reached the spore zone everyone had mentioned.
Opening a hidden protective door, the sewer on this side of the wall was filled with visible spores. If no one told you, it would look like a large amount of dust floating in the air.
The edges of the sewage, the ground, and the gaps in the pipes were all covered with white lingzhi mushrooms. These spores seemed conscious, not spreading beyond the open door but only flowing within this one tunnel, perhaps because they didn’t want to stray too far from the mother lingzhi.
Sang Jue felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. The surrounding spores no longer seemed to want only to infect him like last time—he no longer heard sounds of contamination and devouring.
Was it because the spore genes had overshadowed his body’s attraction to contaminants?
Sang Jue wasn’t a researcher and couldn’t quite figure it out.
After walking another half hour, they were finally going to emerge from the sewers.
The sky had darkened. In the distance was a wall with a heavy gate made of thick wood that required three or four people to open.
Sang Jue had thought this would be a very ‘smelly’ place… but it didn’t seem entirely like that.
The leader removed his mask. Jason was obviously not here for the first time and showed no surprise.
Living here weren’t just smelly men like Jim, but also elderly people and children.
This area, only the size of a pre-apocalypse residential complex, had been transformed into something like a small community. There was a clear sound of flowing water nearby—there should be a dam.
Through the dim night, Sang Jue could see two windmills standing in the distance—his limited knowledge told him these should be for generating electricity.
On both sides of the entrance were planting areas with neat rows of vegetable plots growing various crops.
He even heard pig squeals and horse neighing. A woman feeding livestock looked back at him curiously.
Two playing children ran past Sang Jue. The leader who had kidnapped him frowned and scolded: “Don’t run or you’ll fall!”
The houses on both sides were lit with warm lights. There were small shops, taverns, and even an independent clinic.
Seeing this scene, Sang Jue, who had originally planned to eliminate everyone after reaching the base, was momentarily stunned and confused.
This was completely different from what he had imagined. He had thought the base would be a dark, smelly place—like factories or abandoned buildings that suited villains.
So even bad guys had to live well.
Someone called to the leader: “Boss Jie, we’re running out of antibiotics!”
The leader responded: “I’ve been busy with other things these past two days. I’ll go to the black market to buy some when I’m free.”
Sang Jue was brought into a heavily guarded house. The leader pushed him: “Get in!”
Sang Jue was locked in a small dark room. He guessed this was where hostages were kept, because there were many human scents.
Not having to immediately face that Governor, Sang Jue breathed a sigh of relief—he hadn’t figured out how to handle these people yet.
He was hungry.
The hunger made Sang Jue confused. Boss Jie and his people were obviously protecting the elderly and children here. They had homes and families, yet they were doing bad things outside and holding over a hundred hostages to trade with Huo Yanji—
So were they good people or bad people?
As an evil dragon, Sang Jue had no guilt about killing, but he didn’t want to kill good people since he was here to carry out a world-saving mission.
Everyone was part of the world, whether they lived in safe zones or wandered in ruins.
Too complicated.
The little evil dragon decided to rest and wait for Huo Yanji to find him, letting Huo Yanji make this difficult decision.
He knew he would definitely be found, because those people had taken his communicator and would surely contact Huo Yanji to make a deal.
If even he couldn’t be found, then the prince should be replaced.
Sang Jue decided to take a light nap and wait.
Unexpectedly, this wait lasted a full three days.
…
Except for the three meals delivered daily, Sang Jue had no chance to contact the outside world or obtain any information. He didn’t know what progress the negotiations had made or where Huo Yanji was.
Thinking about this made Sang Jue a bit unhappy—why hadn’t Huo Yanji found him yet!
The hostage locked next door sighed for the nth time: “Damn, what are they keeping us for? Fattening us up to slaughter and eat?”
Sang Jue thought to himself that these people wanted large quantities of processed contamination genes.
They wanted to become deviants.
Footsteps came from outside the door, and Sang Jue’s door was opened. He was pulled up and led outside. Jim laughed strangely: “The Governor wants to see you.”
Sang Jue’s instincts told him something was wrong—Huo Yanji had definitely refused their demands.
Although he didn’t know why, Huo Yanji obviously didn’t like deviants, and by extension, he, as a ‘deviant,’ wasn’t liked either.
Sang Jue puffed his cheeks, very displeased.
—He couldn’t touch the elderly and children, so he’d just eliminate the Governor and replace him with a new one.
“The Governor asked me to ask you in advance—do you want to stay here and live with us?” Jim looked at Sang Jue’s face and pulled at the corner of his mouth. “As long as you serve the Governor well, you’ll have food and clothing for the rest of your life and won’t have to risk your life in the wilderness anymore.”
Sang Jue heard his envy: “Do you also want to serve the Governor?”
Jim’s face turned green: “Damn it, stop acting innocent with me. Walk faster!”
He envied that the Governor could enjoy all the beauties while they could only have leftovers or those the Governor didn’t like.
The daylight was bright, and many people had started their early morning work. The atmosphere was full of life, with continuous sounds of people calling out to work and children playing.
The rich atmosphere of daily life was completely at odds with the Governor and his people’s words and actions.
Jim brought Sang Jue to an independent villa with two guards at the door. This should be the Governor’s house.
As soon as he entered, he saw two half-disfigured men and Jason standing in the corner.
Sang Jue’s nose twitched, and he froze.
One of the men was leaning on the sofa. From his intact half-face, he should have been very handsome before his disfigurement. However, his gaze made people very uncomfortable—it was that kind of sinister, highly aggressive dark look.
He should be the Governor.
But what made Sang Jue freeze wasn’t the Governor, but the man behind him whose entire face was wrapped in gauze.
The Governor asked: “Alan, how is it?”
Sang Jue blinked… Alan?
Alan said hoarsely: “Just this little thing can really make Huo Yanji compromise?”
The Governor chuckled: “Knowing he’s in our hands, that Huo guy actually made three calls on his own initiative.”
“But you didn’t answer.”
“Let him stew first, make him anxious. Only when his psychological defenses retreat can we maximize our benefits.”
“The Governor is still thoughtful.”
The Governor laughed heartily: “But don’t worry, even if I have more deviants under me in the future, you’ll still be valued—after all, your contamination genes are too strong and rare.”
After comforting Alan behind him, the Governor beckoned: “Little thing, come here.”
Sang Jue didn’t move.
The Governor’s face darkened, and just as he was about to stand up, Boss Jie walked in: “That Huo guy is calling.”
“Finally.” The Governor glanced at Sang Jue with some regret. “Indeed a rare beauty. If I didn’t want to anger that Huo guy, I really would—”
Jason’s face changed: “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t let him go! And that you set a trap so Huo Yanji wouldn’t have it easy!?”
“Idiot!” The Governor stood up and sneered. “Never mind whether we can kill Huo Yanji—even if we could, killing him would mean going to war with the main city! Are you crazy or am I!?”
“You lied to me!” Jason, blinded by rage, suddenly began to transform, fine scales just surfacing on his arms. “You shouldn’t have lied to me—”
His voice and transformation stopped abruptly. “Bang!” A gunshot rang out! A bullet grazed past Sang Jue’s ear and hit Jason’s head, blood splattering everywhere.
Jason died just like that, caught completely off guard.
He stared wide-eyed, still entangled by hatred even in his dying moments, his gaze toward Sang Jue seeming poisoned.
But his body was no longer under control, consciousness gradually fading: “A… Aruan…”
The Governor raised the corner of his mouth indifferently, his ruined half-face wrinkling into a terrifying expression as he smiled ‘kindly’ at Sang Jue: “I helped you get revenge. If Jason hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known Huo Yanji had such a weakness.”
The one who fired was Jim beside Sang Jue. Obviously, they had decided Jason’s fate long ago.
Boss Jie frowned: “Governor, Jason was a deviant after all. Isn’t it a bit wasteful to kill him like this?”
“That guy’s head was full of his dead woman. Too extreme, easy to cause trouble for us. Besides, once Huo Yanji delivers those contamination genes, will we lack deviants?” The Governor glanced up and said to Jim and the disfigured man, “Watch him. I’ll be back after the negotiation.”
He snorted and left with Boss Jie.
The room was left with only three people. Jim was like a transparent person, while Sang Jue and Alan stared at each other, the atmosphere somewhat frozen.
Alan suddenly said: “Don’t worry. The General definitely doesn’t not want to save you—he just needs a plan to eliminate future troubles.”
Jim thought Alan was talking to him: “What the hell?”
Before he could react, he saw the handcuffs that had been on Sang Jue’s wrists fall to the ground with a “clang.”
Jim was startled: “How did you!!”
Sang Jue shook his wrists—he could easily break free from even the smallest opening of these handcuffs. During the days locked in the small dark room, he had actually been free all along.
He was just waiting for that useless someone.
Angry.
Jim warily stepped back, but didn’t notice that Alan, whose face was completely wrapped in gauze, had come up behind him and suddenly grabbed his neck while he wasn’t paying attention. But probably due to injuries, Alan was struggling somewhat.
Sang Jue simply released his tail. The slender scales directly pierced through Jim’s abdomen with a “pfft!” Blood splattered on the coffee table, sofa, and his clothes—everywhere.
Jim looked at him in disbelief: “Aren’t you, aren’t you infected with spor, spor…”
Sang Jue didn’t give him a chance to finish. His tail wrapped around Jim’s spine and twisted hard. The latter couldn’t support himself and slid to the ground.
Until his death, Jim never figured out how Sang Jue could be infected by spores while also having the tail of another creature.
Sang Jue pressed his lips together: “I told you, I would definitely kill you.”
Jim stared at him with eyes that refused to close in death, completely losing his breath.
Alan watched with some alarm: “Wait, how are you a deviant!?”
Sang Jue blinked, equally puzzled: “How did you become one of the Governor’s people? And you changed your name?”
“I damn near got burned to death, they brought me to this hellhole, I had no choice but to go along with it and become an undercover agent!” Alan was speechless with frustration. “I originally thought that by the time I became second-in-command here, maybe no one would come looking for me…”
His throat still hurt terribly, so ‘Alan’ could only speak the most desolate words in the hoarsest voice.
Sang Jue said: “Don’t be sad, everyone just thinks you’re dead.”
‘Alan’ said: “…Thank you for the comfort.”
Sang Jue: “You’re welcome.”
‘Alan’ couldn’t figure it out: “I’m wrapped up like this, how did you recognize me just now?”
Sang Jue said: “Scent.”
‘Alan’ gave a thumbs up with his sausage-like bandaged thumb: “Dog nose.”
Sang Jue wrinkled his nose and asked uncertainly: “Are you complimenting me?”
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COLIN!!!!