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Cangnan City, a tall building.
Creak—
The door slowly opened, and Zhao Kongcheng walked in listlessly, letting out sighs every few steps.
"Old Zhao, what's with you?"
The five people already in the room looked up in surprise.
"Did you get hurt last night?"
"Judging by that face, I'd say it looks more like a breakup…"
"Damn, Old Zhao—don't tell me your wife's divorcing you?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
One after another, the five began to make wild guesses. Finally, after a long silence, Zhao Kongcheng let out a deep sigh.
"Am I really… that unattractive?"
"…"
All five rolled their eyes in unison and pretended not to hear, going back to whatever they were doing—sharpening blades, cleaning guns, fiddling with phones, or taking naps.
"I'm serious, you guys!" Zhao Kongcheng was starting to panic.
Seeing that no one responded, Hong Ying, who had been cleaning a gun, sighed.
"Kongcheng-ge… did something get to you?"
"You could say that." Zhao Kongcheng paused, then said,
"I ran into the owner of the golden Forbidden Ruin last night."
At those words, everyone immediately looked up, hands pausing mid-action, eyes lighting up.
"You mean the one suspected to be the Seraph's agent?"
"Yeah."
"Was he powerful? Who is he?"
"You're overthinking it." Zhao Kongcheng shook his head. "He's just a regular high school student. That 'Klein'-level power reading was likely just residual power left by the Seraph. Right now, he's just a rookie who's barely stepped into the 'Lamp' realm."
Hearing this, a trace of disappointment crossed their faces.
"We thought a Klein-level powerhouse had shown up in Cangnan City…"
"Then again, if such a dangerous god had really chosen an agent and they'd already reached Klein level, there's no way the higher-ups wouldn't know."
The man sitting on the sofa narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Regardless, the Seraph has chosen an agent and granted him a Divine Ruin. That's serious. We need to report it to the higher-ups immediately."
"By the way, Old Zhao, since you saw him—where is he now? He's that important, and you didn't bring him back?"
"…He ran away." Zhao Kongcheng sighed.
"He told me he had to grab his backpack, and while I got distracted—he bolted."
"…"
Everyone was speechless.
Just as they were about to unleash a round of mockery, the door opened again.
A man in a dark red cloak stepped inside, his face still stained with blood, and his heavy footsteps thudded like lead.
Seeing him, everyone in the room—including Zhao Kongcheng—immediately stood up.
"Captain!"
"Captain, are you alright?"
The captain waved them off and removed his blood-soaked cloak, taking a seat on a small stool near the door. His brows were furrowed with exhaustion.
"I'm fine… but the Ghost-Faced King got away."
Their expressions turned grim at once.
The captain continued,
"I chased the Ghost-Faced King all the way to the northern outskirts last night. We fought. I wounded it badly, but it escaped by forcefully injuring its own core essence."
"So… you're saying the Ghost-Faced King might have already escaped Cangnan?"
"No, not necessarily," a voice interrupted. It was the man sitting on the sofa—Wu Xiangnan.
Everyone turned to him. The captain raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Speak, Xiangnan."
Wu Xiangnan slowly stood up, pulled a map of Cangnan and its surroundings from under the sofa, and spread it on the floor.
"Cangnan is a relatively isolated city, and the closest neighboring cities are still dozens of kilometers away. The Ghost-Faced King fled into the northern suburbs. That area is closer to Cangnan than anywhere else." He circled a section on the map.
"So what?" Hong Ying asked, puzzled.
The captain's eyes began to light up.
"The Ghost-Faced King was heavily injured. It won't be able to travel that far until it recovers its strength."
Wu Xiangnan continued,
"And the only way it can recover… is by eating people. In other words—"
"It will definitely return to Cangnan City?"
"Exactly."
Zhao Kongcheng frowned.
"But Cangnan is huge. We won't know where it'll show up."
"The sewers," Wu Xiangnan said, adjusting his glasses. He marked a winding path on the map with a red pen.
"Ghost-Faced creatures love the sewers. The King also escaped through them before. There's only one main sewer line that connects the northern suburbs to the city. That means its likely reappearance point is somewhere along this route."
"Send people immediately to sweep the sewer line. This time, we absolutely cannot let it escape again!" the captain ordered, his voice cold.
"Understood!"
"One more thing." Wu Xiangnan turned to Zhao Kongcheng.
"Bring back the Seraph's agent—no matter what. His potential is far too great to fall into the hands of the Old God Cult. In a way, this mission is even more important than eliminating the Ghost-Faced King!"
Zhao Kongcheng stood tall and resolute.
"Leave it to me. I'll personally catch that kid!"
"But didn't he run away? You think you'll find him?" Hong Ying muttered.
"He was wearing a No. 2 High School uniform. I'll wait outside the school gate today. There's no way I'll miss him!"
Zhao Kongcheng grinned confidently.
"Bro, why aren't you going to school today?"
Yang Jin looked at Lin Qiye, who wasn't wearing his uniform or carrying his bag.
"Got some stuff to do today. I'm skipping," Lin Qiye said while putting on his shoes and opening the door.
"Auntie's still sleeping?"
"She got back about an hour ago."
"Got it. You head to school soon, don't follow my bad example."
"Okay."
Lin Qiye closed the door, silently removing the black ribbon from over his eyes and slipping it into his pocket.
His eyes had recovered, but he hadn't told his aunt or Yang Jin yet. For one, his aunt had been on a night shift and they hadn't crossed paths. For another, although his vision was back, he still couldn't fully control the power in his eyes. The golden light sometimes flared up unexpectedly—not very obvious, but if his aunt saw it, she'd definitely force him to get re-checked. That'd just be a waste of money.
He planned to wait until he could fully control his vision before announcing it.
But now that he was outside, there was no need for the black ribbon—it drew too much attention.
Lin Qiye pulled out the sunglasses Yang Jin had bought him and put them on. Then he strode toward the bus stop.
After more than an hour of bumpy travel, Lin Qiye finally arrived at his destination:
Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital.
The last time Lin Qiye had been here was ten years ago.
In that decade, both he and the hospital had changed tremendously.
All the old walls had been refurbished, the main entrance was twice as wide as before, and two modern towers had replaced the original three-story building. Even the sign had changed to fancy gold-foil lettering:
"Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital."
Standing at the entrance, Lin Qiye couldn't associate this gleaming modern hospital with the one in his memory.
The only thing that hadn't changed…
was the old gatekeeper.
Only now, the man was more stooped, his hair whiter.
The old man squinted at Lin Qiye, then raised his right hand and pointed in his direction—
Just as Lin Qiye was thinking the old man still remembered him and was about to say hello—
The old man shouted:
"Hey! You dumb kid—don't block the driveway!"