The Accomplice 018

"No, you're not a tasker." Fang Zhiyi became vigilant.

The person, expressionless, pointed to a stove emitting black smoke nearby. "Those invaders are in there."

Fang Zhiyi glanced at it. "What the hell are you?" Even as he asked, Fang Zhiyi already had a guess in his heart. This person spoke very strangely, and his facial features were completely uncoordinated, like... a failed craft project of a kindergarten child.

The thing did not answer, merely staring fixedly at Fang Zhiyi.

"Rules cannot be broken, you... violated the rules." It suddenly reached out a hand. That hand extended infinitely and rested directly on Fang Zhiyi's shoulder. "Invader, obliterate."

Fang Zhiyi suddenly raised a hand and grabbed its elongated arm. He looked up with difficulty. "Obliterate my ass!"

After all, he was a man who had experienced Journey to the West; he absolutely could not say he couldn't do it!

That "person" suddenly opened its mouth wide, and a beam of white light shot out from it, heading straight for Fang Zhiyi. Already prepared, Fang Zhiyi rolled on the ground. Although it wasn't very graceful, he managed to dodge it.

"Damn Heavenly Dao! If you can't strike me down with lightning, you just resort to hand-to-hand combat, huh?" Fang Zhiyi was practically certain of the identity of the thing before him.

The other party didn't answer and continued its mechanical attacks. Its hands, feet, and mouth attacked from all directions. Fang Zhiyi had to withstand that immense oppressive feeling while dodging. He even felt a bit sorry for himself; what was the difference between this and weight-bearing training?

Relying on his experience, Fang Zhiyi fought his way forward and finally got close to the bizarre person. However, facing his fist, the person had no intention of dodging. Fang Zhiyi landed a punch, and the person's head actually spun a few times before dropping directly to the ground. There was no blood or flesh where the neck snapped, just a mushy white patch.

And its attacks did not stop. Its elongated arms bent at a bizarre angle, striking toward Fang Zhiyi's back.

Gritting his teeth, Fang Zhiyi kicked the freak in the chest and used the momentum to roll to the side. But the moment he landed, his premonition grew increasingly dire. The oppressive feeling enveloping him became even more terrifying, making it almost impossible for him to execute smooth dodging movements again.

"Something's wrong!" Fang Zhiyi suddenly looked up. In the sky, a giant eye was watching him. No wonder! Although the strange, human-like thing in front of him was powerful, it lacked that oppressive presence. It was more like a robot executing orders. It turned out everything was coming from above!

At the exact moment he made eye contact with that eye, Fang Zhiyi's mind went completely blank. Countless scenes flashed rapidly through his head. He saw the male lead as a child, then the male lead gradually growing up, and the world beginning to change...

At the same time, Fang Zhiyi also saw the puppet's attack hurtling toward him, but he had absolutely no thought of dodging.

Was it finally going to end? He couldn't move an inch at this moment. A feeling of insignificance welled up within him. So the entities Little Hei had taken down before were this terrifying? With just a single look, he was left entirely powerless to fight back?

But just as those deformed limbs were about to reach him, the puppet suddenly stopped, and the scenes from earlier gradually faded from Fang Zhiyi's mind.

"Creator?" A massive sigh echoed in his ears. "Why would you..."

"Fang Zhiyi!" A black tentacle seemed to tear open a rift in the void. From this rift, Little Hei squeezed in like a mollusk, brandishing its claws and baring its fangs.

Almost simultaneously, the puppet vanished, and the giant eyeball in the sky disappeared as well. Everything on the street returned to normal. The stove emitting black smoke was gone, replaced by a roasted sweet potato stall, with the vendor currently shouting his wares.

The surrounding noise reappeared. Fang Zhiyi turned his head around in a daze. Seeing him turn back, the male lead immediately took a step back. "What else do you want?"

Fang Zhiyi chuckled, glanced at Little Hei beside him, and then quickly led it away.

The male lead looked at Fang Zhiyi's retreating back, somewhat bewildered. "Is he really hot? His clothes are completely soaked."

The Face-Slapping System constantly looked around, somewhat panicked. What was that feeling just now?

"I didn't expect that the Heavenly Dao of this world had actually evolved to such a complete state..." Listening to Fang Zhiyi's description, Little Hei was also somewhat surprised. "It actually rejects outsiders so strongly... This world will soon become a complete and independent world."

Fang Zhiyi looked at the sky. "It called me the creator... but it didn't finish its sentence."

"From that perspective, you do count as the creator... just not a very responsible one," Little Hei retorted.

Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes at it. Suddenly, he felt a trace of anomaly, and then he watched himself gradually being squeezed out of this body. Like toothpaste, Fang Zhiyi felt himself being forcefully driven out by some kind of power.

"Th-This is?" Fang Zhiyi was a bit bewildered. It was his first time encountering such a situation.

Little Hei reacted quickly. "Hurry up and leave! Otherwise, we won't be able to! This is the signal that the Heavenly Dao is sealing off the world! Although it let you go, it doesn't mean it accepts us!"

"Fuck!"

Fang Zhiyi (the original host) looked blankly at his own attire, scratching his head in confusion. Before leaving, Little Hei had tossed a tiny bit of memory to him.

Because of his poor behavior, Lin Zhou had served his full sentence, suffering quite a few beatings along the way. His nerves were constantly on edge. On the day of his release, he saw Fang Zhiyi coming to pick him up. The moment he saw Fang Zhiyi, he recalled his past reflections, and an inexplicable fear welled up in his heart. Did he still want to keep messing with him?

"No, no, go away! Leave!" Lin Zhou yelled, turning around and running away.

Seeing his childhood friend turn and run, Fang Zhiyi was somewhat baffled. He only remembered that Lin Zhou had gone to prison for doing something wrong, and since he was released today, he had specially come to pick him up. Why was he running?

"Sigh, it's a pity Uncle Lin also passed away..." Fang Zhiyi sighed.

He didn't know that this would be the last time he saw Lin Zhou. Not long after, in order to survive, Lin Zhou shamelessly entangled himself with the disfigured Sun Xiaomei again. It could be considered the two of them mutually harming each other. Having been in prison, Lin Zhou's psychology was even more twisted and shameless, and Sun Xiaomei truly couldn't do anything about him.

Neither of them knew that this was the result of the Heavenly Dao's restoration.

Then they provoked the male lead's girlfriend... and got their faces slapped, ultimately sinking completely.

After Fang Zhiyi left, the window of a car across the street rolled down, and the male lead took off his sunglasses. "I still don't understand why that great god told me to deal with this released Lin Zhou first... Didn't he come here himself?"

The Face-Slapping System carefully observed the surroundings. "I think, maybe that's not exactly the case..."