Captain 08

It stared blankly at the well for a moment, a trace of confusion showing on its heavily wrinkled face.

"Getting old..." Just as it turned back around, it found a face appearing right in front of its own, less than a centimeter away!

Even it was startled into a shiver: "You..."

"Hello."

Granny Yin froze, looking the person in front of her up and down. This was a living human, but why wasn't he afraid when he saw her?

Immediately after, she felt her entire body being lifted up by someone!

"No, no, no, no, no!" Her hands and feet flailed wildly. "You, what are you doing!"

Answering her was Fang Zhiyi's almost morbid smile. At this moment, he had already allowed that foul aura to circulate within his body. Sure enough, the nonsense written by that old fox was somewhat useful.

The bamboo basket on Granny Yin's back suddenly popped open; it seemed something was about to come out.

Almost simultaneously, a massive fist smashed into Granny Yin's face, causing her face to sway violently. Why could this person hit her? No, that aura just now... was the person in front of her of the same kind?

A look of confusion appeared on Fang Zhiyi's face: "Oh?" This thing could really take a beating. "What's that thing behind you?"

"Hahahaha, that is, that is my grandson. To think you dared to provoke me... He will tear you into eight pieces..."

Fang Zhiyi's gaze met the head poking out of the bamboo basket. He couldn't see clearly what it was. Fang Zhiyi only felt that he really wanted to beat someone up right now, of course, beating up a supernatural anomaly was fine too.

Granny Yin never expected to actually feel pain, and severe pain at that. In her furious rage, she continued to spit out harsh words. However, after making eye contact with Fang Zhiyi for a brief moment, the lid of the bamboo basket closed back up.

Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "What happened to your grandson?"

Granny Yin panicked a little: "Grandson! Come out quickly! Hurry! Take this guy and..."

The bamboo basket was unnaturally quiet.

"Let me ask you, how many people have you killed?"

Granny Yin's face was full of malice: "This entire village was my grandson's rations..."

"Bang!"

She felt as if her brain had flown a distance away. By the time she came to her senses, Fang Zhiyi's fist was close to her face once again.

"In that case... I'll just have to deal with you first," Fang Zhiyi said, enunciating every word. Granny Yin's face was filled with terror. Just what kind of monster was this?

The thick fog dispersed, and the long-lost sunlight shone down. The gloomy and cold aura that had permeated the air also faded away.

Seeing the thick fog in the village dissipate, the team members who had been waiting nervously outside rushed in one after another. Only Shen Yue remained preoccupied with heavy thoughts; the village was unnaturally quiet.

Suddenly, a teenage boy's crying could be heard. Everyone grew tense. At the entrance of a dilapidated courtyard, a boy was crying while holding a woman's corpse.

While Li Fei and the others were on guard, Zhou Hao had already approached: "Kid, are you alright?"

"He's literally holding a corpse and crying, and you're asking if he's alright." Zhao Lei's word count had increased.

The boy slowly raised his head, looking at the person in front of him, and then looked at Li Fei and the others not far away.

"Don't be afraid, we are Guardians, we are here to save you." Zhou Hao looked at the boy's state and sighed. These anomalies were too ruthless.

The boy stared blankly at the people in front of him, then his expression suddenly turned fierce: "Why are you only arriving now! You still have the nerve to call yourselves Guardians! If you had come a little earlier, my mom wouldn't have died!"

The sudden accusation left everyone stunned.

"Kid, don't say that. We rushed over as soon as we got the news. In this day and age, do you think we can just take an airplane here? We all ran here on our own two legs," Li Fei said.

The boy's eyes were bloodshot: "It's all your fault, you're the ones who got my mom killed! And the people in the village! They clearly..."

Zhou Hao couldn't bear it: "Alright, alright, stop crying. Let us help you bury your mom first, okay?"

"Get lost! I don't need your pity, you bunch of murderers..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Li Fei and the others felt their vision blur as a figure sped past.

Immediately after, the figure threw out a round object, which smashed right into the boy's face. With a bang, blood splattered everywhere, like a firework exploding.

"To think there was another anomaly!" Fang Zhiyi stood with his hands on his hips. "Good thing I got here fast!"

The boy slowly collapsed, already devoid of life.

"An anomaly?" Li Fei looked at his captain in astonishment.

The others also looked confused, glancing back and forth between the boy and Fang Zhiyi.

Fang Zhiyi looked incredibly righteous, if it weren't for the black blood still smeared on his face.

"Why do I feel like the captain just wanted to kill him," Li Fei muttered. Shen Yue quickly interrupted his muttering: "Captain, are you alright?"

Fang Zhiyi turned to look at them and smiled: "I'm fine, not a scratch on me." He had already figured out the pattern of his powers and was currently overjoyed.

However, the very next moment, a sudden bolt of explosive lightning struck down. Caught completely off guard, Fang Zhiyi was engulfed by the heavenly thunder.

"Fuck, no one said I'd get struck by lightning for doing this..." Fang Zhiyi's entire body was smoking. He could clearly feel that foul aura within his body darting around wildly, seemingly trying to awaken him.

Just as he fell, a familiar shadow floated up unsteadily and forcefully withstood the second bolt of lightning.

A third bolt, a fourth bolt.

"How about we just cremate him this time?"

"A burial is more decent."

"The boss has such terrible luck. He finally got rid of those two annoying pests, only to get struck by lightning!"

"Is it because the boss killed that kid..."

"Shut up, that was an anomaly."

"Uh..."

Muffled conversations rang in Fang Zhiyi's ears. He tried hard to open his eyes, and then Little Hei's voice came from beside his ear.

"Holy shit, you're way too fierce. You just smashed the protagonist to death?"

"Protagonist? You... you didn't even give me the plot, how was I supposed to know who the protagonist is!"

Little Hei looked guilty: "I didn't give you the plot? I remember I gave it to you..."

Although Fang Zhiyi didn't open his eyes, Little Hei's tentacles transmitted the plot right into his brain.

This world was just like the original host's memories, but the plot provided by Little Hei was much more comprehensive. Against this backdrop, the surviving humans were still fighting for power. Although they were Guardians, there was still a hierarchy among them.

After Lin Wanxing joined the original host's squad, she would show off her overly saintly behavior from time to time. However, the original host was different from Fang Zhiyi; he only wanted to protect his squad, keeping them from dying at the hands of anomalies as much as possible, and preventing them from becoming sacrifices in the power struggle. He strove to survive in this narrow gap.

When facing that Face Spirit, Fang Zhiyi still suffered heavy injuries and was simultaneously infected by the Face Spirit's anomalous aura. However, he stubbornly held on and didn't collapse until reinforcements arrived.

Only Shen Yue knew his secret, but Shen Yue chose to hide it for him.

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