Chapter 201
'Wouldn't that make things even more chaotic? They might even start fighting amongst themselves.'
He Muzhi was speechless for a moment after Raymond's remark. He opened his mouth to say something Optical Brain notified him that it had received a communication request from Temple.
Temple was recovering from her injury and wouldn't contact him unless it was something important. He Muzhi saw that Xuan Jingcheng was clearly affected by Raymond's Pheromones and was not as free as when she first released her Pheromones. She stopped releasing her own Pheromones to cause trouble, gritted her teeth and tried to maintain her composure while continuing to spray pheromones at Xuan Jingcheng. Without hesitation, she answered the call.
Temple's excited voice reached the ears of the three present. "He Muzhi, I remember now! He's a traitor! He exiled a man named Aldrich from the Fourth Military Academy here and gave him to the Osotaria Garrison. I accidentally stumbled upon their transaction during the rescue and was almost crushed to death by him with Warship! Be careful of him!"
Raymond: "?"
"Why didn't you say so sooner!" Raymond's roar was deafening.
Temple: "Huh?"
He Muzhi steadied himself and explained, "We're trying to kill him right now, and you were too loud, he must have heard you."
Temple: "... I'm sorry."
He was just too slow to remember. In fact, if he hadn't seen Xuan Jingcheng and heard his familiar voice, he probably wouldn't have remembered it at all.
"It's alright, we'll talk about it when we get back." He Muzhi hung up, remembered the name Aldrich, and planned to report it to Qin Su.
But... does Qin Su really know nothing about all of this?
Having narrowly avoided the two by jumping down into the hollow, Xuan Jingcheng heard the voice coming from the upper hollow. "..."
'He should have killed that guy named Temple a long time ago.'
But...
Xuan Jingcheng swiftly fled towards the window.
At first, he thought that He Muzhi's sudden attempt to kill him was because Temple had said something to He Muzhi. Now it seems that the problem wasn't with Temple, so...
'Did He Muzhi recognize me?'
Xuan Jingcheng felt a secret joy in his heart. The pain in the dented area of his broken right cheekbone eased a little, but... ugh, he wanted He Muzhi's Pheromones. Why was that idiot Raymond getting involved?
But it doesn't matter. Judging from He Muzhi's appearance, he was also affected. It was worth it when he replaced the real Xuan Jingcheng's Gland with the symbiotic Omega gland because the Gland's Pheromone level was too low and it didn't meet his expectations. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to suppress He Muzhi's Pheromones and would be subdued by him instead, so he tried every means to get the symbiotic Omega Gland in.
It seems to have worked well. With this experience, he can do even better next time when no one else is bothering him, by adding some additional methods.
Now that he's injured, the most important thing is to escape as quickly as possible while the two are still under the influence of his Pheromones.
Boom!
A noise behind him interrupted Xuan Jingcheng's thoughts as he was securing ropes to the iron wall.
His previous experience of killing someone and jumping out of a window made him uneasy, so he found a thin rope and put it on his person before Raymond came looking for him.
"Damn! How did they recover so quickly?"
Xuan Jingcheng glanced at the distance between himself and the window, cursed under his breath, and seriously suspected that it was because He Muzhi and Raymond's Pheromone levels were higher than his own. Under these circumstances, if he insisted on moving closer to the window, given the speed of the two people behind him, he would probably be shot down from behind before he even got close.
To make matters worse, his Visual Helmet, which had been pierced by He Muzhi's sudden close-range shooting, not only lost its 360-degree surround view but also prevented him from using the energy from the bottom of his combat boots to increase his speed. His experience on the previous level told him that he would definitely lose in a speed contest and could only continue to rely on luck and his Pheromones.
Having quickly analyzed the optimal solution, Xuan Jingcheng didn't dare waste time looking back to see what was happening behind him. He strained his ears, trying to pinpoint the location of the sound, while desperately rolling towards the metal plate that had fallen from above and slammed into the wall, which was still quite a distance from the window.
Snap snap snap...
One second he rolled in, the next second Xuan Jingcheng saw countless craters protruding from the metal plate he had been hiding in.
Xuan Jingcheng: "..."
'They recognized me and they still acted like this, how cruel of them.'
After a moment of gloom, Xuan Jingcheng remembered the saying that "hate lasts longer than love," and felt he could do it again.
[He's daydreaming again. Sorry, this whole mess was Raymond's doing (covers mouth and chuckles)]
[Did you guys recognize Mu?]
[It certainly doesn't exist.]
[Mu says: Huh? (Confused. jpg)]
"No way, you missed again?! Aaaaaah! There's a perfectly healthy person right there over there! Don't you have eyes?!"
Under the influence of Pheromones, Raymond, who jumped down first without regard for anything else, stared at the crater not far away with red eyes. Although he wasn't exactly a sharpshooter during training, he could still hit seven or eight out of ten moving targets. However, he kept missing Xuan Jingcheng. In particular, the countless Living Dead attracted by their Pheromones and movements were all moving towards him and He Muzhi. Raymond was so angry that he wanted to faint several times to end it all. Even without the other two living people present, he could curse them all by himself.
"..."
Upon hearing that it was Raymond who made the attack, Xuan Jingcheng looked at the raised crater in front of him with disgust. He was secretly glad that he hadn't reconnected the severed points. He held his breath and endured the aggressive suppression caused by Raymond's Pheromones. He remained motionless, estimating the distance and waiting for the next sudden burst of Pheromones to affect the two A's again.
"Oh no, oh no He Muzhi, I'm acting so strange." Raymond blinked hard. "I suspect Xuan Jingcheng's Pheromones are poisonous. I feel my mind and body are losing control!"
While firing at a greater number of Living Dead than Raymond's group, He Muzhi patiently explained, steadying his breathing, "This is due to the inducing effect of Omeg hormones..."
Wait a minute, something seems off.
He Muzhi and Raymond looked at each other, and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
' Xuan Jingcheng is clearly an Alpha, and the air is thick with Alpha-like energy that makes them instinctively want to vomit, so where did the Omeg-like energy come from?'
Having never encountered such a situation before, He Muzhi was a little bewildered, but soon he heard Raymond whispering a conspiracy.
"You've probably only realized now that He Muzhi treats you differently. Why don't you go and raid his nest? I'll take care of the shooting. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and I definitely won't shoot you."
Although Raymond didn't understand why Xuan Jingcheng's Alph essence had an inducing effect on Omeg essence, he suddenly recalled the chilling scene of Xuan Jingcheng laughing just because of He Muzhi's voice. He realized his own brain had been clouded by this, and suddenly everything became clear. His face beaming with anticipation, he lowered his voice and said, "Honey, I believe in you! Go for it! You're the best at seducing him!"
"I... you..."
He Muzhi was so choked that he almost couldn't catch his breath.
'Can Raymond even speak human language?!'
However, on the other hand... He Muzhi recalled that during the short period of chasing and fighting, Xuan Jingcheng always went all out against Raymond, but hesitated when it came to him.
In a sense, Raymond's judgment might actually be correct.
He Muzhi: "..."
[Raymond, you're such a sweet treat!]
[Help... who can control Raymond's language talent? Xuan Jingxi, sis, my only sis, you're absolutely a professional at this!]
[That's hopeless. I receive 999+ messages a day. I can't even get a chance to see them in the next cycle. When I do see Raymond, he's either posting training results, asking me questions about my major, or posting my "same style" saying, "Hehe, I have that too!" or "I found it!" Let alone me, I feel dizzy just looking at him. Anyone would think Raymond is provoking me. I'm only not blocking him because he's from Class 6. ]
[Raymond (starry-eyed) is my brother, so I'll sell him.]
[Translate: Are you being polite, Raymond?]
[Tell me, is it useful or not?]
[Ah... that might actually work, but the problem is that with Mu's upright posture, it's impossible for him to do it.]
After listening to Raymond's words, although he had many things he wanted to say to Raymond and was very resistant, He Muzhi still honestly prepared to take a gamble in advance.
Raymond's words make sense.
Xuan Jingcheng Pheromone; during the fight with the two of them, he had used up most of the ammunition in his weapons.
If this dragged on any longer, Xuan Jingcheng would probably realize that he had no chance of winning. His target should be the window in the distance that had collapsed to the point where only a narrow escape Passageway remained. In addition to his weapons, Xuan Jingcheng also had ropes that they did not have.
Judging from Xuan Jingcheng's current hiding place, it must be because the two of them came down too quickly, and Xuan Jingcheng didn't have time to reach his destination, so he had to find a place to hide instead.
Based on the experience from the previous level, Xuan Jingcheng will likely use Pheromones on them again, taking advantage of their being affected by the strange Pheromone effect before making his move.
So, his goal is...
In a few seconds, He Muzhi's gaze fell on the window. He had already made up a plan in his mind regarding Xuan Jingcheng's strange good luck, and silently signaled to Raymond with his expression and eyes.
After Raymond gave an OK Xuan Jingcheng, the two who had been falling from the previous floor without stopping and were moving closer to Xuan Jingcheng's location launched an attack on Xuan Jingcheng's position in one go.
During this time, the sound of footsteps on the ground was deliberately left uncontrolled.
Seven or eight seconds passed. Xuan Jingcheng endured the pain of his broken cheek bones and took deep breaths. Finally, he heard the footsteps of the two people arrive at the desired location. He secretly took a deep breath and, in the blink of an eye, unleashed a sudden burst of Pheromones.
"Damn it, not again!"
"Hiss..."
Raymond's curses and He Muzhi's uncomfortable but restrained groans followed one after another. Xuan Jingcheng smiled with satisfaction at the expected result and seized the opportunity to dart out from the other side.
"There! Stop him!" Raymond's loud shout rang out from the pile of Living Dead, accompanied by several shots.
The truth remained the same as before. As Xuan Jingcheng hid, he discovered that every attack that struck him, causing his Combat Suit to be damaged and losing its basic defensive capabilities, came from He Muzhi, and none of them belonged to Raymond.
'Only He Muzhi could leave a mark on him, and because He Muzhi was as kind as he remembered, apart from the first shot, he never really tried to kill him, but only injured him in an attempt to capture him.' Xuan Jingcheng felt a twisted and secretive excitement as he felt the burning pain from the bullets grazing his wounds.
The surge of adrenaline caused Xuan Jingcheng, who was fleeing with injuries, to not slow down but instead speed up.
Especially when he saw He Muzhi, under the influence of his Pheromones, blushing and in a daze while chasing him, unable to dodge in time and having his helmet knocked off by him, the corners of his lips curled into a smug smile.
'Tsk, whether it's his personality or his bad luck, He Muzhi hasn't changed at all.'
"Careful!"
While carefully maintaining his distance from He Muzhi, Raymond stared in disbelief and dutifully shouted, "He Muzhi!"
Controlling the distance, He Muzhi used the energy from the bottom of his combat boots to accelerate towards Xuan Jingcheng. Feigning being hit but actually taking the Pulse Cannon attack, He Muzhi noticed that his Visual Helmet flew off his body. As his Combat Suit made a sizzling sound, it slammed hard against the wall, shattering the wall and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Even when it came to using himself as bait, He Muzhi found himself at a loss for words, and could only rely on Raymond to distract Xuan Jingcheng from his thoughts.
The roar was still ringing in his ears, He Muzhi, with his sharp eyes, saw Xuan Jingcheng laugh.
Having deliberately damaged his own Combat Suit to lower himself to the same protection level as Xuan Jingcheng, thereby reducing Xuan Jingcheng's vigilance and increasing the success rate of a close-range Assassination, He Muzhi: "..."
'Nerve.'
Feeling bewildered but able to scoff, He Muzhi watched as Xuan Jingcheng successfully stepped onto the window ledge. As he gauged the distance between Xuan Jingcheng, he mentally rehearsed countless times, leaping across the haphazardly laid-down brick walls of ruins. He then feigned having to lower his weapon to free his hands to embrace Xuan Jingcheng, before leaping towards Xuan Jingcheng's location...
Just as Raymond suggested, Xuan Jingcheng's luck was so good that he had no choice but to use himself as bait.
"He Muzhi! Are you crazy? Come back here!" Raymond watched He Muzhi's actions, and even though it was their agreement, his heart still couldn't help but skip a beat. His voice, which was originally three-tenths of an acting performance, was now so shrill and real that it was almost unbearable.
Xuan Jingcheng stepped onto the window, silently saying to He the Masked Man, "See you next time," before hearing Raymond's shrill voice.
Immediately afterwards, he looked up and saw He Muzhi leap over his upper body.
Seeing the astonished look on He Muzhi's face and his flying body, Xuan Jingcheng's face drained of color.
He Muzhi had no rope on him. If he jumped from the nineteenth floor, his Combat Suit would already be destroyed. He would only face certain death.
Xuan Jingcheng had originally intended to jump down, realized this and before he knew it, his hand had already reached out and grabbed He Muzhi's right hand.
"..."
'It actually works!'
For some reason, He Muzhi recalled the meaningful look Qin Su had given him before he came to Leichakan.
Qin Su is omniscient; he doesn't believe Qin Su was unaware of Xuan Jingcheng's true identity and simply allowed Xuan Jingcheng to remain by his side...
He Muzhi, suspended in mid-air, swallowed hard.
'Besides Qin Su testing him, he couldn't think of any other reason.'
The moment his falling body was caught, He Muzhi snapped out of his reverie and looked down. He clearly saw that as soon as he leaped out, a swarm of Living Dead gathered below like flies drawn to the aroma of meat, their heads tilted back, their empty eyes staring at him.
He Muzhi: "..."
With so many Living Dead, if he really fell in, and his Combat Suit was already torn, it would be devoured to shreds instantly. He wouldn't even have a chance to mutate into Living Dead after two hours. How could he be so unlucky?
While his mind was filled with random thoughts and complaints, He Muzhi didn't hesitate in his actions. Almost the instant Xuan Jingcheng grabbed him, he looked up with a surprised gaze at Xuan Jingcheng above him.
"Don't touch Raymond, or I'll let go. Let's see if you can shoot faster or I can let go faster." Grabbing He Muzhi, and meeting He Muzhi's surprised expression, Xuan Jingcheng threatened Raymond without turning his head.
Things proceeded as expected, and Raymond secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He pretended to be threatened and stopped in his tracks, continuing to feign fear in an urgent tone, "Xuan Jingcheng, don't get agitated! Everything is negotiable! Really, we can discuss any conditions, just don't give up!"
Raymond screamed and yelled, unable to deal with He Muzhi and Xuan Jingcheng, but suddenly chose the Living Dead among himself, silently getting closer and closer to the window.
Xuan Jingcheng looked at He Muzhi, who was so unlucky that he had put himself at his mercy, and listened to the sounds of countless Living Dead and Raymond dealing with them behind him, while Raymond did not forget to beg him not to let go. He couldn't help but feel smug.
The next second, he heard He Muzhi's incredulous murmur.
"Why, you..."
He Muzhi wasn't very confident in his acting skills, so he adhered to the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes. He briefly tried to divert Xuan Jingcheng's attention with words, while still showing the discomfort caused by Xuan Jingcheng's Pheromones.
On the comic page, a group of Viewers who had just finished typing "impossible" and sent their message were stunned when they scrolled down to see the next page.
[...I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous. He Muzhi actually listened to that talented Raymond.]
[That bitten lip, that deliberate furrowed brow, that shock in his eyes after being rescued—this honest guy's desperate look, hahaha]
[To be honest, the acting wasn't great, but love has always blinded people, and she's a crush who has her own life in her own hands but no weapons.]
Xuan Jingcheng raised an eyebrow. With He Muzhi's life in his hands, he wasn't in such a hurry anymore.
"I knew it, you knew it was me." Apart from the He Muzhi recognized him as He Wenyuan, which was why he suddenly attacked him, Xuan Jingcheng couldn't think of any other reason why He Muzhi would target him.
"..."
Unable to understand or know what to say, He Muzhi simply shut up, frowning slightly as he prepared the Dagger hidden in his palm, silently urging Raymond to go faster.
He's about to give up the act.
Seeing He Muzhi's tacit agreement, Xuan Jingcheng's smile deepened.
[Hilarious! Xuan Jingcheng thought he was loved, but it turned out to be just He Muzhi's charm. He's imagining his cats' owners thinking they're loved every winter when they crawl into bed, when it's just cold.]
[Believe it or not, I'll get someone to mess with you]
[I laughed for a while and then started crying]
"Why are you only targeting me? If you're so capable, go after those two!" Raymond signaled, having moved to a distance where he could catch He Muzhi.
Judging from the distance of Raymond 'Raymond voice, He Muzhi was able to save himself. Without hesitation, he looked at Xuan Jingcheng and asked, "I want to know, why..."
Just as those few words caught Xuan Jingcheng's attention, He Muzhi suddenly pulled hard.
"Ah!"
Sizzle!
Seemingly not expecting He Muzhi to risk his own life and dare to do this without fear of being pulled away, Xuan Jingcheng's startled exclamation rang out along with the sound of something being plunged into his neck.
A sharp pain shot through his neck from the broken right side of his helmet. His Xuan Jingcheng kicked in, and he instinctively raised a hand to cover his bleeding neck.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain shot through the arm that was gripping He Muzhi, and Xuan Jingcheng that the hand he was holding onto He Muzhi had broken off.
As intense pain swept through his body, Xuan Jingcheng saw He Muzhi strike again, the rope around his waist snapped, and he and He Muzhi plummeted rapidly from the sky.
Above, Raymond flew out of the window.
Immediately, to Xuan Jingcheng's disbelief, Raymond caught He Muzhi as he fell, and the two rose together. He Muzhi's severed and released hand fell in his direction.
"?!"
Only now, seeing this smooth and effortless scene, did Xuan Jingcheng realize he had been deceived. His pupils contracted violently, and he opened his mouth to say something, but his ruptured throat kept leaking air, producing only breathy sounds. He couldn't utter a single word. The feeling of his life slipping away uncontrollably plunged Xuan Jingcheng into a familiar fear.
'Why? What happened?'
'Isn't he God's favorite...? Has he always been lucky?'
Even when facing Raymond's attack just now, despite not putting in much effort, he always managed to evade it due to various favorable circumstances. His injuries were basically all inflicted by He Muzhi. Why has his luck suddenly run out...?
Etc...
In the instant his pupils began to lose focus, Xuan Jingcheng suddenly realized the crucial problem he had been ignoring all along.
'He Muzhi!'
'It's He Muzhi! He can hurt himself; he's outside of good luck!'
In his dying moments, Xuan Jingcheng silently murmured the three words "He Muzhi" before losing consciousness completely. His pupils turned a deathly white as he crashed heavily into the pile of Living Dead below, instantly engulfed.
The arrow struck Xuan Jingcheng's neck, but Raymond managed to catch him. As Xuan Jingcheng fell from the high-rise building, blood splattering from his neck, He Muzhi and Raymond exchanged a glance. Their rapidly beating hearts calmed down slightly. Standing on the windowsill where blood was splattered on the ground, they looked down and clearly saw Xuan Jingcheng being overwhelmed by a group of Living Dead who had been attracted by their commotion.
Raymond tossed his weapon to He Muzhi, and the two of them, without hesitation, fired their most powerful weapons at the ground below with perfect coordination.
Boom boom--
Intense gunfire erupted alongside the beast-like howls of the Living Dead below.
' Qin Su taught that when someone is silenced, they must be completely wiped out; there shouldn't be any chance of survival left for the other side.'
[I'm talking to him]
[Help! No! Waaaaah!]
[You two, He Muzhi and Raymond, you murderers and corpse-whipping bastards!]
Zombies ' lives not lives? Don't they have human rights?
[And here's some more good news: Xuan Jingcheng died without He Muzhi ever knowing he was He Wenyuan (grinning)]
[I'm having a great time, you Plague God fans can do whatever you want.]
"Phew... it's finally over. I never want to experience that again!" Raymond let out a deep breath only after seeing the mangled flesh beneath his helmet through the Visual Helmet. Heaven knows how tense he was. He adjusted the scope back to normal mode, but Raymond noticed He Muzhi's furrowed brow. A question crossed his mind. "He Muzhi, what's wrong? We worked together and successfully killed the traitor in one fell swoop. Isn't that a good thing? Why are you looking so worried?"
"You can talk, but stay away from me." Xuan Jingcheng's strange Alph aura disappeared, He Muzhi's chaotic mind cleared up a lot. Although Raymond's aura had also subsided, the smell of Raymond's Alph aura still lingered in the air. As an Alpha himself, he felt very uncomfortable.
As the emitter of this Pheromone, which carries a strong sense of asserting sovereignty, Raymond's Pheromone scent was far stronger than the air, making him particularly irritating to look at.
He Muzhi kept his composure, afraid that he might lose his temper and punch Raymond in the face.
Raymond wasn't happy about being disliked, so he stepped back and sniffed himself, saying, "I thought I smelled pretty good."
We both got A's!
He Muzhi endured the pain until the veins on his forehead bulged. What did this have to do with whether it smelled good or not?
He Muzhi didn't quite understand Raymond's thought process.
Taking a deep breath and turning his gaze away from below, He Muzhi answered Raymond's question, "It's nothing, I just remembered that Qin Su glanced at me before we came to Leichakan, and I feel like it's somehow related to this matter."
With Full-Band Communication cut off, He Muzhi assumed Qin Su couldn't hear him and told him the truth.
"...!"
The thought that once he left, He Muzhi would become the one isolated by his own thought process, and that he would at least have company, filled Qin Su, who was secretly eavesdropping, with a sense of relief.
Although Raymond and He Muzhi temporarily cut off Full-Band Communication to avoid being overheard by others on the Communication Channel about their joint killing of students from the Leichakan 299th Military Academy before they began dealing with Xuan Jingcheng, it actually had no impact on his listening from the central control communication backend.
Hearing the intense commotion and the conversation between the two, Qin Su temporarily deactivated the comic book camera capture and asked the system, "Is He Wenyuan dead?"
McCarthy was already a dying man, and everything here was under his control. Qin Su didn't care whether McCarthy heard him or not.
He Wenyuan? Who? Why did Qin Su suddenly ask him such a strange question?
McCarthy, bewildered and filled with a barrage of questions, pointed to himself and hesitantly asked, "Should I... know?"
The system checked He Wenyuan's character status; [He's dead.]
Qin Su hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but let a slight smile creep onto his lips. Ignoring McCarthy, who thought he was asking him a question, his gaze fell on the countless screens displaying constantly changing data. "That's truly fantastic."