An Outstanding Cleaner

Slap!

Just as Wang Ye sank into thought, another slap rang out. Yang Chen expressionlessly slapped Wang Ye's hand.

Wang Ye was stunned.

What was that about?

With some confusion, he watched as Yang Chen forcibly tugged the note from his hand bit by bit and placed it into a pocket called the "Recycle Bin."

Damn it!

Once or twice was one thing, but was this guy ever going to stop?

Wang Ye glared at Yang Chen, his fists clenching.

But Yang Chen merely gave Wang Ye a calm—or rather, completely emotionless—look before turning and leaving. Ghostly energy surged, and he vanished from the room.

"This guy... I really don't know whether becoming like this was a blessing or a curse."

"If... the day Peace Under Heaven truly comes, how will you live then?"

Wang Ye sighed emotionally, then shook his head with a self-mocking smile. Thinking about that now was far too distant.

If that day truly came, even he would have to work hard to lessen his own presence and retire into seclusion. How could he possibly have the energy to worry about others?

At worst, he would take this guy into seclusion with him.

If Yang Chen left first, that would be easy enough. But if Wang Ye left first, then he would take him along.

Casting aside those chaotic thoughts, Wang Ye closed his eyes again and rested.

Thankfully,

nothing inexplicable happened this time.

The next day.

The lively clamor from God Burying City woke Wang Ye.

Investigators gathered around the square, watching the feeble young man and several others roll up their sleeves and fight.

It was more of a sparring match, one of the investigators' usual forms of entertainment.

It also helped them hone their combat experience.

Besides, in a place like God