There was a remnant of light at the edge of the sky—the last rays of the setting sun.
Zhang Yang sat gloomily atop the crumbling, dilapidated city wall, feeling as if he was about to become a poet.
That was right. He had returned after hitting a wall at every turn.
His little cousin had refused to join him, while that bastard Qin Ge had deceived him, spouting nonsense about disdaining invasion. Yet before three days had passed, the tide of invasion had swept in.
This Liaozhai World data world was visibly deteriorating and sinking. Wherever the black fog passed, nothing could escape.
"Zhang Yang, we have to retreat immediately. At the latest, this world will fall by noon tomorrow. Although the losses are substantial, we've at least obtained a virus sample. Given some time, we'll be able to research an antivirus program for this virus. There's no need to keep fighting here."
Li Cang urged him earnestly. Their purpose here had basically been accomplished. Zhang Yang had given them a Curse Fruit, which was equivalent to obtaining a sample for deciphering the Snake Plague Virus.
Besides, this world was merely a data world and could be rebuilt at any time. The Third War Zone had already made isolation preparations for precisely this reason.
"You can leave. I need some peace and quiet."
Zhang Yang raised his head with a broad smile. "I'm different from you. Really. I'm not an Antivirus Hunter. I come and go as I please."
"Then... take care."
Li Cang hesitated. He had not seen any desire for death on Zhang Yang's face. A fellow like this did not seem like someone who would casually throw his life away. Most importantly, they truly were not on the same path.
"Farewell!"
Zhang Yang cheerfully saw off Li