So even demigods weren't immune.
Being pointed at by two pieces of genuine heavy firepower didn't stir any emotion in Fu Qian.
Though he couldn't help wondering what a spectacular scene it would be if every bullet inside them were fired.
There was no emotional motive behind his decision to ignore the warnings and leave just now. Checking the interceptor's condition had been one of his goals.
As it turned out, although high-ranking Transcendents were more resistant to Clear Dream, the effect on Lady Thirteen had been almost fleeting.
Aside from some innate inability-to-sleep constitution, there was a very good chance that, like Winona and the others, she had fallen victim to the Evil Plague.
Considering her contact with Mr. Rick, it couldn't have spread very far.
All he could say was that the Evil Plague was shockingly contagious. It felt like it had gone beyond the level of "look at someone and they get pregnant."
Its concealment was just as outrageous. Even someone as powerful as Lady Thirteen, a demigod, had been infected without realizing it.
If this continued unchecked, what would become of Los? That was far more thought-provoking than the prospect of those two guns firing.
This grim outcome confirmed two things. First, the isolation and surveillance plan had indeed been the right call.
As for his mission, getting anywhere near Mr. Rick was practically a guaranteed instant death.
Second, the Night Watchers had found the real culprit. Their good news hadn't been fabricated; so far, none of the other infected people he'd encountered had shown any sign of being contagious.
"I gave you a physical."
With the situation growing clearer, Fu Qian looked at Lady Thirteen's icy expression and replied, pleased.
"Heh... So how did it go?"
Unfortunately, that answer wasn't just hard to believe;