There was no movement in the ruins.
Agent Feng and Forgiveness Hat quietly approached the overturned sewer entrance.
A thick stench of blood spread through the air.
Agent Feng looked at the Agent Feng lying on the ground. He had died horribly.
"Fuck those hostile NPCs!"
He lowered his head to look into the sewer, where the smell of blood was even stronger.
It looked like blood had been spilled down there too.
Forgiveness Hat secretly looked around. "Those two didn't have horses, so someone must've ridden off on them. Huh? What are you up to?"
"Oh, checking whether the stuff's still down there."
"Wait! Wait, hey! Don't be such a badass!"
Ignoring Forgiveness Hat's warning, Agent Feng closed his eyes and jumped into the sewer. He picked up the stick from last time, tap tap tap~
Forgiveness Hat considered himself pretty brave, but compared to Agent Feng, he was nothing. Knowing ghosts were below, Agent Feng still charged straight into their den.
Eight minutes later, Agent Feng returned, dragging a corpse and carrying a bag. A layer of green mist shrouded him, and three Fierce Ghosts followed behind him: a long-haired woman, a blushing little boy, and a human-faced creature crawling like a spider on eight arms.
"Holy shit! You didn't die?"
Agent Feng kept his eyes closed as he threw the bag up first. Then he handed the corpse to Forgiveness Hat, who pulled it up, before climbing out himself.
His face was deathly pale, completely bloodless, as if he had pushed himself to the point of total collapse.
A glance at his health showed that he had just over forty points left.
Agent Feng said smugly, "Was that extreme or what? By the way, what were you yelling for before I went down? Were you afraid a