Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Cheng cut him off, his voice firm as iron. "There's no point talking about this now. Fatty's already set out. We're on a mission, and there are no absolutely safe options here. We've already made our decision, so we have to trust our own judgment."
The logic was easy enough to understand. Yao Shunyu had never been one to hesitate, but this time was different. Wang Fugui was the one going into danger, and he couldn't help worrying.
"I understand."
Yao Shunyu looked away, gazing at the lone, plump figure standing in the distance.
"Scrape—"
"Scrape—"
Fatty, who had been constantly on guard, shuddered slightly. He'd heard it. The Disaster-Bringing Woman had appeared sooner than he'd expected.
Though he'd already prepared himself mentally, Fatty still couldn't help clenching his fingers when he saw that strange figure.
The Disaster-Bringing Woman emerged slowly from a patch of shadow. To Fatty's surprise, the veil that had been lifted from her head was now firmly back in place. As she drew closer, its edges trembled continuously, as though it might fall off at any moment.
Fatty took a deep breath, gave one last look toward the spot where Jiang Cheng and Yao Shunyu were hiding, then stepped forward to meet the Disaster-Bringing Woman.
Thanks to the experience left behind by those who'd come before, Fatty's actions went smoothly. He copied Zhang Qizheng's movements, keeping pace with the Disaster-Bringing Woman. Whenever she moved forward, he took a step back. Though her figure swayed violently and her movements were badly distorted, that posed no problem for Fatty, whose agility was exceptional.
As the veil was lifted, the Disaster-Bringing Woman's corpse-like face was exposed. Her lifeless eyes rolled slowly before fixing on Fatty's face.
"Name."
"My name."
The Disaster-Bringing Woman raised