"Not bad. What a fertile body—it actually bore so many fruits."
"So the ones I'd grown before were never satisfactory because there weren't enough nutrients."
Wu Heng slung the bananas over his back, then turned to Anita. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and handed her a bunch.
"You'll have to walk the road ahead on your own."
"Seek the path of fear, keep growing, walk through reality, and use the Satan Cult and all kinds of evil spirits as nutrients. That is your life."
"Consider this bunch of bananas my final gift to you."
Anita accepted it blankly, drawing the spider-like limbs on her back back into her body. She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
She could only nod silently.
If she could, she truly wanted to go with Wu Heng to fight these evils, even giving everything she had.
But Wu Heng clearly had no such intention.
Since the three-headed hound had not felt any fear toward her and had been subdued by Wu Heng, she could not Siphon its power either.
After watching Wu Heng's retreating figure return to the apartment, she fell silent for a moment before turning and slowly walking into the dark forest.
The road that had terrified her beyond measure on the way there now seemed utterly ordinary on the way back.
She even hoped to encounter those two Satan Cultists again. This time, she would definitely use all her strength to deal with them and give them no chance to strike.
Meanwhile, the drunken old man on the fourth floor hurriedly shut his window. Not daring to take another look, he pulled the blanket over himself and pretended to sleep.
Fortunately, Wu Heng had only thrown out bananas, interrupting the hellhound's charged attack. It also freed his