The skinny man stayed crouched inside the car, not daring to move. Only after the smoke cleared and the dangerous presence outside had moved farther and farther away did his taut nerves finally relax. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then cautiously and quietly climbed out of the car—he wouldn't let his guard down until the very last moment!
This was terrifying. This world was terrifying!
He turned in place, picked the least dangerous direction, and ran.
Only now did he finally have time to think. The aura of that woman just now had felt so familiar. Her voice had sounded muffled, but it was familiar too. Could she have been Lord God of Slaughter?
Wait, Lord God of Slaughter?! A golden ticket!
The skinny man slapped his thigh and turned around, running back. How could he have missed such a powerful backer? It was all because he was too timid. Whenever something happened, all he thought about was staying alive—how could he pay attention to anything else?
"Wait for me, my lord!"
But by the time he ran back, Ye Zhao was nowhere to be seen.
And he was so unlucky that dozens of Mycelium Monsters had shown up at the very place where Ye Zhao had been!
Mycelium Monsters were easy to recognize, after all. At a time like this, anyone still swaggering openly through the streets, covered in blood and missing limbs but still able to move, was ninety-nine percent likely to be a Mycelium Monster.
Afraid of being spotted, the skinny man hurriedly hid in a corner. Those Mycelium Monsters were acting strangely—they seemed to be discussing something. Though he was some distance away, his physical attributes were high enough that he could hear them plotting to deal with a female Mycelium Monster called