The River Was Too Small to Wash Away a Fat Man

"Should we go take a look at the river where Gela Jiang got swept away?"

The moment Morel said that, Bai Zhu's first instinct was to refuse.

A place capable of sweeping away someone like Gela Jiang, a Nen user who controlled water currents, was clearly not somewhere safe.

But Gela Jiang still hadn't been found.

Bai Zhu raised a hand and rubbed his face.

"Let's go."

Milluki immediately looked over.

"Didn't you just say we shouldn't go down yet?"

"Checking out the river doesn't mean going down there to die."

Bai Zhu pointed at Morel. "Big bro's injured like this and still thinking about pulling someone out. The two of us are standing around perfectly fine and playing dead. That's kind of shitty."

Milluki wanted to argue, but swallowed the words before they came out.

Morel lowered his head and settled his pipe back on his shoulder.

"Then let's go."

As soon as he stood, his body swayed.

Bai Zhu reached out and supported his arm.

Morel frowned.

"I'm not that fragile."

"Yeah, you're very tough."

Morel raised his pipe as if he wanted to smack him with it.

Milluki immediately took a step back.

"Don't hit him. He's the healer right now. If you break him, we're all dead."

Bai Zhu looked at Milluki.

"You finally said something human, young master."

"Fuck off."

Morel couldn't be bothered with them. He raised a hand and exhaled several clouds of Purple Smoke.

The Purple Smoke spread along the ground, forming several small, half-crouching Smoke Soldiers that scattered in every direction.

"Stay close."

The three left the ruins.

Morel walked in front, with the Smoke Soldiers spread out on either side.

Bai Zhu took the rear, while Milluki stayed in the middle.

No large groups of monsters pounced on them along