The Little Turtle crossed its arms, its nostrils pointing upwards, looking as if to say, "I'm giving you a chance, so cherish it and be grateful."
result.
Jiang Fan reached into his pocket, pulled it out, and threw it into the fat man's arms.
Then he just turned and left, still holding the cat.
The Little Turtle's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight, and it was so angry it felt like it was about to explode.
Seeing the Little Turtle's posture, as if it were about to devour a person alive, the fat man couldn't help but feel a chill for Jiang Fan.
My inner voice kept screaming, "Brother Fan Brother Fan, you're truly brave! You're absolutely the bravest person I've ever met. Seriously, aren't you even a little bit afraid of dying?"
The atmosphere was tense, and it looked like things were about to escalate out of control and explode.
With a whoosh, the Little Turtle jumped out of the fat man's arms and landed back in Jiang Fan's pocket.
"Hmph! Kid, what do you take me for? You think I'll just leave because you tell me to? Let me tell you, I'm not going to do what you want. And don't get me wrong, I'm not staying to protect you, I'm here to see how you die. Like I said, if you don't beg me, I absolutely won't save you, and I mean it!"
Jiang Fan was too lazy to pay attention to the Little Turtle anymore, and instead looked tenderly at the orange cat Ruins Spirit in his arms.
"I'll call you Little White then."
" Little White?" The Little Turtle stared blankly at the orange cat Ruins Spirit's orange fur, clearly taken aback. "Are you blind? White? Where's the white? It's clearly orange, okay?"
Jiang Fan really couldn't be bothered to pay attention to it, but he still answered anyway.
He pointed to the few stray white hairs on the orange cat Ruins Spirit's neck and said, "Isn't this white fur?"
The Little Turtle's eyes widened, staring at the direction Jiang Fan was pointing. Without even counting, it could only see two or three white hairs. Then, with utter speechlessness, it muttered:
"Uh, you really are someone who only takes one sip from a vast ocean of water."
The scene changes.
A masked man in a loose robe, led by two Ruins Species, entered a tree hollow of a large tribe.
The tree hollow was spacious and luxurious, with a red carpet embroidered with gold trim stretching from the entrance to the throne in the main hall.
On the throne sat a Ruins Species who was almost at the elite level. If Jiang Fan were to see him now, he would definitely take him more seriously.
The danger posed by this Ruins Species was far greater than any other Ruins Species he had encountered before.
This Ruins Species appeared to be around forty or fifty years old, like a human, but his face was extremely pale.
There was grief, anger, pain, and boundless murderous intent.
"My lord, the person has been brought." The guard from the Ruins Species led the masked man in said, bowing his head in fear and trepidation.
They were afraid that the other person might get upset and scatter his ashes.
After all, the adult's daughter, son-in-law, and unborn grandson are all gone.
The Ruins Species on the throne is named Fan Keyuan, who is the biological father of the pregnant female Ruins Species that Jiang Fan killed a few days ago.
Not long after Jiang Fan wiped out the couple's evil Ruins Species, the bad news reached Fan Keyuan.
The moment Fan Keyuan heard the news of the death, he immediately killed the subordinate who came to report it.
The roars and howls echoed throughout the entire tribe.
Heaven knows Ruins Species the entire tribe of Xuzhong survived that terrifying moment. Fan Keyuan's personality was already extremely eccentric and violent, and now that his family was all dead, they were terrified that he would drag them down with him in his rage.
Fan Keyuan opened his heavy eyelids, his eyes covered with spiderweb-like red blood vessels, and coldly looked at the masked man standing in front of the hall.
"So you're the one who said you knew who wiped out my daughter's tribe?"
The moment the masked man met Fan Keyuan's murderous gaze, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and a sense of dread crept into his heart.
Despite his fear, he had finally seized this opportunity to destroy Jiang Fan, and he absolutely could not let it slip by.
Thinking of this, the fear that had filled his eyes was instantly replaced by hatred.
"Yes, I do know."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Fan Keyuan darted in front of him, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up.
Do you know what will happen if you lie to me?
The masked man, struggling to breathe, instinctively reached out from under his wide sleeves and grabbed Fan Keyuan.
It's more like a pair of claws than a hand.
"I, I absolutely—did not—lie!"
"Um?"
Fan Keyuan stared at the masked man's claws, which were extremely similar to those of a demonic beast, but they didn't seem to be pieced on; rather, they were naturally growing on the man's body.
"That's rather interesting."
With that, Fan Keyuan threw the masked man to the ground.
"Tell me more specifically, who are you? And why are you looking for me?"
The masked man took a few deep breaths before speaking.
"Ahem, ahem, I come from the Human Race's World Salvation Cult. Our sect's doctrine is to guide mortals to salvation and bring eternal blessings."
"Transforming a mortal body?" Fan Keyuan scrutinized the masked man with keen interest. "The 'transforming a mortal body' you mentioned, could it be this so-called modification that makes one neither human nor beast?"
Upon hearing this, the masked man clenched his teeth, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, but he had no choice but to endure it and dare not retaliate in the slightest.
"The word 'reformation' is not quite appropriate. On the day I joined the cult, the elders said that we humans are born with flawed and crude bodies, which is original sin. Only by severing our original inferiority and reshaping our bodies can we cross the sea of suffering in this world and return to our true selves."
"But judging from your expression, you don't seem to like yourself this way," Fan Keyuan said with a sneer.
One sentence once again stepped on the masked man's tail. He had only recently joined the World Salvation Cult and had not yet fully integrated into it, so he did not have a deep-rooted faith.
As Fan Keyuan said, if he could, he would rather be a complete, normal person.
But the reality is, he had no choice.
In fact, not only his hands had transformed into this inhuman, beast-like shape, but his legs had as well.
It's all Jiang Fan's fault!
It's his fault for not coming to the rescue during the beast tide at Fortress No. 31 a few months ago.
That's right, the masked man was none other than Jiang Youtian, the eldest son of Jiang Fan's biological parents.
Jiang Youtian lost both legs to a monster during a beast tide, ending his martial arts career and leaving him to live a life worse than death while bedridden.
The Jiang Family, who had previously doted on him, changed their attitude and abandoned him in an old, long-abandoned house, intending for him to fend for himself.
Just when he was helplessly waiting to die, people from the World Salvation Cult appeared and asked him if he wanted to live.
Who doesn't want to live?
They also asked him if he wanted to return to the path of martial arts and become even stronger, willing to risk everything for it.
He didn't know who they were, but he agreed without hesitation.
As mentioned before, he had no choice.