Chapter 146: Fleeing to the Wasteland

The fighting inside the city is raging like a wildfire, causing heavy casualties, yet there is no peace outside the city walls either.

At this moment, the sun is high in the sky, and the low-level people in the shantytown are all at their various workplaces, leaving the area largely empty, which is why it was fortunately not directly affected.

The Elegant Garden is the living and office quarters for Foundation Establishment stewards; it is usually elegant and filled with spiritual energy, completely different from the dirty, chaotic, and crowded shantytown, standing between the city wall and the shantytown like an outpost outside the city.

Naturally, this place has also become a target for the evil cultivators.

When the main force of evil cultivators charged straight toward the gate, a smaller group split off and infiltrated the Elegant Garden.

In this garden, apart from Steward Shi of the Mineral Affairs Department, whose style is different and who is currently busy mediating a fierce fight between several mines and is not here, all the other stewards are staying here, considering themselves superior and neglecting their duties, without the slightest bit of preparation.

In front of the Corpse Affairs Hall.

He did not discover the evil cultivators.

The moment his footsteps subconsciously stopped, the evil cultivators lurking in the garden launched a surprise attack, and in the blink of an eye, nearly half of the other stewards who were also startled were killed.

However, because Tang Yiping had once specifically lectured He Bo on this aspect, it made this fellow somewhat hesitant, and coupled with his pride in his status, he did not directly make a move.

He Bo was thinking this, his feet practically greased for escape, but he belonged to the unlucky sort, so he was quickly spotted by an evil cultivator.

"With a monthly salary of only a few dozen spirit stones, and staying in a retirement office like the Elegant Garden, why should I risk my life against evil cultivators!?"

"What kind of petty thief dares to come here and offend?!"

As for whether this is the major emergency event Tang Yiping spoke of?

My life is about to be lost, isn't that major and urgent enough!

However, He Bo was relatively lucky; after taking out his trump card—a second-tier zombie—and using it as a sacrifice to stall for time, he finally managed to escape the gaze of the evil cultivator, albeit with heavy injuries.

Running wildly all the way, his goal was clear.

He Bo had not yet noticed the deaths of his colleagues, and hearing another steward let out such an angry shout, he naturally climbed up to peer out.

"Gaga ga!"

As for why Xu Ran was merely stiff?

Once I finish hiding, I will kill you, the mole, first!

Facing an enemy that was actually small in number, the stewards, whose dictionaries lacked the word "cooperation," would never choose to help even if they saw a colleague being targeted; instead, they would run even faster and further away.

Xu Ran had also been very close to Du En, and even the supervisor overhead had come to help, so how could he not come?

Thus, they gathered together like this, having just buried an evil corpse in the morning and were currently guarding against any unexpected situations that might arise again today.

He Bo's murderous gaze glared at Li Jian, causing his legs to go weak, and he collapsed onto the similarly frozen Xu Ran beside him, which prevented him from falling directly to the ground.

Because Du En is still alive!

"That fellow Zhao Jinlin is a piece of trash! A useless thing! He hadn't even killed that brat Du En, yet he died at the hands of the evil cultivators first!"

Find a place to hide!

Where is the best place to hide outside the city now?

The Corpse Burial Wasteland!

He Bo was still muttering when, very suddenly, he heard the loud noise coming from the city gate.

But he remained very anxious and still very uneasy.

Looking at it now, it is clearly because of a mole!

Damn it!

With Wei Ming as the new leader, the five corpse buriers, whose staffing was incomplete due to being given a hard time, were carrying out their daily corpse burial work.

He Bo did not hesitate at all.

One day and one night—no matter what, this time is enough for the higher-ups to quell the chaos, and even if they couldn't, reinforcements from outside would have arrived long ago!

It was mainly because, recently, one or two evil corpses or strange corpses would appear from time to time; it was a little trick used by the evil cultivators to distract and confuse everyone in the border city.

As long as he ran fast enough, then it would be others who died!

As long as others used their lives to consume time, once the Chief City Lord exerted his power to save the situation, their crisis would naturally be resolved!

Besides them, the corpse transport supervisor Li Jian, and Xu Ran, who had also been promoted to foreman and was an old acquaintance of Du En from the same period, were all here now.

Given He Bo's hatred for Du En, his attitude toward these old subordinates of his was naturally very poor.

Originally, He Bo had been very curious if Ren Li, the former corpse burial supervisor, had left these lowlifes some benefit, which was why there had been no deaths.

"Pah!"

After other stewards captured the horrifying scene with their divine sense or eyes, they were also immediately terrified, realizing that terrible evil cultivators had invaded, and connecting the events, their unease was realized, and they were drenched in cold sweat.

Because He Bo's undisguised mana fluctuations impacted the others—who, apart from Li Jian, were at most at the middle stage of Qi Refining—they temporarily lost control of their bodies, causing them to fall into a stiff, frozen state.

He Bo looked up and saw the bright, sunny sky, but only felt it was vast and gray-black; it was truly oppressive and gloomy!

As long as Du En is not dead, his heart cannot be at peace!

After all, it only took Du En about six years to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, and now two more years have passed; even if someone told him the other party had already broken through to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, he would dare to believe it!

"Damn it, damn it..."

And when the corpse transport supervisor Li Jian saw He Bo, his scalp went numb, and he shouted in his heart that things were going to be bad!

He Bo was scared out of his wits.

This gathering together was naturally not a normal situation.

For the evil cultivators, it was a little trick, but for the low-level corpse buriers and transporters, every single one was a sinister situation that could kill them!

Therefore, He Bo was now running headlong, just wanting to reach the wasteland, seal it off, and hide inside.

When He Bo fled over here, what he saw from afar was the harmonious scene between the two sides.

The other surviving stewards were the same, but because the situation was too abnormal, they lacked their usual calm and were secretly harboring growing unease.

"Ah!!!"

Fleeing and chasing, the two sides made contact in the shantytown; the stewards were terrified out of their wits and had no scruples, casting spells one after another, causing great destruction.

He always signaled his subordinates to do the work, and then, of course, he didn't give them a single cent of their wages.

"Damn it! I spent so much, constantly buying those specialized communication talismans from him, only to end up with nothing to show for it!"

He Bo, the Corpse Affairs Steward here, currently had a dark expression, anxiety and unease etched onto his face, as he paced back and forth at the doorway.

Because he felt he hadn't fully repaid the debt of gratitude he owed Du En—specifically for killing his Dao companion Zhu'er, who had fallen into becoming an evil cultivator—and since both sides were involved and could be considered part of the same group, Li Jian used his position to continue looking after the corpse buriers after Du En left.

A dying scream rang out, and He Bo and the other stewards saw their colleague suddenly have his skin peeled off alive, writhing on the ground like a meat worm in a horrific display, before finally kicking his legs and dying.

"And that bunch of damned evil cultivators! Why go kill that piece of trash Zhao Jinlin instead of properly going after Du En?!"

It was just like the actions they used to take whenever there was an abnormal situation.

The dwarf-like evil cultivator cackled strangely and landed in front of him, scaring him into having to launch a counterattack.

At the same time, over at the Corpse Burial Wasteland.

Bang!

He Bo had rushed too fast and tumbled directly off his magical artifact, stumbling and nearly falling, his head almost plunging into a pile of corpses.

He spat out blood-mixed phlegm, shook his head, and without hesitation, quickly formed hand seals to cast a spell, intending to isolate the inside of the wasteland from the outside and turn this place into the best hiding spot.

His heart was filled with various angry words that had been echoing for who knows how many days.

Immediately, they did not hesitate and chose to flee in different directions.

As long as it could be successfully activated, it would form a layer of absolute isolation, completely obscuring all contact between the inside and outside, and for the next day and night, no one would be able to step into this borderland!

And then.

Hmm?! Good grief, guarded against day and night, but the thief within is the hardest to guard against; the traitor was actually right by my side?!

His first reaction was nothing but astonishment.

The remaining people hadn't died or been injured, mainly because there were few evil cultivators who had infiltrated, and the stewards lived quite far apart, so killing one person each meant they could only kill that many.

As the Corpse Affairs Steward here, he had been specifically taught a spell by Chief Steward Tang Yiping; if any major emergency occurred, he was to find a way to reach the wasteland and cast this spell to activate the measures set up there.

Because he was severely injured, the spell was cast somewhat slowly.

However, the changes triggered by this still made the others nearby shudder, suddenly breaking free from their stiffness, all gasping for air, yet only able to breathe in the smell of sweat and rotting corpses, causing them to cough uncontrollably.

(End of chapter)