Chapter 955: Rat Party

Rat Party

"Exactly."

Eight of Spades gently rubbed the surface of the desk with his fingertips. "Seven of Spades was originally a person of the Wuji Domain. Back then, before he joined the Dusk Society, he was already a somewhat famous witch doctor here... This hospital was also his private property before joining the Dusk Society."

Opaque glass, heavy doors, iron beds, equipment-free operating environments...

As expected of Chu Muyun's hospital, his personal style was indeed pushed to the maximum, Chen Ling thought to himself.

"Then where is he right now?"

"I don't know, anyway he's not in the Wuji Domain." Eight of Spades paused for a moment. "Right now, the only Dusk Society members still trapped in this Realm should be just you and me... If you hadn't suddenly appeared, I would still be locked in the church."

Chen Ling nodded slightly. "Fortunately, now that you are hiding your identity and staying in this hospital, you shouldn't be discovered in the short term."

"That's not necessarily true. Every once in a while, the Silver King's people will conduct a search, and they will definitely come to check this hospital then... They want to find traces of the Rat Party."

"It's those remnants of the original Witchcraft Association." Eight of Spades explained. "After the Silver King's forces took control of the Wuji Domain, they have been trying to eradicate those witches scattered among the populace. But the Path of the Witch God is ultimately bizarre and unpredictable, with many branches. Their ranks might not be high, but their methods are definitely not few...

These witches were forced into a corner, losing their living space bit by bit. In the end, they could only hide among the populace in the Wuji Domain, hiding here and there, unable to see the light of day. So they call themselves the Rat Party."

"So that's how it is, but this name is really..."

For a moment, Chen Ling couldn't find a suitable adjective.

Other people's resistance forces had names that were each more domineering than the last, like the Heaven and Earth Society or something. But this was really the first time he had heard of comparing oneself to a "rat"... It could only be said that this group of witches had quite a sense of humor. Even when driven to a desperate situation, they still had the leisure to mock themselves for fun.

"Although that group of witches calls themselves 'rats', what they are doing is greater than the sun... If you have the opportunity to come into contact with them later, you can properly help them out a bit. It's not easy for them." Eight of Spades' face was full of seriousness.

"Looking at it this way, you have already come into contact with them?"

"Although I haven't deeply participated in their actions, I have indeed helped them quite a bit in other aspects." Eight of Spades glanced out the window. "Previously, they wanted to risk their lives to send a batch of children out of Wuji. I was the one who provided cover for them... Six of Clubs also participated. Calculating the time, they should have already arrived in the Tianshu Domain."

Hearing this, Chen Ling's expression was somewhat strange, but after hesitating for a moment, he still didn't tell the news that those children were almost completely wiped out.

He looked across the street and saw that Hong Xiu had already left the shop carrying two large bags of flatbreads, so he immediately said:

"I have to go. If anyone asks, just say I came to find you to fill out a questionnaire."

"Questionnaire...?" Eight of Spades was stunned, a bit unable to figure out Chen Ling's routine.

Chen Ling was just about to leave when he suddenly seemed to think of something:

"Where is the thing I gave you last time?"

Previously, when the Silver King was still here, Chen Ling was worried that he was constantly being monitored and the other party would discover his Timeline Save File. So he took advantage of the opportunity of meeting with Eight of Spades to send the save file out...

Now that the Silver King was not in Wuji, and there was no one monitoring him in real time, Chen Ling wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to enter the Timeline Save File again.

"Oh, right here."

Eight of Spades bent down, fumbled under the table leg for a moment, pulled out a USB Drive, and handed it to Chen Ling.

"Such an important thing, and you used it to prop up the table leg???" Seeing this scene, Chen Ling had a shocked expression.

"You don't understand this. Don't forget, this is the territory of the Fire-Stealers." Eight of Spades smiled,

"As long as the Silver King wants to, he can steal any item in this Realm at any time, no matter how deeply it's hidden... So the best way to hide a thing is not to protect it, but to make people feel that it is unimportant, and even ignore its existence.

Would the Silver King think that the dignified Timeline Save File of the Dusk Society would be used to prop up a table leg?"

"...Makes sense."

The seniors of the Dusk Society were all shrewd individuals!

...

Hong Xiu carried two large bags of flatbreads and was just about to walk into the entrance of the Private Hospital when she saw Chen Ling holding a questionnaire, slowly walking down from above.

"So fast?" Hong Xiu was somewhat surprised.

"This Private Hospital is almost closing down. There's no one at all, just a Dean drinking tea inside. I simply asked a few questions and left."

"Oh."

Hong Xiu had absolutely no interest in Chen Ling's investigation results, and casually tossed the two large bags to Chen Ling. "The things you wanted."

Chen Ling felt the heavy sensation, and his mouth twitched slightly. "Why is there so much?"

"Isn't this your normal food intake?"

Chen Ling: ...

"You just said you haven't eaten for a day." Hong Xiu frowned and spoke. "What? Now you can't eat it again?"

"...I can eat it. I just think that you buying so much is really a bit of a waste of money."

Chen Ling braced himself, opened the two large bags, pulled out a piece of flatbread right by the side of the road, and stuffed it into his mouth without a second word, chewing crazily at the same time, looking like a starved ghost.

Then came the second piece, the third piece...

Without drinking a mouthful of water halfway, Chen Ling forcibly gnawed through two large bags of more than thirty flatbreads. By the last few, even swallowing became difficult. By the time he finished eating everything, his eyes were full of blood streaks.

"Let's go, let's go back." Chen Ling's voice was hoarse, like a dying person walking out of a desert.

Only then did Hong Xiu react that she only bought flatbreads and forgot to buy water... She gave Chen Ling a somewhat apologetic look, but was too embarrassed to speak, so she nodded and sat back in the passenger seat.

Enduring his almost cracked lips, Chen Ling stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car rushed toward the church amidst the roar.

More than ten minutes later.

Chen Ling strode meteorically into the dining hall, picked up a bottle of water, and crazily poured it into his mouth!

After consecutively drinking several bottles, he heavily smashed the empty bottle onto the table. Holding a thick stack of questionnaires in his other hand, his eyes red, he began to ask the people around him:

"Where's Chi Tong? Where is Chi Tong??"

Several maids and Fire-Stealers were all terrified by this scene, and for a moment didn't dare to speak.

Only one Fire-Stealer's mouth twitched slightly, responding: "Um, Lord Chi Tong has something to do tonight and isn't here."

"Not here?" Chen Ling glanced at the thick questionnaires in his hand, seemingly somewhat disappointed,

"Alright, then I'll look for him tomorrow."

After speaking, he crossed the corridor alone and walked toward his room.

Seeing this scene, that Fire-Stealer finally let out a long sigh of relief... Also sighing in relief was Chi Tong, who was hiding behind the door, not daring to make a sound. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking like he had narrowly escaped a disaster.