Chapter 34: It's a tracker, I installed a tracker!

Chu Zihang took out his phone, likely glanced at some message, seemed to spend a bit too long on it, and then stuffed it back into his pocket.

Lu Mingfei shifted his body uncomfortably; he had already taken off his down jacket, yet he still felt like he couldn't catch his breath.

The heating in the building was turned up too high.

Xishan Villa certainly had modern electronic equipment inside, but it was well-disguised, blending into the ancient decorative style.

The essence of such high-end entertainment clubs lies in the enjoyment of what appears low-key on the outside but is luxurious on the inside, rather than actual suffering.

To say the heating was turned up high was just to say it was a bit hot; it shouldn't have been enough to make someone unable to breathe.

But perhaps because the torrential rain outside had such high precipitation, the air, which should have been dry in winter, now had a humidity level that had risen sharply, reaching a point that was almost off the charts.

The water vapor could be said to be somewhat overly saturated; Lu Mingfei could even see a pale mist floating in the air, and tiny beads of water were condensing into sheets on the wooden walls—one touch and his hand would be covered in water.

If he hadn't been unable to find them, Lu Mingfei would have even suspected that there was a well-hidden humidifier working at maximum power every few meters.

High temperature, high humidity—this was a typical characteristic of "south-wind days/plum rain season," making one feel as stifled and sticky as if they were inside a steamer!

However, this was just a minor discomfort brought on by the environment, and it was still barely tolerable.

What Lu Mingfei felt fortunate about was that they should have arrived just in time.

The interior of "Xishan Villa" did not exude the eerie atmosphere he had seen from the outside; instead, it was brightly lit and quite normal. If not for this off-the-charts humidity, it could be considered quiet and peaceful.

As they walked toward their destination, they could still occasionally encounter pretty waitresses wearing cheongsams. The kind that could walk and jump, talk and breathe, all with polite, service-oriented smiles on their faces.

If something bad had already happened, it would be impossible for them to still be this calm.

Lu Mingfei didn't believe anyone's professional attitude could be strong to this extent!

"Doesn't look like anything's wrong?"

Lu Mingfei muttered.

Chu Zihang didn't speak; he just walked quickly, the long black tennis bag clutched in his hand.

Lu Mingfei already knew what kind of lethal weapon was hidden inside, but he had yet to see the scene of Chu Zihang drawing it; he imagined it must be very imposing and sharp... though he would prefer not to see it tonight.

The suddenly ringing phone made their footsteps pause.

Chu Zihang fished out his phone and resumed his pace. He glanced at the caller ID and his heart tightened instantly.

It was Mom.

The call was answered subconsciously, yet no sound came through.

This wasn't Mom's style; with her carefree personality, as long as she took the initiative to call, she should have been pouring out a whole basket of things, leaving Chu Zihang with no chance to interject.

And now, with no sound, it meant...

Chu Zihang listened intently, his pace quickening, so fast that Lu Mingfei could barely keep up.

He finally heard it.

There was actually sound on the other end of the line, it was just too faint before—it was the sound of breathing, trembling, short breaths, like a reaction to seeing something too terrifying.

And now, the breathing had intensified.

She was trembling, terrified, and finally let out a somewhat hoarse plea for help in despair.

"Son, come save Mom quickly..."

Chu Zihang's face twitched violently.

Lanyue Pavilion was already right before their eyes.

"You wait here." Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei.

"Okay."

Lu Mingfei waited honestly where he was; he had self-awareness and knew that being obedient was his greatest help for now.

Chu Zihang walked toward Lanyue Pavilion, and Lu Mingfei noticed that the Golden Pupil in his senior's eyes had brightened; the burning Golden Pupil became increasingly intense, almost like two gas lamps, and the light could be seen even from behind.

A low chant was emitted from Chu Zihang's mouth, the rhythm becoming faster and faster, evolving into a high-pitched incantation.

The surrounding air became increasingly scorching; Lu Mingfei widened his eyes in surprise, seeing a ball of raging fire emerge in Chu Zihang's hand, and as he moved forward, that ball of fire grew larger and larger, finally comparable to the size of a person!

Was this Fireball Technique that his senior was releasing? What kind of flame mage setting was this? Wait, what is his senior trying to do by releasing a fireball now!

In Lu Mingfei's eyes, wide with disbelief, Chu Zihang walked up to Lanyue Pavilion, and then—

He threw that ball of fire inside.

Then a violent explosion occurred, the massive sound deafening; the sharp, bright light like an electric welder instantly dispelled all the darkness around, and the shockwave from the explosion shattered the glass on both sides of the enclosed bridge corridor!

Lu Mingfei fell to the ground, unable to stand steady, and only managed to dodge by shrinking into a corner; it took a long while before he crawled up, ears ringing, looking blankly at the scene before him.

Lanyue Pavilion was almost instantly reduced to just a few pillars and load-bearing walls, covered in charred black carbon, and the fire, like a bone-deep gangrene, still stubbornly clung and burned everywhere, as if mixed with gasoline.

The cold, torrential rain falling from the sky was also blown open into a hole by the terrifying power of the explosion; a large amount of evaporated rainwater quickly liquefied upon meeting the cold, and the water vapor erupted and filled the air, making it difficult to see for a moment.

"Cough, cough cough..."

The ringing in his ears gradually disappeared, and amidst the roar of the falling rain, a harsh, rasping cough sounded; the large mass of water vapor was finally washed away by the rain, making it barely possible to see.

Among the ruins of Lanyue Pavilion, a humanoid, suspected biological entity pushed aside the bricks and stones on its body and stood up.

Saying "suspected biological entity" was because Lu Mingfei didn't think any creature could survive such an explosion... such a large Lanyue Pavilion was gone just like that; what kind of monster could withstand such an explosion!

Is this a Death Servant?

No wonder Senior Chu said it would be hard for ordinary people to deal with; Lu Mingfei felt that the explosion just now was almost comparable to an aerial bomb, yet this Death Servant was just charred all over and could still move?

The Death Servant's eyes were also Golden Pupil like gas lamps; it pinched the charred scales on its body and forcibly peeled them off, revealing the iron-blue flesh and blood tissue underneath.

Under such intense pain, it actually groaned as if enjoying it, and the areas that were originally a bloody mess began to recover visibly to the naked eye!

Scales began to grow, and ferocious bone spurs slowly protruded from under the skin, eerie and powerful.

Chu Zihang did not take this opportunity to attack; he was panting, and the cold raindrops falling on him instantly hissed as they evaporated.

He hadn't mastered Spirit Speech for long, and that "Domain of the Monarch" just now had consumed too much of his stamina; he also needed time to recover.

For a moment, the two reached a strange balance, with only the rain curtain between heaven and earth growing heavier, never stopping for even a second.

"I'm curious..."

The Death Servant suddenly spoke; honestly, this gave Lu Mingfei a start, as he had assumed Death Servants were mindless monsters, yet the voice sounded a bit like a shy young boy.

"How did you find out?"

"Mom wouldn't let me save her."

Chu Zihang actually answered seriously, "She would tell me to run, to run as far away as possible."

That man had done the same thing; Chu Zihang believed in his mom and dad, even if they usually seemed unreliable and heartless, at the critical moment they would step up and not drop the ball.

They would not be willing to let their son fall into danger to save them.

"Ha, hahaha..."

The Death Servant was stunned, then began to laugh, laughing until it was heart-wrenching.

"But aren't you worried at all that she is still here? Ah... I know, monsters like us surely wouldn't leave any living person behind, so there's no need to worry, right?"

"No."

Chu Zihang shook his head, he took out his phone, his tone flat.

"I installed a tracker."

Ten-thousand-word daily progress (6998/10000)

emmmm the ten-thousand-word daily goal hasn't failed yet! I will continue to push forward!

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(End of this chapter)