Chapter 667: That day, I actually lost

In that battle, Mother Goddess Qi Yu watched with heart‑pounding shock; she didn't know it was Zhang Jie, only knowing that a new person had broken through to the Forbidden Permit.

Mother Goddess took the lead in retreating, insisting that Qi Yu lead the clan away, but Qi Yu always felt things weren't that simple.

She had only left for a day; she of course knew this was very likely someone's conflict against the entire Anomaly Bureau.

"It's been a long time since I've had the Master's blood."

"I'm so hungry...."

But Zhang Jie eventually still had a fierce clash with the seven Forbidden Permit, and the final battle was a pyrrhic victory.

Zhang Jie, in front of several people, directly twisted off the neck of a Forbidden Permit; although this wouldn't kill him, it was enough to leave him severely wounded.

Of course, Zhang Jie didn't have it easy either; the power of the Forbidden Permit is comparable to that of Rules Ghost Stories, which is related to the containment objects they chose.

The reason they're called taboos is because they themselves are indescribable, and the Forbidden Permit is not truly a taboo either; they merely possess a little permission.

This matter ultimately ended with Zhang Jie destroying most of Si Luo's experimental area, while he himself vanished without a trace.

Has he gone into hiding? Or perhaps he found a place to brew something big? But it doesn't matter—when soldiers come, we block them; when water comes, we earth‑dam it. He's already become a Forbidden Permit; what's there to fear?

But the main issue remains unresolved; the news of Qi Yu was a thunderbolt out of clear sky for him.

Mother Goddess.... successfully descended upon Qi Yu's body; he... can no longer see that little bug girl.

That one would open its mouth wide to let her feed it, would get angry when Lei Na approached him, and would knit him underwear when bored.

Such a little creature, raised from childhood to adulthood, is gone—nothing remains.

Since that day, Zhang Jie has kept himself shut inside his room, not going out, not seeing anyone.

But on this trip he has already offended every Forbidden Permit; that bunch of old fogeys won't just let it go.

Now the Star Bridge District has become that gang's forbidden zone; Zhang Jie has formed his own faction, a third party independent of the radicals and conservatives.

Zhang Jie didn't actually beat a Forbidden Permit to death; he was just saving face for a few people.

He isn't an invincible person without weaknesses; he has family, he has companions.

These days Zhang Yan often comes to bring Zhang Jie food, to advise, and to regret.

Because that day Qi Yu went out to look for someone, and that was also her consent.

But nobody knows that once Qi Yu went out, she never came back.

This isn't her fault, isn't anyone's fault—only Zhang Jie himself is to blame.

Blame him for being too soft‑hearted, unable to bear massive casualties among the Star Bridge District residents; he busied himself for days without rest, yet in the end gained nothing good.

Even now, under the machinations of that bunch of old fogeys, Zhang Jie's reputation has rapidly turned foul; this is invisible pressure, and what they want is to break Zhang Jie's wolf's spine, turning him into a dog that only obeys orders.

When the Mimics saw that nothing was amiss, they let down their guard and launched another attack.

Above there is an Evil God, below there are Mimics; for a moment the Anomaly Bureau was pressed so hard it could barely breathe.

At this moment, Qi Yu looked at her phone at the slander and defamation of Zhang Jie, instantly flushing with rage—how dare they speak like that about her Master!

Thus, tens of thousands of Mimics grabbed their phones and went head‑to‑head right there, leaving the Mother Goddess utterly speechless.

"I gave you power—is this how you're going to use it?"

Qi Yu continued to flare with anger—these people are going too far! They actually claim that Zhang Jie sold his soul to the Anomaly for power!

What's shocking is that tens of thousands of the Mimics' low‑level accounts were quickly banned seven‑seven‑eight‑eight, and even Qi Yu's high‑level account managed to escape.

"Cut it out—these people all have 'fabricated'."