Chapter 56: If the Opponent Is a God, It

“Without you, I’m nothing…”

“Bro, don’t bow your head—the crown’ll fall, jerks’ll laugh, and you’re not as low as you think; at least you’re still good enough to be a braised chicken.”

“Bra… braised chicken?”

“Yellow, dull, and garbage.”

Wu Wang offered a kind smile to comfort a poor soul who had just been publicly dumped by a goddess and was now crouching by the roadside, crying.

The boy, moved by such a piercingly honest comfort, burst into tears and clenched his fist, raising his hand to high-five Wu Wang in gratitude.

But Wu Wang had already stood up and walked away.

Do good deeds without leaving your name; finish your task and depart without a trace.

He slipped into an alley with no surveillance.

When he stepped out again,

Wu Wang’s appearance and physique were now identical to those of the dejected boy just moments before.

[Fake Smile Mask]!

In his hand he held the wallet the boy had forgotten—containing the boy’s ID, driver’s license, and other items.

From now on, I’m… what was his name again?

Wu Wang glanced down at the ID.

Oh, I’m Zhang Wei.

“As thanks for the comfort, I’ll borrow your identity for two days,” Wu Wang said with a smile as he walked off into the distance.

Since arriving in Ancheng,

the [Xiao Chuan Broken Sword] in his hand had been guiding him toward a certain direction—presumably the real-world location of Yin Yuan Village.

But along the way, Wu Wang noticed something odd—

Ancheng’s level of security seemed excessively high.

Every few minutes, he encountered police officers on patrol, and occasionally spotted a few individuals in red-and-black uniforms, their department unclear, conversing with the police.

Wu Wang felt a sense of familiarity from these people.

They were Spirit Catastrophe players!

Unless I’m mistaken, they must be members of the Special Affairs Bureau.

But they shouldn’t be appearing so openly—unless some operation is underway here.

“Has the Yin Yuan Village incident been exposed?”

Wu Wang became alert the moment he noticed the anomaly.

Fortunately, from the start he hadn’t used his real appearance here—even when buying high-speed train tickets, he used fake identities and false appearances.

Otherwise, on the train, he wouldn’t have been a thin, bespectacled scholar.

In fact, he had several other fake identities ready as backups.

This all stemmed from three years ago, after watching a gangster movie, when Wu Wang wondered if a gun could kill him.

So he spent half a month tracking down an underground fighting ring in Mingyang City, befriending a few underworld types, trying to get a handgun to play with suicide.

The fake identities were made on a whim back then.

After all, you need an excuse to get close to people.

Wu Wang’s excuse was that he’d gotten into trouble and needed fake IDs to flee.

He never expected these fake identities would actually come in handy.

“Road ahead collapsed; please detour.”

After switching identities multiple times and arriving at the bus station,

while riding a bus bound for a county under Ancheng’s jurisdiction, Wu Wang’s vehicle was stopped.

He looked closely—it was again the red-and-black uniformed members of the Special Affairs Bureau.

Were they deliberately blocking the road leading to the deep mountains where Yin Yuan Village lay?

After the bus turned around and left the Special Affairs Bureau members’ sight, Wu Wang made up an excuse about needing to defecate and had the driver drop him off midway.

He crept along the mountain path, circling back to the checkpoint.

Just then, he saw a black sedan approaching from another road.

Before the Special Affairs Bureau members could move to intercept, the car stopped on its own and rolled down its window.

A familiar face appeared—bearded, scarred, and smoking a cigarette.

“Hello, I’m Baili Dao from the Mingyang Branch. Regarding the request for aid concerning the Pig-Head Ghost of Yin Yuan Village, I and the branch director are here to support you.”

As he spoke, the Mingyang Branch Director in the back seat also slowly lowered his window.

He gave a slight nod to the two outside.

They recognized the director.

They immediately nodded and let him pass, even asking if the director needed rest after his long journey.

After the car drove away,

the two members began discussing.

The shorter one asked curiously:

“That’s the Mingyang Branch Director—Xiezhi, known as the ‘Judge’? Wasn’t it said last year he’d be transferred to Beijing?”

He was famous within the circle.

Because he excelled at dealing with spirit entities.

In Spirit Catastrophe’s mostly ghost-filled dungeons, he was like a fish in water.

He was originally a soldier.

As soon as he became a player, he was transferred from the military to the Special Affairs Bureau, breaking multiple dungeon-clearing records at an astonishing pace—within just one year, he qualified for promotion to a battalion commander in Beijing Headquarters.

But just when everyone assumed he’d stay in Beijing for a prestigious post,

a document from above assigned him to Mingyang City, far from Beijing.

Although the position of Mingyang Branch Director appeared higher on paper than battalion commander,

for a frontline talent like him, it was essentially exile.

And he’d held it for two full years.

Rumors occasionally surfaced that he’d be transferred back to Beijing, but there was never any concrete progress.

Many Special Affairs Bureau members felt regretful.

Especially those who had worked with him in Beijing, who held him in high regard, calling him a trustworthy teammate.

“Transferred back to Beijing? Just being Mingyang’s director already proves this guy’s got serious ability,” said the tall, thin member, as if he knew some insider info.

He lowered his voice further: “My buddy who works in Beijing told me Xiezhi was demoted because he offended a high-ranking official in Headquarters.”

“The official’s son apparently did something, and the boss wanted him to turn a blind eye.”

“But Xiezhi literally closed one eye and arrested the guy anyway—and testified in court, leading to the young master getting a two-year sentence.”

The shorter member looked astonished.

He hadn’t expected such a scandal.

So Xiezhi had been exiled all this time because of this?

“Hmph, it gets worse—the other side pulled strings and got the young master bailed out within half a month. They said if Xiezhi would just apologize, everything could be smoothed over and he’d be transferred back to Beijing immediately.”

“And then?” the shorter one asked, curious.

The tall, thin member shrugged helplessly: “And then? Isn’t it obvious? He’s still Mingyang’s director—has been for two full years.”

The tall, thin companion shook his head and shrugged helplessly: “Then? Isn’t it obvious? He remained the minister of Mingyang City for a full two years.”

“Unyieldingly upright…”

As they talked, the shorter one’s expression grew uneasy.

He patted his pocket, found some tissues, and chuckled awkwardly: “Watch the post for me—I’m gonna relieve myself. Ate too much coming here.”

“Go, go. The woods are all around—watch out the snakes don’t bite your ass, haha.”

Watching the shorter one vanish into the woods,

the tall, thin member resumed his post.

Unaware that shortly after the shorter one entered the woods,

he squatted down, went black in the eyes, and fainted.

A boy wearing a strange mushroom hat stood up before him, his expression unnaturally stiff: “You planning to shit on my head, huh?”

A boy wearing a strange mushroom hat stood up before him, his expression utterly unnatural: “You planning to shit on my head again?”

I have to say, this guy picked the perfect spot.

Otherwise, we’d really be up to our necks in shit.

Skillfully stripping off the opponent’s uniform, Wu Wang’s physique and face gradually changed.

Skillfully stripping off the opponent’s uniform, Wu Wang’s physique and face gradually changed.

“The Pig-Head Ghost of Yin Yuan Village… isn’t that the Yin Yuan Deity? Did that guy break free? Damn it, Blackheart Penguin! Can’t you seal things more securely?” Wu Wang grumbled.

“The Pig-Headed Ghost of Yin Yuan Village… isn’t that just Yin Yuan Great God? Did that guy break free? Damn it, Blackheart Penguin! Can’t you seal things properly?”

【Xiao Chuan Broken Sword】 clearly states — the sword spirit must be consumed only if it is utterly defenseless.

Fortunately, someone stepped up to handle this mess—I’ll just wait and see how much power the guy has regained after escaping, letting Baili Dao and the Yin Yuan Deity clash first.

Fortunately, someone stepped forward to resolve this trouble for him. He’d wait and see how Baoli Dao and Yin Yuan Great God clashed, then observe how much power the bastard had regained after breaking free.

If we’re already inside the dungeon with thunder rolling at every turn, then I’m out of here.

I’m just passing through.

If the recovery isn’t going well and both sides are evenly matched, even if the Yin Yuan God is only slightly stronger, I’m done for.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware the oriole is behind!

Today, you will become my sword spirit!

Grab it! Instantly subjugate it!

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Inside the black sedan.

Bai Li Dao gripped the steering wheel, concerned: “Boss, that pig-headed ghost claims to be the Yin Yuan God—it seems like a higher-level consciousness has descended and possessed it, not just a simple spirit.”

Xi Zhi pulled a piece of gum from his pocket and tossed it into his mouth.

His attitude puzzled Bai Li Dao.

“Can you even beat it? It’s a god, for heaven’s sake…”

Xi Zhi interrupted: “If the opponent were a god, it might be troublesome, but it can’t possibly be a god—maximally, it’s just a special spirit.”

“Don’t worry—we’ll win.”

There was a sentence Bai Li Dao dared not say—

He had a feeling their boss was currently setting up some incredible flag…