Little Blue shook its leaves slightly, obediently indicating it understood.
Bo Ting leaned back, took out his phone intending to check the Population Census Office’s closing time, when he suddenly heard a cough. He turned his head.
The man on the left—the human jerky—was visibly breathing more steadily. Bo Ting tensed and hurried over to sprinkle some water on him.
Mu Feng woke to the splash, still groggy.
He thought the terrifying flower had come up with some new torture method, his eyes full of fear.
But when he looked up, his blurry vision gradually cleared, and what entered Mu Feng’s eyes wasn’t that familiar blue flower.
It was—a human face?
The stern, noble-looking young man in a hoodie sat on the sofa, holding a transparent glass in one hand.
The water that had splashed on his face had dripped from that cup.
Mu Feng felt dazed, thinking he was hallucinating again. He closed his eyes and reopened them.
Bo Ting: …
What was with this guy? Was he that ugly?
Sure, he was an air conditioner, but even Mr. Xu, who’d eaten with him, hadn’t minded!
Bo Ting’s expression turned stern. Before he could even speak, his dislike for this fugitive skyrocketed.
After confirming for a long time, Mu Feng finally accepted that the one before him wasn’t that flower.
It was a real person. And unusually handsome at that.
He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse:
“Who are you?”
Bo Ting frowned:
“You don’t need to worry about that for now.”
Mu Feng: …
You’re in my house, and I shouldn’t worry about who you are?
Wait, could this be an accomplice of that flower?
Mu Feng choked, instinctively looking behind—and sure enough, he saw the potted blue wildflower by Bo Ting’s side.
Little Blue Flower showed none of the ferocity it had displayed toward him and Ma O; it squatted quietly in its pot.
Yet its presence was anything but low.
Mu Feng whipped his head back to the man on the sofa.
After the initial stun from those peach-blossom eyes, belated fear crept up.
It spread from his back to his heart.
Who the hell was this guy?
And what did they want, tying them up like this?
Bo Ting truly had no intention of doing anything.
He planned to first go through the household registration transfer, then anonymously report these two guys to the authorities. However, he hadn’t expected them to wake up midway, which made him frown slightly.
A bit troublesome.
Bo Ting stood up, wondering if the other one had also woken up and was just pretending to sleep.
At that moment, he heard the person lying on the ground speak rapidly.
“There’s one million in my card. As long as you let me go, I’ll transfer it to you right away.”
Bo Ting: …Huh?
His footsteps paused slightly.
Bo Ting saw the man actually pull out a card.
A shiny gold bank card appeared right in front of him, and malice flashed in Mu Feng’s eyes.
He hadn’t told anyone that the bank card he carried with him had been tainted with the Copper Splitter’s eerie aura from the start.
Any human who touched the Copper Splitter would immediately become a slave to money.
And that flower… If it hadn’t coincidentally not been human and thus avoided the Copper Splitter’s curse range, Mu Feng wouldn’t have been tied up for so long, nearly losing his life.
Fortunately, though, this flower had an accomplice.
A genuine human stood right before him. Mu Feng’s hand trembled as he placed the bank card on the ground, carefully holding his breath.
The Copper Splitter was a secretly reviving anomalous god, an existence beyond SSS-grade, and he trusted this bank card tainted with its aura completely.
After all, he had already used this killer move from the anomalous god’s aura to counter-kill quite a few people.
Even people from the Resurgence Management Office in Lena City.
However, probably due to being tied up for so long without food or water, Mu Feng’s breathing grew somewhat rapid.
At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, staring at Bo Ting like a hyena.
As expected, Bo Ting turned his head and, upon seeing the bank card on the ground, bent down slightly, instinctively reaching to pick it up.
Soon, almost there…
As long as he touched the Copper Splitter’s bank card for two minutes, he would be eroded.
Mu Feng’s heart pounded “thump thump thump” with tension.
After Bo Ting picked up the bank card, Mu Feng nearly laughed out loud. But due to extreme weakness, he didn’t even have the strength to twitch his mouth.
It was Bo Ting’s first time seeing a Mengjia City bank card; it looked different from the ones back home, indeed.
But there was actually one million in this card?
He hadn’t expected this fugitive to be a rich guy.
He turned to look at the side. Unexpectedly, the one called Mu Feng suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief, staring at him, which struck Bo Ting as odd.
What was this about?
Was this guy mentally ill?
Just as Bo Ting subconsciously took a step back, he heard a hoarse question from the other side.
“Why are you fine?”
Fine?
What did that mean?
Bo Ting found it strange:
“I was fine to begin with.”
Mu Feng: …
That was a bank card tainted by the SSS-grade anomalous god Copper Splitter!
His face twisted.
“Impossible. It must not have been long enough yet.”
He had seen those who touched the bank card—they all turned into mad slaves after two minutes, desperate to devour the card.
But how could the person in front of him be so normal?
He wasn’t affected by the Copper Splitter’s aura?
Ignoring his discomfort, Mu Feng carefully counted the time. Yet, one minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed, with no changes at all.
Bo Ting mused thoughtfully: “What exactly were you hoping to see?”
His heart raced with panic; this mentally ill guy felt eerily creepy.
But thanks to his naturally cool-guy face, his voice remained calm enough when he spoke, sending a chill through Mu Feng.
The other was questioning him back?
No, he was mocking him?
Mu Feng saw the subtle sarcasm in those slightly narrowed peach-blossom eyes, and at that moment, he finally broke down.
After letting out a few “heh heh” sounds from his throat, overwhelming fear crushed his mind. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted completely.
Meanwhile, Ma O beside him… had just woken up. Seeing the usually composed Mu Feng suddenly go mad, the shock made him faint as well.
Bo Ting: …
What the hell?
Why did both faint at the same time?
It wasted the few drops of water he’d just given them.
So, they really did have mental issues, huh?
He looked down at the bank card in his hand, utterly baffled by what had terrified them so much.
…
Downstairs, in the Resurgence Management Office vehicle:
After finishing the call with the eerie entity from Taiping Luxury Garden, the Sixth Esper Squad had no intention of going in.
After all, the other party had already called; barging in now would be rude.
Si Ning looked down at the file on West View Paradise in his hand, pondering in his mind why Taiping Luxury Garden wanted to transfer ownership of this house.
It was just an ordinary human residence—nothing valuable about it, right?
He was deep in thought when he suddenly heard Zhao Jiang up front sound puzzled.
“Hm?”
“Strange.”
“Didn’t there seem to be some eerie aura here just now?”
“Isn’t it normal for Taiping Luxury Garden to have eerie aura inside?”
Xue Hengfu asked weakly.
Zhao Jiang choked for a moment.
“Not exactly.”
“This aura… it’s not the same type as Taiping Luxury Garden’s.”
His ability involved aura discernment. At this moment, he keenly sensed that it wasn’t the eerie aura from the entity they’d been tracking.
It was unfamiliar.
But… very dangerous!
Zhao Jiang’s expression grew serious.
“Captain, I don’t think I sensed wrong. Another strand of eerie aura appeared inside West View Paradise just now.”
Si Ning looked at him: “You sure?”
Zhao Jiang hesitated: “Sure.”
Having witnessed the Tree of Defiled Soil’s mold erosion yet still sensing extreme danger from Zhao Jiang, it meant the aura inside was likely SSS-grade too!
Possibly even related to an anomalous god.
Si Ning instantly raised his guard, keenly suspecting it was connected to Taiping Luxury Garden’s presence here.
—There was news of another anomalous god here.
Si Ning took a deep breath.
“Report to Captain Zheng and Captain Lu immediately.”
“Yes.”
Realizing the severity, Xue Hengfu shook off his fatigue and sat up straight.
A few minutes later, Zheng Shangyun’s expression twisted upon receiving the call. He hadn’t expected a follow-up.
But another eerie aura…
“Can you pinpoint the direction?”
He knew Si Ning had an ability user under him skilled in this.
Si Ning glanced at Zhao Jiang, who shook his head but then hesitated.
“It seems like… a very complex desire-type.”
“For some reason, sensing this aura makes me go crazy wanting… a raise?”
The air fell silent for two seconds.
Zheng Shangyun really wanted to say that was perfectly human.
But considering it involved an eerie incident, he swallowed his words, coughed, and said,
“Oh, anything else?”
“That’s it.”
Zhao Jiang snapped back, still a bit dazed.
Zheng Shangyun frowned deeply. After a moment’s thought, he recalled a certain existence.
One that stirred monetary desires…
Could it be the Copper Splitter?
But what connection did Taiping Luxury Garden have to the Copper Splitter?
Lena City commercial center:
The copper figure sitting in the teahouse froze, suddenly sensing that the “blessing” on its bank card had failed.
The moment of contact, the frenzied monetary desire halted abruptly, leaving only a foul, empty void. The Copper Splitter involuntarily closed its eyes, wanting to see what had happened.
However, upon closing its eyes, the aura that usually connected it to the “god” did not reappear, as if it had completely dissipated.
This had never happened before.
But Mengjia City…
The Copper Splitter only remembered blessing a minor leader in the Rebirth of Fire organization with it.
So, had something gone wrong there?
Copper flakes fell from its face, melting into pools of scalding molten gold on the ground. It removed its eyes once more.
This time, the sensation attached to the bank card grew stronger, but before the Copper Splitter could trace it—
The next second, it sensed—someone had transferred the one million it had placed in the card via mobile banking!
