Chapter 370 Pulling Radishes from the Ground

"Let's go, let's go, don't just stand there!"

Song Mingzhao gestured with his chin toward the two remaining people behind him.

"Yeah, if we drag this out any longer, curfew time will be here!"

"I definitely don't want to be walking on the road during curfew; who knows what kind of rules I might trigger!"

Zhao Hongcheng and Zhou Xuan nodded repeatedly!

The three of them headed toward the exit of the mine shaft—

"Seriously, there are so many fewer Face-Splitters now!"

Zhao Hongcheng couldn't help but remark, his mouth not resting for a moment.

Zhou Xuan curled his lip. "No kidding. That guy is practically not human—oh, wait, I mean that's something only a non-human could do!"

As he spoke, he looked to the side. Song Mingzhao was walking while lost in thought!

Zhou Xuan coughed. "Ahem, Captain Song, that guy from just now—which Military District do you think he's from?"

Zhao Hongcheng chimed in without turning his head. "Who cares which Military District he's from? He saved your life; it wouldn't be too much to burn incense for him when you get back! My legs went soft earlier; if it weren't for him swinging that blade one after another, the lot of us would be reunited in a monster's stomach by now."

He continued, "Speaking of which, I handed my supplies over to the Military District. I'll have to get them back when we return!"

Song Mingzhao walked along the mine shaft toward the exit; the further they went, the fainter the smell of blood became...

When they rounded the last corner, there was light ahead.

It wasn't just one; several flashlight beams shone in simultaneously from the direction of the mine exit, their beams crisscrossing and illuminating that area brightly.

Footsteps came from that direction, extremely dense.

Song Xingmian walked in the center, a flashlight tucked under her arm, her other hand gripping a narrow-bladed dagger, the tip pointing downward, in a stance ready to engage at any moment.

"?"

"Mingzhao?"

The moment Song Xingmian's gaze swept over Song Mingzhao, it froze, landing first on his face, then quickly scanning the wounds on his body...

Behind Song Xingmian, a large group of soldiers rushed out and supported Song Mingzhao, Zhao Hongcheng, and Zhou Xuan.

Song Mingzhao waved his hands repeatedly. "No need to support me, I'm fine..."

Song Xingmian finally breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me to death. In the pictures Zhou Xuan sent me earlier, there were nothing but monsters. I almost thought..."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pressed near the wound on his left arm, enough to confirm the depth of the injury.

Song Mingzhao hissed and stepped back half a step. "Sis! I'm really fine! It's just a small wound!"

Song Xingmian withdrew her hand. "Alright, as long as you're okay. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have regretted it for the rest of my life..."

Song Mingzhao leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Sis, that guy you found—who exactly is he?"

Song Xingmian frowned slightly. "What guy?"

Song Mingzhao paused, then explained, "The one wearing the black trench coat and white mask, the guy who killed his way through the entire mine shaft with a blade?"

Song Xingmian became even more confused. "What are you talking about? Black trench coat... white mask? Was there such a person just now?"

Song Mingzhao was immediately shocked. "Wait! That guy—he wasn't sent by you to save me?!"

Song Xingmian pressed him. "...What did he look like?"

Song Mingzhao said helplessly, "What did he look like? He was wearing a mask; how could I see what he looked like!"

He thought for a moment, then began to gesture excitedly. "Anyway, he was quite tall, half a head taller than you, with a big blade in his hand. We just watched him push through the whole way. Those Face-Splitters' heads were just flying off, row after row, like pulling radishes from the ground! Really! Row after row!"

He drew an arc in the air and even added a "whoosh" sound effect.

"..."

Hearing this, Song Xingmian felt it was becoming increasingly absurd!

Zhang Lieyang walked over from the back. "Black trench coat? Masked man? This person you're talking about... I'm afraid he's already famous on the chat channel!"

"?"

Song Mingzhao was stunned. "What do you mean?"

Zhang Lieyang didn't say much more, but tapped on his virtual screen and sent several pictures to the siblings.

"You'll know once you take a look."

Hearing this, the two quickly looked at the chat box and saw a few pictures enlarge.

It looked like someone had taken them secretly from a corner; the lighting was dim, but the subject of the picture was very clear:

In the underground space, a black figure stood in the center of a hollow, the hem of his trench coat hanging down. His face was covered by a bone-white mask with a wide grin and downward-curving eye sockets.

Especially behind him, corpses were piled up, which was extremely horrifying.

While the two were looking at the pictures, Zhang Lieyang explained, "The person who uploaded these pictures is named Ma Hong. He said his circus was innocently wiped out..."

Song Mingzhao's mouth fell open. "Holy crap, is this the guy? Is he really that bloodthirsty?"

Song Xingmian frowned. "What do you mean?"

Song Mingzhao started to gesture again. "Sis, you didn't see it; it was too shocking. This guy was holding a blade..."

Song Xingmian quickly stopped him. "Stop! Don't recount it again!"

She cut off Song Mingzhao's next bit of bragging, then suddenly thought of something. "Wait... where is he now? Didn't you say he saved you?"

Zhao Hongcheng pointed toward the back. "The guy left with the Earth Rat."

"?"

"Left with the Earth Rat?"

Song Xingmian's eyes widened. "The Earth Rat isn't dead? And he was taken away by him???"

Song Mingzhao coughed. "Um... I originally thought he was from the Military District... turns out he isn't. No wonder he wasn't wearing a military uniform..."

Song Xingmian covered her forehead. "He wasn't even wearing a military uniform; what made you think he was from the Military District?"

Song Mingzhao let out an "uh." "The problem is, I don't wear one either..."

Song Xingmian gave him a punch. "You're actually proud of that?"

Song Mingzhao winced in pain. "Sis, I really didn't think about it. If you put yourself in my shoes, someone suddenly descends from the sky to save you—how could you have the heart to think about anything else!"

Song Xingmian was stunned.

— — [Someone suddenly descends from the sky to save you]

She suddenly blushed.

Song Mingzhao: "?"

He continued, "And he even knew the Earth Rat's code name!"

Zhang Lieyang spoke up helplessly. "People who know the Earth Rat don't necessarily come from the Military District; they could also... come from the Gold-Swallowing Hall!"

"?!?"

...

...

On the other side, Chen Yu had already grabbed the Earth Rat's arm and forcibly dragged him into a corner!

The surroundings were quiet. Suddenly, a Face-Splitter lunged at them, but Chen Yu slapped it to death!

The oppressive atmosphere instantly engulfed the Earth Rat. He feared this masked man from the bottom of his heart. The strength this guy had displayed had scared the wits out of him; his legs couldn't stop trembling, and he didn't even have the courage to look up and make eye contact!

"Big... Big Brother..."

"I'm a good citizen... I'm really a good citizen..."

The Earth Rat was sobbing with tears streaming down his face, and after Chen Yu let go, he knelt directly on the ground!