149: Ask God for the truth

Hospital.

Shen Bei slowly regained consciousness.

His previously empty and unresponsive brain and organs began to activate and function.

A strong, pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air.

Noisy conversations surrounded him.

“Shen Bei is awake!”

Someone called out, and in his dazed state, Shen Bei saw a crowd of people rush over to surround him.

Once Shen Bei’s pupils began to focus,

He finally saw the figures around him clearly.

Director Zheng, Gu Changfeng, Professor Gu Xinrou, Jian Tong, Jian Shan, Qi Chuanyu, Liao Zhongyang, and others.

“How are you feeling?” Professor Gu Xinrou brushed her hair back and reached out to touch Shen Bei’s forehead: “Your temperature seems normal.”

Jian Tong let out a sigh of relief: “You scared us to death.”

Shen Bei forced himself to prop up his upper body. A tearing pain suddenly shot through his abdomen, but he gritted his teeth and didn’t cry out: “Time really flies. I slept and woke up, and it’s already daytime.”

Shen Bei remembered that he had finished the battle at night.

In the blink of an eye, it was already morning.

Gu Changfeng coughed: “It’s not that time flew by; it’s that you’ve been in a coma for three days…”

Shen Bei: ???

Shen Bei was utterly astonished.

Comatose for three days?

It couldn’t be, could it?

But seeing the affirmative looks from the others, Shen Bei cleared his throat: “Luckily, I opened my eyes.”

This was a joke.

Close your eyes, open them, and three days have passed.

Close your eyes and never open them, and a lifetime has passed.

Then, Director Zheng waved his hand, and the others temporarily left the ward.

Only Gu Changfeng remained, with Director Zheng holding a small notebook, ready to record.

Director Zheng said with a smile: “Luo Chengyuan, who escaped from me last time, I didn’t expect him to fall into your hands this time.”

“Your progress is truly astounding. Are you a Four-Rank Martial Artist now?”

Shen Bei shook his head: “No, a Third-Rank Martial Artist.”

Director Zheng looked back and exchanged glances with Gu Changfeng.

Both of them were once again extremely shocked and horrified!

Last time, Shen Bei, as a Second-Rank Martial Artist, killed Boss Wu, a Third-Rank Martial Artist.

This was already a remarkable achievement.

Even if Boss Wu might have neglected his Cultivation, being a Third-Rank Martial Artist was an undeniable fact.

But this time, Shen Bei, as a Third-Rank Martial Artist, actually “dug into the heart and soul” of Sun Bojian, another Third-Rank Martial Artist!

And then he blew up Luo Chengyuan, a Four-Rank Martial Artist!

Monster!

He was truly a monster!

At this moment, Gu Changfeng felt that people truly couldn’t be compared; making a comparison just made him feel like a useless person, wanting to die.

Gu Changfeng tentatively asked: “Are you sure no one else helped you, and you killed Luo Chengyuan by yourself?”

Shen Bei spread his hands: “Is there anything to doubt about that?”

Gu Changfeng said bluntly: “Of course. Luo Chengyuan was robbed, and even his clothes were stripped off. We didn’t find anything.”

“I fainted on the spot, didn’t I? You found me like that, right? Maybe there was a thief?”

Shen Bei stood in Gu Changfeng’s shoes, analyzing it for him.

Gu Changfeng just rolled his eyes.

What kind of thief only steals items from Luo Chengyuan and not from you?

Trying to cover up the truth.

One must know that Luo Chengyuan was the Chief of Lingnan City and the biggest leader of the Apocalypse Cult; he must have had valuable things on him.

However, Gu Changfeng was too lazy to pursue it, especially since Director Zheng hadn’t said anything.

Director Zheng waved his hand: “Let’s not talk about that. Removing this cult leader is a good thing.”

Then, the two sides discussed some detailed questions.

For example, how Shen Bei met Luo Chengyuan, what their conversation was like, and so on.

It was like taking a statement.

As Director Zheng was about to leave, Shen Bei asked a question: “What does the Apocalypse Cult’s Please God! mean? Is there really such a mysterious thing?”

Director Zheng had been in contact with the Apocalypse Cult for many years and naturally understood it. He smiled and said: “Don’t listen to their mumbo jumbo and deceptive talk. Their so-called Please God! is just to embellish their style, elevate their status, and mislead the public.”

“In fact, the so-called Please God! is essentially equivalent to taking drugs, but its ingredients are completely different from normal Medicinal Pills.”

“It’s a small piece of diced meat; as long as you eat it, your strength will greatly increase.”

Shen Bei frowned slightly upon hearing this.

No wonder Luo Chengyuan had made chewing and swallowing motions back then.

Presumably, that small piece of meat was hidden in his teeth.

Shen Bei had initially thought it was truly a divine bestowal of power, similar to the shamanistic rituals in the Northeast, where a deity possesses a person.

It turned out to be a deliberate act of mystification to cover up the truth.

However, another question arose in Shen Bei’s mind: what kind of diced meat was it that could provide such powerful strength without needing to be manufactured into a Medicinal Pill?

It was comparable to Super-Modified Adrenaline.

In fact, it was even more cost-effective than Super-Modified Adrenaline.

After all, the diced meat for Please God! didn’t cause an immediate shutdown; instead, its effects slowly faded.

Greatly confused, Shen Bei continued to ask: “What animal does this diced meat come from? With such peculiar characteristics, why don’t we see any Martial Artists using it?”

Director Zheng’s expression suddenly became somewhat solemn and serious: “According to the information, this diced meat comes from a creature called a ‘"Turbellaria"’.”

Upon hearing this name, Shen Bei probably guessed something: “The… the underground cave’s?”

“Exactly!” Director Zheng stroked his chin and continued: “Moreover, this item is exclusive to the Apocalypse Cult and is even revered as a miracle by those lunatics.”

“More specific information is unknown, and we don’t even know what the "Turbellaria" looks like. Those who have seen it must at least be a Chief like Luo Chengyuan to be qualified.”

“Note that it’s a qualification, not a requirement. Even Luo Chengyuan couldn’t go to the "Turbellaria"’s location at will; it required internal approval from the Apocalypse Cult.”

Hearing this, Shen Bei realized something.

That is, if Luo Chengyuan were still alive, he would be an extremely important source of information about the Apocalypse Cult’s internal workings.

But Shen Bei had no choice.

The situation at the time was critical; it was either him or me.

Their Martial Skills were evenly matched.

Ultimately, it came down to who could take more drugs, and who had the longer-lasting effects.

Whoever had shorter effects would die.

He dared not leave anyone alive.

Finally, Director Zheng stood up to leave. At the door, he paused, turned to look at Shen Bei, and said with a somewhat complex expression: “If you obtained anything from Luo Chengyuan, it’s best to hand it over. Don’t try to do anything yourself.”

“The wickedness of the Apocalypse Cult far exceeds your imagination.”

“Do you understand?”

Shen Bei nodded decisively, saying with an innocent expression: “I really passed out at the time.”

“Are you sure? I’m also doing this for your own good.”

Director Zheng asked again.

Shen Bei pointed at the light bulb on the ceiling: “I swear on the light, I really passed out and didn’t know anything.”

Director Zheng shook his head, sighed, and left with Gu Changfeng.

Gu Changfeng still gritted his teeth and pointed at Shen Bei, clearly having no way to deal with this scoundrel, feeling some anger in his heart.

“Oh, right, the bounty! Luo Chengyuan has a bounty, doesn’t he?”

Shen Bei shouted, stretching his neck.

Gu Changfeng almost fell to the ground, didn’t look back, pretended not to hear, and quickly left the ward.

Then, Professor Gu Xinrou, Jian Tong, and others entered again.

They chattered endlessly.

It was all idle talk, as if they were accompanying Shen Bei to chat and relieve boredom.

Finally, Professor Gu Xinrou checked the time, stood up, and said: “Well, I won’t disturb your rest then. According to the doctor’s estimation, you’ll be mostly recovered before school starts. Just stay put. I’m going back to Lingnan City.”

Jian Tong and Jian Shan also stopped disturbing him, leaving some nourishing soup before they left, and also took on the responsibility of providing Shen Bei’s daily meals during his recovery period.

In the ward, only Qi Chuanyu and Liao Zhongyang remained.

Qi Chuanyu nudged Liao Zhongyang: “Go lock the door.”

Liao Zhongyang was puzzled. After locking the door, he saw Qi Chuanyu pull out a bulging bundle of clothes.

“Whose is this?”

Liao Zhongyang immediately recognized that the clothes seemed to be in the style of the Apocalypse Cult.

Qi Chuanyu lifted his chin: “His, of course.”

Liao Zhongyang: ???

What?

Shen Bei joined the Apocalypse Cult?

Oh my god!

Shen Bei took it and asked: “Did you look?”

Qi Chuanyu shook his head: “I don’t want to cause trouble either. I don’t look at things I shouldn’t.”

Shen Bei lowered his head and untied the clothing bundle.

He poured out everything inside.

At the time, time was too pressing, and Shen Bei hadn’t even looked at what was inside.

Now, pouring them out, it felt like opening a blind box.

There were many small, scattered items.

The three of them rummaged through them.

“Mostly Medicinal Pills.”

Qi Chuanyu categorized the items, then took out a shiny yellow, seemingly pure gold Zippo lighter.

He stared at it for a long time, his face showing an expression of wanting it but hesitating to take it.

Shen Bei rolled his eyes and said: “Stop acting, it’s yours.”

Qi Chuanyu chuckled: “I’m not acting, I genuinely like it. Thanks.”

A small pile of miscellaneous items, none of which caught Shen Bei’s eye.

Damn it.

Shen Bei felt a little ripped off.

Didn’t this Chief of the Lingnan City Apocalypse Cult drop any good equipment?

Just then,

Liao Zhongyang reached out and took out a plastic nameplate: “What is this thing?”

“It should be a club membership card, right?” Qi Chuanyu was playing with the lighter, having a great time.

“But why is there a number engraved on it?”

“Isn’t that obvious? How would the front desk know if you went to the second floor without a number?”

Liao Zhongyang pointed it out to everyone.

But then.

On the nameplate, a combination of letters and numbers was engraved:

AL001.

After these five characters entered Shen Bei’s eyes,

Shen Bei was struck by lightning!