94: Chapter 94 Who Sealed the Cigarettes? Gou Fugui Meets "Love" Around the Corner
Late at night, the air humidity in the Mist Swamp reached its peak.
Deep in the grass, hundreds of meters outside the camp.
Two strange masses of energy were whispering to each other.
One of them resembled a gray cloud, drifting aimlessly, known as the Mist Ghost, a Peak Fourth-Order elemental beast.
The other resembled a piece of sentient yellow mud, squirming constantly at this moment, known as the Earth Spirit, also a Peak Fourth-Order elemental beast.
These two guys were the "indigenous holdouts" of this swamp. Relying on their perfect natural camouflage, they had survived in this S-Rank Dungeon for decades, never having their true forms discovered by human powerhouses.
The Mist Ghost's voice was ethereal, but it carried a sense of pure stupidity:
"Second Brother, are those two-legged beasts asleep yet?"
"They look pretty comfortable to me; they aren't moving much anymore."
The Earth Spirit's voice was muffled, sounding like it was chewing on sand:
"Asleep, they're all asleep."
"Big Brother, those guys were all fighting over that box earlier, right? Could there be treasure inside?"
"Hehehe!" (A very wise laugh)
The Mist Ghost's drifting, smoky body rolled over, seemingly making a helpless shrugging gesture, its tone filled with the world-weary cynicism of someone who had seen it all:
"Second Brother, don't even think about it, there's definitely good stuff in there."
"But use your mud Brain and think about it."
"What are we? I'm a pile of drifting smoke, and you're a lump of dirt on the ground."
"We don't wear clothes, we don't spend money, and we don't eat human pills."
"Even if that broken box was filled with mountains of gold and silver, would it be useful to us? If we took it back, it would just be a slightly harder stepping stone, and it would be uncomfortable to step on!"
The Earth Spirit's yellow mud body squirmed violently, seemingly very dissatisfied with its Big Brother's negative attitude, and it let out a muffled retort:
"Big Brother, that's where you're wrong!"
"Your perspective! Your perspective is too narrow!"
The Earth Spirit extended a mud tentacle, pointing at the silver box, its tone extremely serious and longing:
"This has nothing to do with whether it's useful!"
"Look at that box, it's square, rectangular, and shiny silver. At a glance, it looks very... very high-tech!"
"Our nest is full of rotten wood and dead rats, it's too tacky! It has no class at all!"
"If we steal this box and put it in our nest... tsk tsk tsk, then we'll be the most fashionable, most internationally-aligned beasts in this swamp!"
"In the future, when the little female mud loach in the next swamp sees it, won't she have to look at me with new eyes?"
The Mist Ghost paused, its smoke condensing into the shape of a thumb:
"Hiss... Second Brother, I didn't realize you were so concerned about the quality of life?"
"Fine! For your little female mud loach, let's do it!"
"But there are too many of those people, we can't just snatch it by force, we have to use the old method."
The two "big Brain" beasts looked at each other and instantly reached a consensus.
The Mist Ghost's body suddenly dispersed, merging into the air:
"Then I'll seal the area with smoke!"
The Earth Spirit burrowed into the ground:
"I'll change the path!"
"Hehehe! Action!"
...
Class F camp.
It was already the second half of the night.
Lu Xingye and Xiang Batian had already swapped shifts and gone to sleep.
Now, those responsible for keeping watch were Gou Fugui and Mo Wu.
Gou Fugui was wrapped in a coat, huddled by the campfire, holding an abacus, and still doing calculations by the firelight:
"Sold three bottles of floral water today, net profit of fifteen yuan..."
"However, those A-Class sheep I tried to sell the expired anti-diarrhea medicine to today, they refused to buy even a single pack!"
"They really have no sense of crisis, and they don't realize how complicated society is!"
"I'll have to sneak some laxatives into their food tomorrow..."
"This business is hard to do..."
Just as Gou Fugui was lamenting the difficulty of the entrepreneurial path, the originally hazy mist suddenly erupted, as if someone had poured a basin of dry ice into it!
In just three seconds.
The entire camp was completely swallowed by the white, dense fog.
Visibility dropped from ten meters to zero. If an ordinary person put their hand in front of their face now, they could only see an outline.
Gou Fugui jumped up in shock. Seeing nothing but white before his eyes, he was so scared he thought he had suddenly developed cataracts.
He subconsciously reached out and fumbled around, his mouth letting out a soul-searching question from an FPS gamer:
"What the f*ck!"
"Who the hell sealed the area with smoke?"
"Did they throw a smoke grenade directly in my face?"
Before he could react.
A slight vibration suddenly came from the ground beneath his feet.
Immediately after, the ground seemed to turn into an escalator in a shopping mall—the kind of broken escalator that would randomly change speed and direction!
"Hey, hey, hey? Is it an earthquake?"
Gou Fugui felt his feet slip, and his whole body uncontrollably slid backward with the movement of the ground.
...
At the same time.
Jiang You, who was sleeping on the box, was also "woken up" by this sudden commotion (meaning his organs came online).
[Internal Chat Group]
[Kidneys (Perception maxed out)]:
"Such thick moisture!"
"This mist isn't right! It contains demonic power! Some beast is playing tricks!"
"However... this is simply natural cover!"
[Brain (Making an instant judgment)]:
"A perfect stealth environment."
"Visibility is extremely low, and the terrain is constantly changing; everyone's perception has been disrupted."
"Now, no one knows where we are, and no one knows who we are."
"Little ones! The opportunity has arrived!"
"Change gear!"
In reality.
Under the cover of the dense fog, Jiang You moved extremely quickly.
He was still holding that heavy silver suitcase, but his other hand had already skillfully pulled that set of equipment out from his ring.
He threw on the black trench coat, covering his spongebob pajamas.
He slapped on the pale white mask, covering that sleepy, handsome face!
The Faceless Man officially logged into the Mist Swamp!
...
At this moment, the Class F camp had turned into a huge moving maze.
Everyone was forced to play "blind box bumper cars."
Gou Fugui was sliding to the left with the ground when suddenly, a huge black shadow appeared in the mist ahead.
"Who's there?"
Gou Fugui was startled, clutching that bottle of mosquito repellent tightly in his hand.
The mist parted slightly.
He saw a huge black coffin sliding toward him, with Junior Zhong Wu standing beside it, looking calm.
"Phew... it's Junior Zhong Wu."
Gou Fugui breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to greet her: "Junior Zhong Wu, how is this ground..."
However, before he could finish his sentence.
"Click."
The ground beneath their feet suddenly cracked open, then shifted out of place like a puzzle.
Junior Zhong Wu, along with her coffin, instantly shifted ten meters to the right and disappeared into the mist in the blink of an eye.
"Hey? Where did she go?"
Gou Fugui was stunned.
Before he could recover.
The mist directly in front of him surged again.
A tall, slender figure wearing a black trench coat, like a silent statue, slowly slid in front of him as the ground moved.
The distance between the two was less than a meter.
Gou Fugui pushed up his glasses, thinking the other person was Xiang Batian or Lu Xingye:
"Old Lu? Is that you? This fog is too thick..."
He leaned in a little, wanting to see the other person's face clearly.
Then.
He met a mask with no facial features, only two pitch-black eye sockets.
Under the mask, there seemed to be a pair of emotionless eyes coldly staring at him.
In that instant.
Gou Fugui's blood seemed to freeze.
His pupils contracted violently, and the terrifying legend that terrified the whole school—the one who stole oil, rice, and turtles—instantly flashed in his mind!
"Fa... Fa... Fa..."
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