Chapter 50 (1/2)

“Hurry and go over to help!” Mico told K anxiously.

Master Xuanzang looked like he was having a very hard time.

“How am I supposed to do that?” K was very irked.

He thought, ‘It’s not like I can defeat them!’

His ire was because he had discovered that he couldn’t take part in the battle between the monk and the bronze-armored zombie.

He had to admit that if he went forward, apart from throwing his life away unnecessarily, there wouldn’t be any other effect.

This made the extremely self-important K rather displeased.

How he wished he could sigh and shout, “If God had already made someone so excellent, why did he make someone else even better?”

Why did they have to group two veterans in one mission?

It was obvious that he alone would have been…

Fine, it wasn’t enough.

“Their fight isn’t important. We should take care of the corpse transporter first!” K found a reasonable and logical excuse for himself.

As the saying went, “To catch a gang of bandits, first capture its leader.” Yes, this made a lot of sense.

“…”

The problem was—where was the king?

As if in response to K’s words, the bell ringing that was originally quick and distant got near in a mere moment.

There was now a clear direction from which the ringing was coming.

K turned around and noticed a man who had appeared at some unknown point in time near the tiny room.

He was dressed in a set of loose black clothing, whose style strongly resembled grave clothes. His head was down half of his face covered by his longish hair. Only the lower half of his face was exposed. His mouth was slightly open, exhaling strange white vapor.

Unlike the driver who had two little bells hanging on his wrist, this particular corpse transporter was holding a handbell in his right hand.

His hand was shaking as though he was suffering from epilepsy. He was using the rapid ringing of the bell to manipulate the bronze-armored zombie.

However, he didn’t bother to watch the fight between Tang Luo and the bronze-armored zombie. Instead, he stared right at K and the other two.

“Who are you!?” K asked an utterly meaningless question.

“And who, are all, of you?”

The corpse transporter countered with a question of his own. His voice sounded somewhat mechanical as he spoke in short phrases. “Actually daring to, come to the boundary of, the Feng Clan’s territory after killing, people of the Feng, Clan. How audacious and, reckless.”

“Feng Clan? What Feng Clan?”

K felt very wronged. It wasn’t like they had wished for this either!

There was a fearsome, powerful, and mysterious existence above them, you know.

What could they do when it told them to come to the terminal and stay here for a night?

Besides, it wasn’t them who had struck first. It was clearly the driver and bus conductor who had held malicious intentions.

They, the Feng Clan, had wanted to kill and snatch the bodies, yet they weren’t a match for others and ended up getting themselves killed instead.

Was this even their fault?

All the above-mentioned emotions came together to form a question.

Which was—what Feng Clan?

Some of the mission worlds in the Game of Gods And Demons felt like worlds that were purely used for players to carry out missions, similar to dungeons in games—for example, the first Jack the Ripper mission Tang Luo had experienced.

Some, on the other hand, was more like a complete and intact world.

Employees of Gods and Demons were merely thrust into the world to carry out certain tasks.

“You don’t, even know, of the Feng, Clan,” replied the corpse transporter. “Looks like, you’re just—”

Before he even finished, K had abruptly raised his arm at him. Blue light flashed across his hand.

Cutting Gale!

A sneak attack was simply just this easy!

The arched wind blade reached right in front of the corpse transporter in an instant.

Against this sudden sneak attack, the corpse transporter seemed like he wanted to duck, but his speed was a notch too slow. He only managed to dodge half of it.

The wind blade severed his arm.

His black robes were torn, revealing a line across half of his chest. Then, it gradually expanded and formed a hideous wound.

‘What a shame,’ K remarked silently in his heart. He had wanted to severe the corpse transporter into two, but he had managed to evade his attack.

Not just that, the hand that was holding the handbell was unscathed. The ringing of the bell continued.

“There shouldn’t be any more danger for the time being.”

K watched the corpse transporter.

With such a deep wound, just the loss of blood alone would be enough t—wait!

Where was the blood!?

Why wasn’t there any blood flowing from the severed arm and wound!?

“Inter-esting.”

The corpse transporter raised the stump of his severed arm. What gushed out wasn’t blood but wisps of black aura.

The nauseating stench of corpses reached them.

K and the other two retreated several steps.

“I kind of want to make all of you into corpses for my collection now.”

This sentence of his came out very smooth, showing his passion for corpses. It had the professionalism of one who loved his job.

The corpse transporter had only just spoken when he rushed forward with great momentum.

An explosion rang out next to K.

It seemed like some kind of invisible object had exploded and stirred up strong gales.

It was his second skill—Air Explosion. It made use of the power of air to execute a charge.

K dashed toward the left instantly, putting a distance of ten meters between them in a mere moment.

The corpse transporter, who had brushed past K, glanced at him. However, he didn’t change the direction he was going in.

K could evade the corpse transporter, but Auntie Shufen and Mico evidently couldn’t.

Upon seeing the terrifying corpse transporter right in front of her, a look of viciousness suddenly appeared in Mico’s eyes.

Reaching out, she pushed Auntie Shufen on the back forcefully. Then, she ran to the back without even looking back.