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Chapter 389 - 355: Unexpected Incident

Chapter 389: Chapter 355: Unexpected Incident

Facing his stubborn roommate, Bao Lebin ultimately just sighed and didn’t say much.

He just hoped his next roommate wouldn’t casually urinate and defecate everywhere in the dormitory...

And Martin, true to his background as a professional special forces soldier from the Lighthouse,

tore off a piece of bedsheet and quickly fashioned it into a simple yet sturdy backpack.

After hesitating for a moment, Martin still stepped into the mortuary’s kitchen.

Although by his pace, he could leave the wilderness in less than a day, he still planned to take some food to replenish energy, just in case.

Two large bottles of mineral water, a few hard-boiled eggs grabbed at random, after thinking, he beat six or seven eggs into a bottle of egg liquid, and finally took two chicken legs and several extremely filling buns.

"That should do it... After all, I’ve only been here two days, taking more wouldn’t be right."

"What wouldn’t be right?"

A voice came from the kitchen’s entrance; it was the Night Watchman.

He looked expressionlessly at Martin as he gathered his supplies, ready to go.

"Uh, sorry, I’ve made up my mind, I can’t stay here, I need to leave."

As if he had known Martin would say this, the Night Watchman nodded and did not stop him; instead, he gave him a key to the storeroom.

"Your skills seem quite professional. I wish you good luck~"

"Thank you!"

Taking the key, Martin promptly headed to the long-abandoned storeroom.

Inside, various tools were scattered about:

a gray steel shovel, sturdy nylon rope, even several ancient wooden crosses and some steel nails—under the dim light, all these looked even more menacing.

Martin quickly grabbed the rope and wrapped it around his homemade backpack, with the shovel tucked behind his waist.

The rest of the tools were also packed away one by one, even the crosses, just in case he still harbored a hint of superstition, better than sitting duck.

As for weapons, he chose an extremely sharp axe, which he tucked behind his waist just like the shovel.

In all honesty...

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[Oh, look at our king-soldier Martin, he really looks so cool!]

[Who could deny that, dear.]

His tall and burly figure, paired with a homemade bedsheet backpack.

Especially the crossed shovel and axe at his lower back, which significantly boosted Martin’s masculine hormones.

[Never mind how cool he looks, I just want to know, if our Martin ran into the Spider-man Jiang Xiao killed last night, what are his odds of winning?]

The chat room instantly fell silent, and after a while, someone hesitantly said.

[Maybe prepare for a 30-70 chance; last night Jiang Xiao suffered from being unarmed, how could a wooden sword break through that creature’s defense?]

[Makes sense, and our Martin is carrying two sharp weapons...]

[Exactly, when the time comes, all our Martin has to do is find the right moment for a sliding tackle!]

[Martin: Can you not include me when you’re bluffing?]

[You’re not accurate in your example, there are no ’ifs,’ I think that creature doesn’t even appear during the day, right?]

In the end, Martin still left the mortuary without looking back.

He gripped the shoulder strap of his backpack tightly and took a deep breath of the fresh air outside.

Thirty kilometers was nothing for a well-trained special forces soldier like him.

Yet, as he left the mortuary, the director’s inscrutable gaze still gave him the creeps.

Speed is of the essence, set out!

...

Jiang Xiao had also finally returned to that eerie mortuary and was somewhat excited; today might be the day he would clear the challenge if everything went smoothly.

When he entered the director’s office, the director was standing with his back to the window, looking at the slowly rising sun. Upon hearing the door open, he turned around unhurriedly, his expression consistently indifferent.

"You’ve returned, Jiang Xiao."

Jiang Xiao’s eyes were wise, and a faint smile appeared on his tired face.

"Yes, Director. As you instructed, I caught the ghostly face, and it led me to the laboratory beneath the tombstone, where..."

Jiang Xiao recounted all the events of the previous night in the crypt, including the peculiar Spider-Man, without holding anything back.

The director listened quietly to his account, his brows barely fluctuating, but a deep shadow flickered in his eyes.

"Your performance exceeded my expectations!" The director stood up, hands clasped behind his back, and walked toward Jiang Xiao. He did not offer more praise but instead spoke with significance, "However, knowing these things may not necessarily be a good thing."

Jiang Xiao’s smile stiffened; he knew what this meant—the more secrets he knew, the harder it would be to leave this cursed place.

"So, about what you promised me last night..."

He was cut off before he could finish as the director changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, you might be disappointed. I had thought you could leave today smoothly, but reality often disappoints. The funeral home’s communication link with the outside world has been severed."

Seemingly worried Jiang Xiao wouldn’t believe him, the director stood up, showing him the aged and cracked telephone lines.

"As you know, no one lasts ten years here, so the phone was never used, and due to the negligence, many parts have aged..."

"So, you’re saying I can’t leave now," Jiang Xiao said coldly, feeling as if he had been played.

The director immediately tried to appease him upon seeing his attitude.

"No, not today, this can be fixed. I’ve had the Night Watchman take care of it. However, there are several issues with the lines, and it won’t be fixed immediately... Rest assured, by tomorrow, we will be able to contact the outside world!"

Tomorrow, huh...

Jiang Xiao sighed. If only he had brought the otherworld phone he gave to that pink-haired kid, he wouldn’t have all these troubles.

"Never mind, I’ll just leave directly."

He wouldn’t wait any longer.

Who knows what other complications another day might bring?

Just as he reached the funeral home’s entrance,

Click!

A crack of thunder.

The previously sunny weather was instantly engulfed by dark clouds, followed by large raindrops pouring down within a minute.

"Damn it, seriously screwed..."

Even the heavens were against him; how was he supposed to leave?

"Hey, brother, no rush today. Why don’t you take a bath to ease your fatigue? Bao Lebin will have the food ready soon. We can eat and talk about your battle with Spider-Man; they would love to hear about it."

Fine, he would stay another day.

After Jiang Xiao went to the washroom, the Night Watchman entered the director’s room with a grim face.

"How did it go?"

The director looked somewhat distressed.

"Outrageous, not only did he come back alive, but he also killed that monster."

Even though he already knew the truth, the director still felt a shiver down his spine recounting it out loud.

"Killed it?" The Night Watchman’s mouth twitched, "Is there any chance the kid is just bragging?"

"Bragging?"

The director didn’t say much else but pushed some items across the table toward the Night Watchman.

"Have you seen these documents before?"

The Night Watchman’s eyes widened instantly. He had seen these documents before but never dared to retrieve them.

After taking a sip of tea, the director spoke calmly.

"Study them. If we really can’t get rid of him, changing our approach might be necessary."