CHAPTER 714: CHAPTER 710: A SCENT THAT INSPIRES ABSOLUTE TRUST

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For such special supernatural secret events, the fewer people know, the better.

As for whether Rong Fang would blame him in the end? Xie Jingchen scoffed coldly; he had left behind the most practical hermit ’leader’ for Rong Fang. Whether useful information could be extracted from him was beyond Xie Jingchen’s control.

Thinking of this, Xie Jingchen casually threw the Evil Ghost Mask, which had been lying silently on the ground since the beginning, onto a tree trunk, hanging it accurately on a branch—letting it keep its little life.

After ensuring there were no other conscious ’survivors’ around, Xie Jingchen finally withdrew the spiritual power he had been guarding himself with, ignoring the bloodstains and corpses on the ground, and chose the tallest tree to leap onto.

Xie Jingchen looked around indifferently, his clear eyes spotting the men in black who clearly belonged to the Shantian Organization. The blood flowing from their bodies emitted an unbearably foul stench, attracting red-eyed mountain rats—

Seeing these mutant beasts following like shadows, Xie Jingchen didn’t believe that the enemy had enough drugs to produce batch after batch.

Naturally, this red-eye disease must be inheritable through mating.

To bring about the apocalypse, whether it’s called ’Source Mother Fungus’ or ’Woodworm’, it hints that these evil microbes must be eradicated immediately!

In Xie Jingchen’s view, the only way to stop the apocalypse was to violently eliminate the evil Shantian Organization; there was no other way.

If only a small portion of people died to save the entire Earth, Xie Jingchen considered it completely feasible—most importantly, it wasn’t people from his country dying, which, to someone who had been a Rongwei for over a decade, was not a big deal.

Ever since he became a Rongwei, following the military to conquer nations, frequently sent to the borders or deployed as peacekeeping Rongwei, he hadn’t the ordinary fear of death that common people possess.

Rongwei always stood in front of ordinary people, living completely different special lives.

In the eyes of a Rongwei, there are only commands and missions.

Xie Jingchen looked down at the red-eyed mountain rats below; the first to be devoured was that Evil Monk who appeared last—thinking about it, flesh powered by spiritual strength might taste even more delicious than the men in black?

Seeing the sharp teeth of the red-eyed mountain rats, gnawing fervently at the bones and blood in mere minutes, before the arrival of Da Rong’s subordinates, the exterior of the Evil Monk was already too horrific to endure.

Earlier, that spiritual power group technique he experimented with—how could any trace of it still be seen?

Seeing this, Xie Jingchen’s expression relaxed even more.

The red-eyed mountain rats all gathered on the open ground, piling up like mountains, truly challenging for those with a fear of tight clusters!

The first Rongwei to arrive, followed by the caging Rongwei coming after, a few obviously leaders amongst the Rongtong Guard, after a brief conversation, sent a few men quickly to fetch something—diesel.

Yes, just burn them to ashes directly; using guns or large knives was hardly realistic.

Especially that huge mound of mountain rats, clearly not ordinary rats, those blood-red eyes felt spine-chilling even to the Rongwei beside them!

Who knew if one might become infected after being bitten by them?

Fortunately, there were plenty of supplies already stored on the mountain, especially diesel, the most essential consumable for Rong trucks, and there was enough in reserve.

While waiting for the diesel, some Rongwei were cutting down trees closest to the clearing to reduce the formation and spread of wildfires.

There were also some Rongwei who had the foresight to fetch river sand from the bottom of the mountain.

Seeing this, Xie Jingchen immediately reminded one of the leaders that there was a survivor; they should tie him up and carry him to the military doctor for treatment.

It was not a fatal injury; Xie Jingchen knew the strength he had used himself when he inflicted the wound on the Hermit, knowing he could withstand it without dying.

Xie Jingchen didn’t care about the man in the black robe with the Evil Ghost Mask.

Now, in Xie Jingchen’s eyes, the difficulty was in dealing with the red-eye mutant rats.

It’s true, these mutant rats were not afraid of human traps, nor the smell of diesel. Only when their fur caught fire did they emit piercing screeches—

With prior preparation, the Rongwei scattered in groups of two or three around the area, forming a large encirclement. Any mutant rat trying to escape the roasting zone was driven back by the Rongwei with wooden sticks!

The Rongwei on site treated the mutant rats like balls, taking swings at them; a single Rongwei took one swing, a pair took two, ensuring all rats were swung back into the roasting zone to be burned alive!

Such a fire burned the red-eye mutant rats for three whole hours. After they were all reduced to black ash, Xie Jingchen then issued the first command:

"Attention! All units, dig three feet deep, thirty feet wide, and make sure to pack all the ashes of these rats for a special ’poisonous’ waste handling solution."

Tanning Temple, after all, was a renowned temple in the locals’ eyes, especially celebrated was the ’Holy Peach’ tree at the mid-mountain summit, always surrounded by legends.

Once everything was concluded, Tanning Temple would definitely be reopened to the public. With people coming and going, if all the germs weren’t completely eradicated, it would leave an unpredictable major hazard for the future of humanity!

"Yes!" Upon receiving the official order from the Rongwei Chief, the Rongwei, grouped by Rongtong Guard units, quickly organized the necessary tools and promptly reported the situation to their superiors. Special protective gear was brought in, and once everything was ready, the mountain Rongwei immediately began the intense labor of digging.

Xie Jingchen, seeing that everything was properly handled, was just about to head down the mountain when a communications Rong suddenly rushed up to him, saluted solemnly, and reported:

"Mr. Xie Rongwei, there is an urgent call for you in the office."

The communications Rong, clearly because of the word "urgent," had run all the way here at top speed and stood before Mr. Xie Rongwei with a flushed face and unstable breath.

On hearing it was "urgent," Xie Jingchen tensed his spiritual power and decided to head to the office to take the call.

However, he had only walked a few steps when suddenly, a large wave of pink and white peach blossom petals floated eerily through the air, dense enough to obscure one’s vision, creating a scenery as beautiful as paradise—

The sweet scent was dreamlike and fantastical.

Yet, Xie Jingchen felt a sudden chill and stiffness in his body, as if he were in the eighteenth layer of hell!

This was because Tao Nu was reacting unusually vividly, sensing the presence of the Spirit Lord before anyone else!

Just as its revived spiritual power was about to greet Xie Jingchen, the man known as the Spirit Lord, with some affectionate cooing, Tao Nu suddenly felt a very familiar and deeply trusted presence rapidly approaching—