bestfiction Chapter 165 Breaking Out of the Smoke
Chapter 165 Breaking Out of the Smoke
A strong aroma of spices wafted over, choking Zhong Ming. He immediately closed his mouth and nose and used an oxygen stone to breathe.
The others weren't so lucky; they all coughed a few times. Chi Tong took out a mask and put it on, while Yue Kaishan, who wasn't so prepared, started to hold his breath.
The large group of people were almost huddled together, and if they ran a little too fast, they would bump into the back of their comrades in front of them.
Countless explosions echoed all around, and the beasts had no idea where these damned humans had gone. Similarly, the humans couldn't tell if there were wild beasts charging towards them recklessly.
"Boom!" Hard objects kept hitting the puppets in front of him. As Zhong Ming walked, he almost tripped over a puppet's severed arm and nearly tore his balls off.
Most people had the same thought: Weren't we fighting just fine? We were holding on, so why did we need to throw smoke?
A loud tearing sound happened right in front of him. He instinctively assumed a defensive stance, protecting his head with one arm, but what he encountered was not a ferocious monster, but a large pool of splattered monster flesh.
Chunks of foul-smelling, mushy, and sticky flesh were slammed onto his body, followed by a searing, burning sensation that began to erode his skin.
A huge monster was cleaved in two, its internal organs shattered as well. Its stomach crashed down next to Zhong Ming, and the highly corrosive stomach acid spilled all over him, quickly melting holes in his ordinary sleeves.
Half-digested meat was poured over his head, which he frantically brushed aside. In his panic, he seemed to have grabbed something hard.
Huh? So hard? Even the stomach of a giant beast couldn't corrode it?
Zhong Ming subconsciously stuffed the contents directly into the storage bag. In order to get rid of these disgusting things as soon as possible, he even clumped together some sticky residue that was difficult to remove from his clothes and stuffed it into the storage bag.
This time, the storage bag strapped to my arm will probably need a thorough cleaning.
In the thick smoke, Zhong Ming didn't know how long he had been rushing, but his legs started to ache and his whole body felt as heavy as if he were carrying hundreds of pounds of stones.
Damn it, I should have let Yue Kaishan come back to carry Chen Dahai. I have to bring a wheelchair and a person with me. It's too tiring.
The person in front jumped up again, and he also struggled to lift the wheelchair, leaped, and landed steadily on the ground, instantly feeling refreshed.
It turned out that they had broken through the smoke, and the warehouse door was just a few steps ahead.
Only then did Zhong Ming see clearly, you guys...
You think I'm an ambulance?
There were three or four people piled on top of Chen Dahai's wheelchair, all of them unconscious and seriously injured, which explained why it was so heavy.
"careful!"
Just as he relaxed, his shoulder was suddenly grabbed, and he and a large group of people in wheelchairs were violently pulled into the warehouse, where they fell to the ground.
"Bang!"
The violent clash of steel jolted Zhong Ming awake. Adrenaline surged through him once more, and everything that had been blurry before his eyes became clear. Sharp beast claws were pouncing on him.
In the blink of an eye, he dodged a sharp claw attack. Looking back, he saw countless flying monsters circling in the small sky between the smoke and the warehouse. A large yellow-feathered bird was the culprit that had attacked him earlier.
"Heavenly Blade - Thunder!"
The supervisor acted instantly, his twin blades drawing a perfect arc in the air before plunging into the monster's body, spinning once, and returning to his hand.
"Puppets, block the gate!"
An experienced puppeteer immediately sprang into action. By this point in the battle, only ten puppets remained intact. All the other damaged puppets rushed to the entrance, completely blocking it.
"Quick, the puppets won't last long. See what usable stuff is in the warehouse." The veterans split into two teams. One team began treating the new recruits and set up camp on the spot, reinforcing the puppet defenses while checking the number of people. The other team began exploring the interior of the warehouse.
Zhong Ming got up from the ground, and the hand on his shoulder let go. He looked and saw that it was Chi Tong.
'This girl is really strong, I feel like my shoulder is going to dislocate.' After thinking to himself, he said 'thank you' gratefully.
At this moment, his whole body was covered in acid "burns," and the situation looked terrifying, but in reality, his injuries were not serious.
"Dahai? Brother Yue, how is it?"
"I'm fine." Smoke was rising from Yue Kaishan's body. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the sleeve of the mechanical arm used for camouflage was on fire, but it wasn't a big problem.
Chen Dahai crawled out from a pile of seriously wounded soldiers, covered in blood...
He was covered in other people's blood... He waved to indicate that he was alright.
"You're not going to care about me anymore? Captain, you're being unfair!" Xuan Jing jumped up excitedly, looking particularly energetic.
What did the veterans just say? "Go explore the warehouse. He's perfectly fine, covered in armor, what's there to be afraid of? This time, they're going into the military warehouse, so they'll surely have plenty of explosive talismans. They'll have to retrieve all the ones they threw out earlier, right?"
Perhaps some of the talismans stored here were drawn by me.
Seeing that the team was alright, Zhong Ming called out, "I'll provide support from the center, Xuan Jing, you just go forward."
Zhong Ming said something, originally intending to take out a pot of water to wipe himself, but suddenly remembered that his storage bag was probably in a terrible state, so he could only look for something in his storage dentures.
.....
The problem is, he doesn't have the perverted habit of putting his clothes and underwear in his dentures, so he has to ask others for help.
"Fellow Daoists, who can fetch some clean water? I will pay for it." With that, he took out three spirit stones.
No one cares about him.
Who would stockpile large amounts of clean water in their storage bag? It's usually just small amounts of drinking water.
There were even voices of ridicule.
"Men are so fussy. Look at me, you can see my bones. Did I even say a word?"
"There are so many seriously injured people here. If you're not going to help, fine, but don't make things worse."
"Give."
With a single, concise word, Crimson Eyes tossed over a gourd. The fiery red gourd was engraved with emerald-colored patterns, a golden dragon coiled around it. If anyone else had tossed it, it would have been considered just a carving, but Crimson Eyes, being from a prominent sect, made Zhong Ming wonder...could this thing also be a valuable treasure?
"Thank you." He opened the gourd, took out some water, and rinsed his wounds. His body was unharmed because of the turtle shell vest; the main injury was to his arms that were covering his head.
The wound was already rotten, and there was no pain when poked. After the water flowed over it, Zhong Ming glanced at the heavily injured man who had spoken earlier. He was sitting astride a wooden box, receiving treatment from a medical cultivator, and even seemed to be enjoying it.
Remembering the medical cultivator's warning, Zhong Ming squatted down on the spot, hardened his heart, and took out the mother-and-child sword.
The mother and daughter swords, which had been stored in the arm pouch, were now covered in a sticky substance, and even the ordinary peach wood scabbards had been corroded with several large holes.
With an apologetic look in his eyes, Zhong Ming nodded to Chi Tong, then poured out some water and washed the sword hilt clean.
"Hey, skinny kid, still wasting water? You..." The big man suddenly fell silent, his mockery and contempt turning into horror, and then into profound respect.
Zhong Ming gripped his sword and began to cut away his own rotten flesh.