CHAPTER 39: CHAPTER 33: DR. NINE HAIRS

Pain!

Agonizing pain.

Su Yue suddenly became lucid.

But he still remembered that he had been kidnapped by a formidable person before, so he grit his teeth and didn’t make a sound, to avoid being immediately killed.

Su Yue must make himself calm down.

Fortunately, having encountered Xiong Taiguang in the past, he had gained some ability to handle emergency situations.

Su Yue forced himself to endure the intense pain and barely opened his eyes a crack.

This place seemed like a warehouse, with various discarded machine tools messily piled up.

Since he had been unconscious, he didn’t know the location of this warehouse.

The reason Su Yue was in so much pain was because he was tightly bound with chains, which had even cut into his flesh in some places.

His right arm was numb.

Indeed, it was done by that crew; not far away, some filming equipment was scattered on the ground.

"How many people have these beasts captured, exactly?"

Not far from Su Yue, over a dozen high school students were lying haphazardly.

There was one from Second High, whom Su Yue vaguely remembered; he wasn’t a classmate from Class 3 but should be a potential student from the Talent class.

Su Yue didn’t recognize the other students, but a few of them seemed familiar.

They used to play basketball in the first year of high school, looked somewhat familiar.

All those people came from Cengyan City and were high school students preparing for exams.

Is it the Yangxiang Sect?

Su Yue felt a chill up his spine, recalling the recurring news reports lately.

The evil followers of Yangxiang Sect kidnap high school students and then brutally murder them, leaving no survivors.

This was a downright disaster.

Su Yue was truly collapsing.

How could this scenario from TV suddenly fall upon him?

If I die, will my name appear on the news in a few days?

Su Yue was covered in injuries, with no strength in his body, and it seemed like all his Qi Blood had been drained.

In such a state, it was impossible to break free from the chains.

Moreover, the crew’s evil doers were all martial artists; even in peak condition, he couldn’t escape.

Investigators, hurry up and save lives.

Heroes from the Military Department, please come quickly to save us.

Su Yue maintained a comatose state, frantically praying in his heart.

...

Available diligence points: 103 points.

Diligence counter:

1. Sleep exemption

2. The price of love

Qi Blood value: 16 card

Su Yue subconsciously glanced at the system, unexpectedly, a sudden disaster had actually increased his diligence points by dozens.

...

"Caught another one. The Investigation and Arrest Bureau in Cengyan City is strict. These 12 students should be enough."

Boom!

Su Yue was still lost in thought.

Suddenly, a beam of light cut through the dim warehouse as the heavy door opened.

A comatose high school student was thrown at Su Yue’s feet, followed by a group of people entering.

Su Yue secretly glanced and saw they were all martial artists, with a few even comparable to Xu Baiyan.

"Dr. Jiu Mao hasn’t awakened yet?"

Speaking was a female.

It was the heroine from that day.

"Dr. Jiu Mao’s body probably won’t last these few days. If the experiment in Cengyan City fails, the serum project is completely doomed."

The male character spoke with a somewhat sullen voice.

Dr. Jiu Mao?

Project?

Experiment?

The more Su Yue listened, the more terrified he became. Could it be that the Yangxiang Race was conducting some cruel experiment?

So that means, I’m just an experimental subject.

It’s downright insane.

"This time it might not necessarily fail; we’re lucky to have caught a high school student with 16 card Qi Blood, there might be a chance of success.

"Baimei, make sure to watch over him carefully, don’t let anything go wrong."

The heroine walked over and kicked Su Yue.

Su Yue endured the pain and dared not move; so that male lead was called Baimei.

Sure enough, his eyebrows were white.

Could this crew be filming a remake of Baimei Hero?

In the distance, that 50-cent plastic broadsword, is it supposed to be the Golden Ring Broadsword?

"Don’t worry, Peckspice.

"I’ve broken more than a dozen of this kid’s bones, plus these chains, even a Third-Grade Martial Artist couldn’t escape, much less a weakling with 16 card Qi Blood.

"Damn Wuwen Racer Investigation Bureau, chasing us so hard."

Baimei opened a can of beer and chugged it down.

"Be content; of all the races in the Wetland, only our Yangxiang Race can disguise ourselves and infiltrate Earth, while the other races can only charge head-on."

Although Peckspice was female, she opened a bottle of Niulan Mountain Erguotou.

Wetland?

Yangxiang Race?

Wuwen Race?

Su Yue held his breath.

Although he wasn’t familiar with the details of the battlefield, he wasn’t stupid.

If there were no accidents, this Wetland should be what the martial artists refer to as the battlefield.

And Yangxiang Race is the enemy of human martial artists.

Wuwen Race?

Could it be referring to humans?

Su Yue could only guess like this.

"Peckspice, be careful with your injuries; while the Wuwen Race’s Investigation Bureau is generally weak, the Military Department still has some means.

"Damn Wuwen Race, why do you own the sunlight?"

Baimei opened another can of beer.

"Our Yangxiang Race’s defense power is unbeatable; the Investigation Bureau thinks my vulnerable spot is the sole of my right foot, but it’s actually the tendon in my heel. Under my deliberate misdirection, they can’t find the weak point.

"As long as my weak point isn’t broken, I absolutely won’t be killed."

Peckspice seemed like she was boasting about her intelligence.

"My weak point is at the four o’clock position on my left butt cheek, but the Investigation Bureau thinks my weak point is the anus, haha.

"Foolish Wuwen Race."

Baimei snickered.

"Oh, you naughty, Baimei, your weak point is quite tricky."

Peckspice giggled, sounding like a goblin being stomped on its tail.

"Let’s be careful in the future; after all, we only have Fourth-Grade prowess now. All because of the Wuwen Race, they injured me."

Peckspice gulped down a bottle of Erguotou.

Su Yue was shocked to discover their hair starting to fall off, a sun pattern appearing on their foreheads.

No, wait.

Is it a sunflower, or a sun?

Anyway, it’s an emblem.

More bizarre was that damp, seaweed-like hair was spreading from their bodies.

It was truly dripping water.

What kind of monsters are these Yangxiang Race members?

They seem to have high intelligence, knowing how to feint and hide their vulnerable spots.

Humans are indeed engaged in a bitter war.

Su Yue felt increasingly uneasy about his fate.

To defeat these beasts, at least a Fifth-Grade martial artist is needed.

What’s more, there’s a crowd of frightened minions in the distance.

What should be done?

Cough, cough, cough...

"You two, disguise yourselves immediately... cough cough... the Yangxiang Race gave you divine water to achieve big things in the Wuwen Race, not to drink."

With the coughing, the old man in a vest, the director, walked out from inside, stepping on the plastic Golden Ring Broadsword, breaking it.

"Greetings, Dr. Jiu Mao."

The two leads quickly stood up.

Su Yue cautiously glanced.

Sure enough, he had only nine hairs on his head, resembling a hairy boiled egg, no wonder he was called Dr. Jiu Mao.

This guy should be the leader of this evil bunch.

No way.

I have to quickly find a way to escape.

Heavens, Earth, who will save me... help...

Su Yue roared in his heart.

How did such a rudimentary filming crew, using equipment rented for fifty cents, manage to infiltrate?