Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1045: Chapter 810: Drumstick (Part 2)

"Ah, don’t worry, leave it to me!"

Faced with this commission, Sugano immediately patted his chest and showed a sincere and reliable smile.

He watched as the Wood Cottage slowly faded away and vanished from sight.

Then, returning to his registration post, he diligently went back to work to defend his valuable top ranking.

"Come, come, everyone register... This disciple, how many swords do you carry?"

However, in the midst of the busy registration, a new doubt quickly rose in his mind: Is the list of rankings incomplete? He knew several people had already completed their sword hunting in advance, with results better than his... Could this be the daily ranking list? Hmm, like the abyss settlement in mobile games every week?

Really strange...

Maybe I should ask Brother in the Mountain when he returns.

And just as he was engrossed in his tense work, angry roars resounded from behind the crowd.

"You bunch of idiots, what on earth are you doing here!"

An outraged Sato charged out of the dojo: "Taking advantage of the master’s meeting to cause trouble? If it weren’t for the patrolman reporting to me, you’d have kept me in the dark... Hey, you, what are you doing!"

Stared at by those stormy, lightning-like eyes, Sugano’s expression froze for a moment, then turned innocent: "I’m just helping with the registration?"

"Registration?"

Sato paused, sensing something amiss, and glanced at the piled boxes on their table and behind them, where a shadow of unease clouded his mind.

"What are you registering?"

"Didn’t you say to let Brother in the Mountain register the accomplishments of the sword hunting?" Sugano asked in confusion, "Look, we’re doing it just fine, even made a ranking..."

Sato stood stunned for a long while, dazed, and when he realized what was happening, he felt a rush of blood to his forehead, his vision blackened.

"Nonsense!" He couldn’t help but shout in anger, "When did I ever say such a thing!"

In his fury, Sato couldn’t control himself and raised his hand to slap Sugano, causing him to lift off the ground, spin mid-air, and crash into the boxes behind, creating a scene of chaos.

Amid the violent collision, the phantoms of the swords trembled instantly, and as Sugano struggled to stand, they vanished into thin air.

Disappeared without a trace.

Leaving behind only empty boxes rolling and tumbling on the ground.

Like open mouths mocking silently.

Deathly silence, silence arrives...

"What are you standing around for?"

Sato lifted his face, pale, with bloodshot eyes, as if hellfire was burning within:"Find him!!! Find him!!!"

"Find that bastard in the mountain for me!"

His roar almost echoed through half of Huangquan Slope, filled with lethal intent: "I will tear him limb from limb!!!"

Meanwhile, in a speeding car on the other side of Huangquan Slope, the Wood Cottage felt a tide of resentment surge into his body, prompting him to moan with satisfaction.

Comfortable!

He casually tore off the disguise and the binding seal of the Source Substance on him, returning to his original form. He checked his watch to find that his exposure time was ten minutes longer than planned...

Yet his mind wasn’t spinning with the wishful thought that waiting longer might yield more gains; rather, a sense of dread made his hands and legs tremble.

To fool around in front of the Sword Saint Dojo—it’s really unthinkable!

Especially when leaving, he could clearly sense a meaningful gaze from the deepest part of the dojo directed at him.

So profound, so meaningful...

He shakily lit up a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, pulled out a tissue, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his hands trembling faster and faster.

Scared.

"Mother, it was too thrilling."

He flicked the ash out of the car window, accelerated, and returned to the Current Circumstances.

But behind him, a voice unexpectedly emerged from the back seat.

A Teenage Girl, who appeared at some unknown point, wore a traditional Yingzhou long dress and looked at his twitching face in curiosity: "You’re disguised as a dojo member, deceiving at the dojo’s gate, aren’t you afraid of dying?"

"Of course I’m scared!"

The Wood Cottage shrugged, smoked, and retorted: "But being scared, does it mean you won’t die?"

Seemingly stunned by his straightforwardness, the Teenage Girl thought a moment and earnestly said: "If you surrender now, I can plead with my grandpa on your behalf."

"Plead?"

The Wood Cottage slowly raised his eyebrows, feeling the coldness pointed at his back from behind the seat, and couldn’t help but laugh, "Sorry."

The boy raised his hand, took a deep drag from the cigarette, pulling in half the smoke, then puffed out both smoke and words.

"Too late."

Whether it’s your futile attempt to mend the sheep pen or your overly naive capture...

In that instant, he floored the pedal, the car accelerated rapidly to its limits, then swerved the steering wheel, recklessly charging and crashing through the bridge railing, roaring down towards the rushing river below, subsequently vanishing.

The Hell-saturated river, with years of reddish, muddy water, famed as the Huangquan River, continued its turbulent flow, engulfing everything in its path.

Quickly, the mighty hidden creature in the river dismembered the car that fell from the sky.

At the opening of the bridge railing, the Teenage Girl who had jumped out at the final moment looked down at the turbid flow, squinted for a long time, and sheathed her small Hwai Knife, softly laughing.

"We’ll surely meet again in the future, so this time I’ll let you go."

She turned to leave.

And beneath the bridge, beneath thick cement, the Wood Cottage grasping a half-broken steel bar suspended mid-air felt his trembling hand slowly loosen.

The final puff of smoke fell from the air, sinking into the river.

Swallowed by the shadow moving within the river.

.

After enduring the final twists and turns, the Wood Cottage cautiously sneaked away, changing identities twice before finally returning to the Current Circumstances disguised as a tourist.

Without pausing for breath, he hurriedly made his way to the Stone Marrow Pavilion in Tanbo, where he finally relaxed.

Almost too weak to walk.

"Hey, you actually came back, Little Brag?"

Luo Lao, still instructing Yuan Yuan in the courtyard, grinned, "This time I won’t let you escape... ready for Hell’s extra lessons?"

"Nope, sorry, goodbye!"

The Wood Cottage casually waved, took off his backpack, unzipped it, and in an instant, countless swords transformed like a tide, surging out!

A pile accumulated beside him, forming a small mountain.

Taller than himself!

"One thousand six hundred ninety one swords, deducting the agreed four hundred returned to Yuan Yuan, I still have one thousand two hundred!"

"– This time in the sword hunting, I’m the champion!"

The boy raised his head, glanced at the old man’s astonished face, and loudly questioned: "Do I, Little Nineteenth of the Lin Family, need to rely on others?!"

In the silence, Luo Lao stroked his chin, appreciating this sudden surprise.

Clicking his tongue in admiration, he didn’t say a word.

Just waved, letting the proud boy stride away.

Though cunning, at least he returned alive, and did quite well indeed.

He’s graduated.

Finally reclaiming a round against the muscle-bound old man, the Wood Cottage floated on air all the way, his face beaming with excitement.

He pushed open the door, collapsed on the sofa, and smelled the fragrance wafting from the kitchen, emboldening him.

"Uncle Fang, I want a drumstick."

He shouted loudly, "I want the biggest one!!!"

"Alright, just a moment!"

The elderly man’s warm response quickened his actions.

But when Uncle Fang came out carrying a platter from the kitchen, he found the boy on the sofa had long fallen into deep sleep, snoring thunderously.

Still covered with a blanket.

Sitting beside him, Huai Shi raised a hand and gestured for quiet.

The old man nodded, setting down the roast chicken, and left with a smile.