The figure finally appeared outside the ripple of water.
Mo Chen's tightly pressed lips suddenly relaxed.
He had seen this face before, at that military base. The person had even treated his injuries.
Was it Pi Jia Jia? He recalled he was one of Cheng Ge's subordinates.
But how could this person be here?
Pi Jia Jia cautiously peeked out...
"Huh? I clearly sensed the presence of an ability user outside?" he muttered to himself, looking around.
But there wasn't a soul in sight.
"Sense my foot, are you hallucinating? I don't feel anything. Hurry back!" another person inside reprimanded him impatiently.
"Sigh, I didn't rest well. Hallucinations, hallucinations." Pi Jia Jia gritted his teeth, quickly shrinking back and pushing through the water ripple, returning to the barrier.
Just as Wang Biao was about to rush forward, he saw the ripple disappear rapidly.
However, after the water ripple closed, Mo Chen darted forward, pausing briefly at the barrier.
Then he returned to the bushes.
Just before Pi Jia Jia entered, he distinctly saw something drop from the person's hand.
Luo Xiao Le had been inside for two days. Given her personality, there should have been some news. This object might be crucial.
"Mo Chen, what are you guys doing? What's wrong with the barrier?" Zhou He asked cheerfully, holding several freshly picked fruits and enthusiastically offering them to Mo Chen.
She hoped this mission would continue like this, giving her ample time to "spend time alone" with Mo Chen.
She extended her hand persistently, as if Mo Chen wouldn't take it until the end of time.
Mo Chen took the fruit expressionlessly.
Just as Zhou He was about to flash a sweet smile.
Less than a second after receiving the fruit, Mo Chen, with lightning speed, stuffed it into Wang Biao's mouth, "Don't let food go to waste."
Zhou He was stunned.
With the fruit in his mouth and feeling Zhou He's glare, Wang Biao felt like he was being roasted. He grumbled inwardly, "If you don't want it to go to waste, eat it yourself! Why are you giving it to me?"
Mo Chen then adopted a demeanor of "this world has nothing to do with me."
He walked to the side with a cold expression and quietly opened the note.
The moment he saw the note, a relieved smile appeared on his face.
It depicted a circle with several stick figures with disproportionately large heads passing through it.
Beside it, "+1" was written.
When bored, Mo Chen had seen Luo Xiao Le casually draw stick figures with such large heads, looking endearingly clumsy.
"What's this? A drawing Xiao Le sent out from inside? What does it mean?" Wang Biao, also munching on fruit, came over, expressing his confusion.
"Operation in one day. Prepare to enter the barrier," Mo Chen's lips curved into a smile.
That night, the wind howled mournfully, making the entire forest seem eerie and terrifying.
"Wuwuwu," Zhou He shivered fearfully, leaning closer to Mo Chen.
She suddenly felt herself bump into a strong arm.
"Mo... Mo Chen..." She lowered her head, afraid to look back. Two blushes immediately appeared on her face, giving her a shy appearance.
Everything was so perfect.
Except for a strange, indescribable odor emanating from the "Mo Chen" behind her...
"Get away." Mo Chen's cold voice sounded from afar, carrying a hint of killing intent.
"Wh-what..." Zhou He looked up abruptly!
Mo Chen was actually far away?
Then who was this person behind her...
Feeling the cold touch behind her, Zhou He's skin crawled. She gasped and looked back in shock.
She saw a mouth filled with sharp teeth, opened to its widest, about to sink into her neck!
The nauseating stench of zombies instantly engulfed her, making her feel as if she had stumbled into a massive septic tank.
"Ugh!" A wave of nausea washed over her. She bent down sharply, narrowly dodging the fatal blow.
"Whoosh!" A small knife sound arrived belatedly, piercing directly through the zombie's skull and emerging from its gaping maw.
It was stained with traces of brain matter.
The zombie collapsed at Zhou He's feet like a sack of noodles.
Zhou He covered her mouth tightly, looking up in terror at Mo Chen, who was sitting on a tree branch, idly swinging his long legs and playing with throwing knives.
She felt a sense of near-death experience.
She had almost lost her head and neck moments ago!
"Mo Chen, thank you!" she shouted excitedly, waving her hands. Mo Chen still cared about her, otherwise, he wouldn't have saved her!
Mo Chen remained silent, then swiftly threw another small dagger.
Zhou He watched with admiration as the dagger flew, crossing a large part of their camp and piercing the throat of another zombie.
She then realized that there were already eight or nine zombie corpses around.
Three or four seemed to have been killed by Lin Xia, that fierce-looking girl.
But near Wang Biao, the stubbled man, and another teammate, even near the agile Lin Xia, there were traces of Mo Chen's daggers.
She shivered, realizing that Mo Chen had thrown his darts to save them first, and then saved her?
She looked at the scene around her in disbelief.
She had always been pampered, and had even used Mo Chen's name to get her cousin to add her to this elite team as a healer.
She had always been the priority.
But now, Mo Chen had chosen to save the burly men wielding Guan Dao swords and the fierce woman who looked like she could fight, before saving her?
It felt like lightning had struck her...
"Whoosh!" "Swish!" After everyone finally managed to fend off the surprise zombie attack.
Wang Biao and the other two members of his team, unable to bear it any longer, bypassed Zhou He's wronged and confused gaze and gravitated towards Mo Chen.
"Our young ancestor, we can fight, but why didn't you save her first? If something happens to her, how will we explain our mission when we return?" Wang Biao and his two companions pleaded with distressed faces, unable to comprehend the cold man's thoughts.
"She won't die." Mo Chen said as he pulled the daggers from the zombies' throats and meticulously wiped them with a handkerchief, "I killed the zombies."
Implying, I intervened in the end, so don't complain.
"No, it's obvious that this girl is interested in you, anyone with eyes can see it. Why aren't you giving her even the slightest opening?" the stubbled man asked curiously.
Mo Chen carefully placed the cleaned dagger back into his pocket, cherishing it. It had been reinforced by Luo Xiao Le, and he couldn't afford to lose even one.
"I will have a wife sooner or later," Mo Chen turned around, unusually talkative, and dropped a bombshell, "Some things need to be nipped in the bud."
"Pah pah..." Wang Biao and the others felt as if they had been force-fed a mouthful of inexplicable dog food.
Mo Chen sheathed his knife and glanced at the somber-looking healer in the distance, signaling Lin Xia.
Lin Xia understood immediately.
During the fight, the healer's hostility towards Mo Chen and Lin Xia had flashed in his eyes.
Normally, members of a team on a mission would entrust their backs to each other.
This inexplicable hostility...
That healer was the final mole.
Found you.