My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 196

Qing Cang’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot, as if smeared with a layer of black ash.

Seeing him wave his hand, and given his simmering anger, no one dared to stay and witness his predicament, so they all dispersed.

Wan Chen and a few others glanced back a couple of times before returning to the spaceship.

Su Chen, on the other hand, went to the nearby temporary gathering place, which was not small and had a considerable population.

These gathering places were not newly built; ever since the discovery of this ruin, the four cities had been constructing them nearby and constantly sending people to guard them.

This was not only to prevent other cities from secretly exploring but also to prevent this place from being reoccupied by mutated species, causing trouble for future explorations.

Over the years, with continuous expansion, the overall structure had become quite perfect.

Each city stationed no fewer than a thousand Professionals here, transported supplies every six months, and rotated personnel every three years.

The daily needs, medical care, and other services for these thousand people required several hundred logistics personnel. Adding the people who came to explore the ruins this time, the total population was approaching seven thousand.

Walking through it, Su Chen even saw a few young children. After asking Old Xia beside him, he learned that some male and female Professionals, constantly lonely, inevitably engaged in romantic relations.

And because these garrisoned personnel came from four different, mutually hostile cities, it often led to considerable disputes.

Only after the four cities ceased fighting did such disputes lessen.

“This is truly—” Su Chen was left speechless after hearing Old Xia’s explanation.

Old Xia’s face was grim, seemingly in a bad mood, and when those stumbling children saw him, they immediately burst into tears and were quickly carried away.

Old Xia’s mood worsened.

“And the people trapped inside—” Su Chen knew the reason and asked hesitantly.

“It has nothing to do with you.” Xia Hanshi shook his head, his deep-set eyes flashing. According to Qing Cang, this matter was beyond Su Chen’s ability to resolve.

One could only say that they knew too little and understood too little before.

Xia Hanshi sighed, thinking of the students he had sent in, and grew even more disheartened.

Su Chen remained silent, not knowing if the Ancient King could solve it. Unsure of the final outcome, he didn’t rashly mention the matter of the Ancient King. He wasn’t sure if it could be solved, and whether there was an Ancient King accompanying them was only according to Lan Hao’s words.

Rather than despair after hope, it was better to extinguish hope from the beginning.

The atmosphere was heavy, so Su Chen changed the subject, asking when the Power of the Strange Gods would be delivered.

Xia Hanshi pondered for a moment: “The nearest Tianqing will arrive in about ten days, while the furthest Lieyang will take more than twenty days.”

The four cities were located in different positions, so the arrival times varied.

Xia Hanshi considered, “This Punishment Thunder will likely not be resolved in a short time. It’s best not to go through that Qing Cang for the matter of the Power of the Strange Gods.”

“Once it arrives, I’ll have them stop at the periphery.”

Su Chen had the same thought. After chatting with Old Xia again, he returned to the spaceship.

The basic facilities of this gathering place were decent, but they were only suitable for living. He still had to develop his professional progress, and staying in Qing Cang’s spaceship was the best option.

However, Ming Lin chose to move out of the spaceship. He said with a bitter face, “I just can’t get used to it. I feel constrained living there.”

He wasn’t talking about living conditions, of course, but a psychological barrier. These people had immense backgrounds, and speaking to any of them, even their guards, naturally brought an unconscious reverence.

He could only stay cooped up in his room all day, and unlike Su Chen, who stayed in his room developing his professional progress, he was merely avoiding things, and this feeling was truly uncomfortable.

At this point, he looked at Su Chen with a complex expression.

He still remembered when Su Chen first entered the Court of Judgment, when he first called on him and took him to the professional storage area, the look on Su Chen’s face was no different from now.

At that time, Su Chen came from a lower-tier city ruled by Ying Feng, yet he showed no reverence for Ying Feng or the Court of Judgment.

And now, facing the Royal Court and the Bronze Sect, he was as unwavering as ever. He genuinely envied this powerful mental state, but unfortunately, people were ultimately different.

Su Chen understood. He dropped him off and returned to his room to continue developing his profession.

The current matters were beyond his ability to resolve. All he could do was diligently improve himself.

For the next few days, Qing Cang continually attempted to enter the Scarlet Thunder Cauldron, and the time he spent inside gradually increased, indicating he was penetrating deeper.

However, three or four days later, Su Chen was awakened by an urgent knock on the door. Upon opening it, he found Xia Jie, the leader of the Bronze Church Army that Qing Cang had brought.

This was the official military force of the Bronze Sect, and the elite force that controlled thirty-seven living planets.

His expression was stern, his lean face quite harsh, radiating a fierce killing intent. Holding a metal helmet in his left hand, he opened the door and asked, “Have you seen Lan Hao today, or contacted him?”

“Lan Hao?” Su Chen was slightly startled and shook his head: “No.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Lan Hao is missing.” Xia Jie glanced at him. Before asking, he had already checked the spaceship’s surveillance records. Su Chen had been in his room these past few days, so he wasn’t lying.

“Missing?” Su Chen looked bewildered, truly surprised.

Xia Jie said no more and left in a hurry. Su Chen felt a stir in his heart and followed him out of the spaceship. Outside, the sky was already dim.

The surrounding Nethermist enveloped everything like an endless black abyss, with faint roars echoing within.

Qing Cang’s face was grim, and Chong Jingtian and others stood nearby.

“Then I’ll trouble you all,” Qing Cang suppressed his anger, his gaze at Chong Jingtian and the others tinged with suspicion.

Wan Chen had come down a little earlier than him, and Su Chen leaned over to ask what was going on.

“Lan Hao left the spaceship this morning and hasn’t returned since.” Wan Chen frowned slightly. Even if he and Lan Hao didn’t get along, this wasn’t good news either.

Su Chen’s expression changed slightly, and he glanced in the direction where Chong Jingtian and the others were. Old Xia was standing at the end of the line, looking at him faintly.

Could it be Old Xia? Su Chen was startled, couldn’t help but speculate. Killing Lan Hao right now wasn’t a good choice; it would only cause more trouble.

Lin Yue just came down, and after understanding the situation, her eyes swept over the people from the four cities.

In this place, it was only their two sides. Wan Chen and the others would not make a move, so it could only be Chong Jingtian and the others.

Chong Jingtian and the others also realized this, and the anxiety on their faces was not feigned. If this mess was truly attributed to them, the trouble would be immense.

They directed the guarding Professionals to expand into the surrounding Nethermist, seemingly to search for Lan Hao.

Wan Chen and the others were not idle either, joining the search party.

Qing Cang’s brow furrowed, his gaze sweeping over the group of people before him. He couldn’t think of any reason to kill Lan Hao, but what if someone truly acted unwisely?

If Lan Hao were to suffer an accident under his protection, the trouble would be considerable.

Thinking this, he couldn’t help but feel frustrated. He looked around at the profound environment. If only the Nethermist didn’t suppress spiritual perception so severely.

Su Chen, mixed in with the crowd, slowly drifted into the Nethermist.

Soon, the master and disciple fortuitously encountered each other.

Initially, neither spoke. They walked deeper into the mist, and when they saw no one else, Xia Hanshi transmitted a spiritual波动, “Is your work clean?”

Su Chen’s face froze. Old Xia thought it was him too?

While he had a considerable covetousness for Lan Hao’s recovery-type profession, he hadn’t found an opportunity yet. He responded with a helpless expression, “I was about to ask you the same thing?”

Although he said that, he also breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that it wasn’t Old Xia.

Although there were some conflicts with Lan Hao, if this guy died on Scarlet Thunder Star, who knew what consequences it would cause.

“That’s good.” Xia Hanshi also breathed a sigh of relief. He was truly afraid that Su Chen might be impatient to eliminate potential troubles. Then he became suspicious again: “If it wasn’t you and me, who else would want to kill him?”

After a moment of silence, Su Chen couldn’t give an answer to those words.

The two wandered in the Nethermist for a long time but found no clues, so they had to return.

As a result, as soon as they emerged from the Nethermist, they heard Qing Cang’s angry shouts: “Damn it, you go into the Nethermist and don’t even leave a message!”

“I thought you died without even a corpse!”

In front of the spaceship, Lan Hao was actually standing there alive, and not far behind him, there was a mountain-like black giant elephant corpse, with the smell of blood permeating the air.

Lan Hao lowered his head and explained, “I was just curious, after all, I’ve only ever seen planets like this in books. I wanted to see what it was like.”

“As a result, after entering the Nethermist, I walked and walked and got a little lost.”

“Curious!” Qing Cang couldn’t suppress his anger and sternly reprimanded, “Why aren’t you curious about how the Demonic Gods were born? If your armor gets damaged, you’ll have a hard time when you get back.”

Lan Hao looked helpless, only able to accept the reprimand.

Chong Jingtian and the others returned one after another. Seeing Lan Hao alive, they all breathed a sigh of relief, but after learning the reason, they couldn’t help but curse in their hearts.

Still curious? I’m going crazy from the torment.

“This kid is not quite right.” Xia Hanshi and Su Chen stood at a distance, their eyes deep. “Looking at the coagulation of the elephant’s blood, it’s been dead for at least more than half a day.”

“The mutated species nearby have long been cleared out. He ran quite a distance, killed it, but didn’t return immediately.”

Since Lan Hao wasn’t dead, no one bothered about the mental fluctuations between the two.

Su Chen’s heart stirred, “You mean?”

“I don’t know.” Xia Hanshi shook his head. “It’s just a guess, perhaps he really got lost.”

After a huge misunderstanding, Qing Cang told him to stay put, but Lan Hao said, “I’m cooped up in my room, with nothing else to do. It’s really boring.”

Qing Cang paused slightly. This Lan Hao had previously given away his Spirit Pressure Ring to curry favor with Su Chen.

Lin Yue’s gaze shifted from the wolf corpse, and her hands were a little itching: “Master Qing, it’s rare for us to encounter such an environment, and I’m quite curious too. Just let us temper ourselves.”

Qing Cang frowned, and Wan Chen even seemed eager to try, echoing her words.

He pondered for a long time, but still shook his head.

However, the next day, while Qing Cang was deep inside the Scarlet Thunder Cauldron, Lin Yue still quietly slipped out and dragged back a giant pig whose fur was like refined iron.

“This woman…” Su Chen leaned against the porthole, watching Lin Yue, covered in blood but with an excited face. “Isn’t she afraid of damaging her armor?”

When Qing Cang came out and learned of this, he merely frowned but said nothing.

After being tacitly approved, in the following days, Wan Chen and a few others often went out, venturing deep into the Nethermist.

As for Su Chen, he simply spent more time at the gathering place.

Early this morning, Lin Yue disappeared into the Nethermist. Two or three hours later, Lan Cang also emerged and entered the Nethermist from another direction. Everyone was used to it by now.

Su Chen, on the other hand, descended from the spaceship and vanished into the gathering place, soon disappearing from sight.

The mist swirled, and Su Chen, wearing a metal mask, appeared to be both substantial and illusory. Under the instinctive effect of the Wind Dance Pact, where he drifted, even the mist barely rippled.

He watched the faint, shifting figure ahead, trailing far behind. With multiple methods at play, combined with the Nethermist’s inherent ability to block detection, the other party found it difficult to notice him.

Su Chen secretly speculated, “This guy is really a bit strange. Unlike Lin Yue and Wan Chen, who are truly hunting, he seems to just wait out enough time and then go back.”

Lan Hao had come out several times, and each time he followed, truly interested in that Phoenix. Several times he wanted to make a move, but he held back.

Lan Hao was a Five-tier Professional. Whether he could be defeated was another matter. Taking action was easy, but finishing the job was difficult.

This time, as usual, Lan Hao stopped after venturing deep enough into the Nethermist.

However, unlike usual, not long after he stopped, the mist not far away suddenly churned.

Su Chen’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately hid in the spatial rift. He then saw a burly figure emerge from the mist, about two meters tall, wearing a leather jacket, with two thick, iron-like arms exposed.

He was too far away to make out their face, only vaguely seeing their outline.

“Lan Hao’s been setting this up for so long, just to meet this person?” Su Chen suddenly had an epiphany.

Lan Hao’s first disappearance was likely to verify how effective the Nethermist’s isolation truly was.

He then came out several more times, pretending, but the essence of it all was for this one meeting.

Who is the other party? Worth his special visit…

He’s definitely not a local of Scarlet Thunder Star. Su Chen’s mind raced, yet he felt a thrill.

“Ni Chuan…” Lan Hao was also quite surprised to see the other party. This person was one of the high-ranking officers of the Royal Court’s Garrison Army.

“A brave father indeed has no cowardly son…” Ni Chuan laughed heartily, his gaze returning from afar, carrying a faint, peculiar feeling.

“Commander Ni.” Lan Hao didn’t know if the person speaking to him in the Underworld Space was him, but face-to-face, he didn’t dare to be arrogant.

“What’s the situation?” Ni Chuan nodded, getting straight to the point.

“Chi Yang left his weapon, the Scarlet Thunder Cauldron, here.” Perhaps this betrayal made him uncomfortable, Lan Hao seemed a little nervous, and said, “Qing Cang is trying his best to clear the obstacles.”

“Scarlet Thunder Cauldron!” Ni Chuan’s eyes gleamed. That was a Morning Star-tier weapon, forged at great cost and of immense value.

“According to Qing Cang, it’s already severely damaged.” Lan Hao saw through his thoughts and explained, “As for the Ancient King’s fragmented consciousness, it hasn’t appeared yet. I only heard Wan Chen mention it before, so it might be false.”

“Otherwise, Qing Cang wouldn’t have to work so hard to confront the Punishment Thunder.”

The gleam in Ni Chuan’s eyes faded somewhat as he pondered, “If it’s just Qing Cang, I can still contend with him. If there’s an Ancient King’s consciousness, then I can only find a way to stall for time.”

“It’s best not to stall for time.” Lan Hao’s face became anxious. “The Demonic God believers on this planet are already preparing for the Sacred Feast. If it’s delayed too long, there might be unforeseen changes.”