Speaking, after his spiritual energy had slightly recovered, he pushed himself up, jumped down from the vehicle, grabbed his toolbox, and dashed with quick steps.

Toward the last remnants of the deceased.

The corpse, the corpse, rescuing the corpse was of the utmost urgency!

Once a person breathed their last, the spiritual essence dissipated, and the blessings started to crumble, leaving it uncertain how much could still be saved. But seeing how crazy this guy was acting, it seemed likely that the blessings had undergone several high-quality mutations.

Moreover, even if he were burnt to ashes, he could still be used as a material, which had a myriad of uses!

He must race against time.

Without Brother Qiu by his side, he could only first use Mercury to preserve the body urgently, hoping the blessings wouldn't dissipate too quickly.

"Wait wait wait—"

Surprisingly, Tong Hua was faster than him.

Grimacing and fighting the sensation of nausea, Tong Hua pinched her nose, mentally prepared herself, and finally reached out her hand toward the corpse.

Although a bit slow, naive, intellectually challenged, stubborn, and a poor thinker, the radar cultivated from her upbringing in a place like the Tong family, where everyone rejoiced in Ether, was sensitive enough to pick up on something amiss.

It's as if a seasoned reader, at the crux of the story, furrows their brow and begins to suspect when the author suddenly shifts focus to a side plot—Is this bastard going to start padding the story?

Ether eye activated, locked on, capture.

The moment Tong Hua's fingertips touched the severed fingers of the limb, her face instantly changed.

"Damn it!"

Old Zhang's brows furrowed instantly, "What's wrong?"

"There's definitely a problem here."

Tong Hua released her hand and declared decisively, "This person's Mutant process was induced!"

"Looking at the changes in his vital signs and tracing back a month, he had been in a controllable stable state, supposedly under treatment, using Suppressants. Though of adequate quality, and the mutation couldn't be contained, it was in a stable period. As long as the injections were administered regularly, they could maintain the current situation.

But today, the Mutant trend suddenly accelerated, shifting from a stable period to an acute phase in just half a day! That medication is definitely flawed, and before we arrived, there were unusual interferences and manipulations in his Ether records, the gaps in his consciousness are obvious, and he was stuffed with a large amount of jumbled memories that are indecipherable for now…it's the Heart Core!"

She said, "There was intervention from the Heart Core's blessing in his consciousness, triggering his impulse syndrome and putting him in a stress state, which directly catalyzed the Mutant process!"

No sooner had these words been spoken than everyone fell silent.

Little An seemed still confused, Ji Jue's lack of experience had not allowed him to react in time, but Old Zhang's brows were already furrowed, his expression growing gradually grim.

A Mutant in a precarious psychological state, using faulty medication for maintenance, a Chosen One at this stage? At such a critical time? Arriving in Cliff City? And getting involved in the Desert Market's internal strife?

It was like someone had been deliberately sent from a mental hospital into public, where just a little provocation—a word, a laugh, a loud bang, a signal—would break the last barrier.

From the moment he entered Cliff City, he had become a ticking time bomb!!!

And, what's even worse...

Ji Jue suddenly turned around, incredulous: "Someone intentionally brought him to the Secu—"

"Little Ji—"

Old Zhang interrupted him before he could finish.

At the moment of realization, Ji Jue immediately shut his mouth.

"Actually, you got it wrong."

After a brief moment of contemplation, Old Zhang slowly said, "It's not that complicated. We just happened to encounter these people in a dispute, deducing an uneven division of spoils. After enduring hardships, we killed them in their flight before they could cause more harm as desperate mercenaries. No survivors.

Other unnecessary details, let's leave them out of the report."

"Due to the severe collapse and damage on site, the bodies were almost not recovered. Bring back a couple of knives and some weapons as evidence for containment.

As for the 'other' things, if I recall correctly, the Embers also have their uses."

He looked meaningfully at Ji Jue: "Do me a favor and take them back with you. Handle them any way, as long as it's quick."

He clearly had a deep understanding of how to deal with the Embers Path. Once the materials had been processed two or three times, even the most sophisticated Ether couldn't discern their original content anymore; naturally, there was no need for further concern.

By now, having sensed so many strange and doubtful elements, anyone giving it further thought would sense that the strife within the White Deer had become more than just a simple conflict.

Or to say, it had never been an accident from the start.

The hand behind the scenes began to reveal a faint trace.

But the Security Bureau was not involved.

They could not dig any deeper, and must cut their losses in time.

The you-live-and-die quarrels of some trash did not concern them; would the Security Bureau shed a tear if Desert Market exploded tomorrow?

The pressing matter was to extricate the Northern Mountain District from this damned trouble, to shake it clean, and ensure those dirty things didn't cling on the slightest bit.

They couldn't become a fuse, not even a single spark could be left behind.

Otherwise, if anything else happened later, it's likely that Northern Mountain District could become a target for the Security Bureau's scrutiny.

The more difficult and serious the situation, the more there would be someone hoping to divert attention to something else to attract focus. Whether it's someone with a hidden agenda or those wanting to quickly rid themselves of trouble, they would show no mercy when the time came.

Then, if it came to that, Old Zhang could just retire and continue running his massage parlor, but for Wen Wen, Tong Hua, Little An, and even Ji Jue who had come to help, the troubles would be endless.

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