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At this moment, the stream no longer resembled a stream in its original sense; the water was mixed with blood and gravel, appearing more like a small mudslide. The pale yellow feet were lifted onto the shore, accompanied by the sound of dripping water. The Female Zombies did not take off their clothes but washed them while still wearing them, their damp garments clinging to their bodies, yet the Zombie forms failed to pique the interest of any male souls.
"Turn around, gentlemen," the Female Zombies shouted. Miao Chengmin and the other Zombies turned away. "Go out to the open area and soak up some sun; don’t catch a cold," Miao Chengmin said with concern.
"Oh? Hahaha..."
No one expected that these Female Zombies would actually mock Miao Chengmin.
"What’s wrong?" all the male Zombies asked in confusion.
"Do you think we still have those feelings? We’ve become Zombies!" the leading Female Zombie laughed as she spoke.
"Oh right!" Miao Chengmin slapped his forehead; they had no nerves left to feel anything—no pain, no temperature, no taste, and no smell. The human corpses were merely tools for them to manifest as three-dimensional beings. Here, all sensations were foreign because the spirits from the Divine Realm did not conform to the basic natural laws of the Dimension of the Cradle of Life.
However, Miao Chengmin still found it strange: why could he feel burning pain when competing with Virgil for Chaos Crystals? Was that sensation only conveyed through Chaos Crystals?
"Hey, you still need to wash, right?" the Female Zombie pointed to the river behind them. Everyone looked over; this small stream was just wide enough for the male Zombies to enter in four batches for cleaning.
"Those who want to go should go," Miao Chengmin called out. The male Zombies wasted no time and rushed into the river all at once, leaving only a scattered hundred or so Zombies sitting on the grass, enjoying the sunlight and the sounds of birds.
Miao Chengmin had thought about washing in the river too, but seeing so many compatriots inside made it feel too crowded. The dark mass and increasingly murky water extinguished any desire he had to join in. He simply sat down and rubbed his thighs repeatedly as if taking a bath.
"Our esteemed captain can’t even enjoy such a rare treat?"
Miao Chengmin turned his head toward the source of the voice; George smiled as he sat down next to him.
"Chinese people—oh no, souls from China think differently than you do. You might believe that those with more power should enjoy better treatment, but in our eyes, those with power should contribute resources for everyone and think of others first; that’s what we call serving the people. After all, true strength is not about displaying power but showing generosity," Miao Chengmin explained slowly before suddenly changing the subject, "Aren't you going?"
"My reason for not going is the same as yours, boss," George nodded and shrugged helplessly.
Miao Chengmin chuckled softly and turned back around. This guy actually understood him; since returning here, he thought only Tu Jiaomin could converse with him like this, but now...
Miao Chengmin's smile was abruptly wiped away by his own thoughts. He lowered his head, his eyes drifting toward distant leaves blown by the wind. Shaking his head to dispel his sadness, he looked at the city in the distance and joked, "You little rascal; don’t you love mocking me? Why are you sitting next to me with such thick skin?"
George probably wanted to roll his eyes and said, "First, I am older than you; second, I care about you for your own good because we can't afford to lose another leader; third, I'm sorry about what happened to him."
Miao Chengmin tried hard to listen but only half understood: "You should use Divine Realm language. You spoke too fast; I only caught that you're older than me..."
George chuckled and spoke in Divine Realm language: "Enough; anyway, I’m just looking out for everyone’s best interests. I promise you that I won’t betray Vanguard's will like Virgil did; I will stand by you until the very end."
The Zombies gradually returned to shore, getting acquainted with each other. George wanted to count them but found it too dark and crowded; he really couldn’t keep track and asked Miao Chengmin: "How many souls have actually arrived?"
"The plan was for 800 souls to come. Including those already scheduled but yet to arrive, there are a total of 405. The prosecutor said that due to Virgil's incident, dimensional support has been halted by King," Miao Chengmin replied. "We need to hide well now; it’s too difficult. Just look at this crowd of brothers and sisters—it gives me a headache. It’s not that they don’t listen; it’s because they do listen that it gives me a headache. Each one follows us without complaint. I feel guilty not providing them with a comfortable place to settle down, but with such a large number, where can we find enough good spots? We’re not exactly proper people."
"Hey." George smiled wryly: "Don’t put too much pressure on yourself; everything will be alright."
"Thank you." Miao Chengmin returned a smile and stood up to face the Spirit Corps.
"Rest well, brothers and sisters. We are ready to set off at any time, next stop U City! There are many mountains and few trees there, so there must be plenty of mountain caves! I will find a natural shelter to protect everyone from the wind and rain, so that we can have a life like humans for a while. I, Miao Chengmin, promise you!" Miao Chengmin declared passionately, waving his hand. The sunlight fell on his shoulders, making him appear particularly radiant. As the wind rose, his tattered clothes fluttered, pointing towards the distant foothills, as if he had returned to his former life as a human.
U City Government Area
The city's ring roads intertwined and crossed each other, with traffic flowing endlessly like the Time of the universe, never pausing. The government building stood as a symbol of U City under the clear sky, its light brown structure appearing elegant. The five-star red flag fluttered in front of the government gate, its pole reflecting sunlight. In the eyes of passersby looking up, a halo of seven colors highlighted the supremacy of the national flag. The buildings outside the government office resembled tall guards as people leisurely came and went. From the pedestrian streets on the ground to workers on every floor above, everyone continued their lives in step with winter's pace, radiating an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.
Inside the government service hall, there were almost only receptionists sitting at their desks since it was a weekday and not many clients came to handle affairs. Everyone chatted idly in their respective positions.
"Oh dear, I can't take it anymore." A female receptionist stretched lazily and leaned over her desk, burying her head in her arms as she complained to everyone, "I worked on forms until two-thirty last night and had to get up in a hurry today. But now not a single person has come to see me... What a waste of Time! I'm going to sleep."
Everyone exchanged glances and decided not to disturb her. They wished her sweet dreams one after another and began a new round of chatting.
"Hey, isn't it against work Time to sleep?" a male receptionist asked the woman's good friend.
"Oh come on, let her sleep. She was so lively chatting with me last night," the young female receptionist giggled with her hand over her mouth. "Besides, which leader would come down now? It's only nine-thirty in the morning; they're probably at home with their wives and kids."
"Ding dong."
It wasn't someone arriving in the hall; rather, it was the elevator behind them opening. A well-dressed man with a big beard stepped out, standing just over six feet tall. His deep blue eyes exuded a gentleman's unique charm. The chatter abruptly stopped as everyone quickly sat up straight like students caught by their principal during evening study hours, casually clicking open a document on their computer screens as if they were working.
"What should we do?" The young female receptionist watched as this man approached her friend—her bonus for this month was likely going down the drain.
"Mayor..." she weakly pleaded with the man, who responded with a "shh" gesture as he walked closer.
However, contrary to everyone's expectations and amidst their discreet glances, the Mayor simply walked past her as if his target was that old Uncle over there whose clothes were particularly eye-catching due to being covered in dirt. The female receptionist felt confused; if she remembered correctly, it was she who had been sleeping at her desk and received criticism from the manager for it, leading to this new rule against sleeping at work.
She glanced at her colleagues and found them all looking at her, causing her heart to feel like it was being burned by boiling oil. She lowered her head, her face flushing red.
"Excuse me, are you here to see the Mayor?" The Mayor asked as he approached the old Uncle.
"Yes! I'm here to inquire about my son's whereabouts," the old Uncle said hurriedly as he fumbled through his bag for a photo.
The Mayor patiently waited beside him but wore a forced smile—this old man was not visiting for the first time asking about his son’s whereabouts. Most importantly, Tan Ronggao (the Mayor) didn't know how to explain to this peculiar old man that he was forgetful because every time he explained things well enough, just days later he would return asking the same question about his son's disappearance; yet he seemed not forgetful at all since he remembered that his son was missing and would regularly come to U City's government seeking help.
Tan Ronggao felt pity for this elderly man; he suspected that his child's disappearance had driven him somewhat mad. Watching his citizen suffer like this made Tan Ronggao's heart heavy beyond description; U City's population already ranked among the lowest in mental health nationwide—if there were no improvements when checked by superiors, he would be forced out of office. This old man had called about seven or eight hotline numbers early yesterday morning; it had been similar in previous days too—receptionists were already annoyed by him. Tan Ronggao decided to personally address this "somewhat famous" old man’s issue because this incident had become quite significant and bizarre; as Mayor, he had no choice but to intervene directly.
"Let's go into my office where it's more private," Mayor Tan Long said while leading the old man toward the elevator and casually patting the sleeping receptionist on his way out.
"The situation is like this, Uncle: your son is still temporarily missing; search and rescue teams have been working continuously for 48 hours now. We believe there will be new information in the next day or two. Don't worry; your son will definitely be fine," Tan Ronggao repeated what he had told this old Uncle yesterday. He knew very well that actually, the golden period for rescue had long passed; he couldn't bear to tell him that harsh truth.
"Oh really?" The old Uncle's hopeful gaze was shattered instantly; his trembling hands fell down as tears shimmered in his eyes.
"We only have this one son..." It was clear that the old Uncle was trying very hard to control his emotions; his voice trembled with sorrow typical of an elderly person.
"Don't worry, Uncle, with technology being so advanced now, we will definitely find him..."
"Ding ding ding..."
The ringing phone startled Mayor Tan, and he suddenly remembered something. He looked down at the time and answered the call. It was indeed a familiar voice.
"Mayor Tan, we have arrived."
Mayor Tan's body felt cold, but his previously icy face began to shine with warmth.
"Uncle, I have good news for you." Mayor Tan hung up the phone and said confidently, "We will soon have an explanation about your son's whereabouts."
Ten minutes later, a helicopter slowly landed on the rooftop of the city hall, creating a massive gust of wind that nearly blew off Mayor Tan's hat. His secretary was caught in the wind, her clothes flapping wildly as she tried to shield her hair with her hands, looking both flustered and adorable.
The door of the helicopter opened, and General Jiang stepped out wearing sunglasses. Lu Sha and Jiao An followed closely behind him.
"Mayor Tan," General Jiang approached and shook hands. Jiao An and Lu Sha stood on either side.
"Your secretary?"
"No, they are both The Celestial Warriors," General Jiang replied.
"Ah!" Tan Ronggao instantly became respectful and stepped forward to shake hands with them. Jiao An smiled and extended her hand, but when it came to Lu Sha, she was so excited as if she were meeting her idol; her hand waved around erratically while she grinned widely, gripping Mayor Tan's hand tightly.
"Uh, um..." Mayor Tan glanced at Lu Sha's hand.
"Oh! I'm sorry." Lu Sha quickly released her grip.
"Let me introduce you. This is my classmate from West Point Military Academy, Tan Ronggao," General Jiang said. "His other identity is Prophet; like me, he bears a significant responsibility for guarding the secrets of Earth. He knows about your existence as The Celestial Warriors but has limited knowledge due to his government position. Today is his first time meeting you."
Mayor Tan nodded while questioning, "Just the two of you?"
"There are two more still flying in the sky," Lu Sha laughed. Jiao An elbowed her lightly, causing Lu Sha to turn and quickly wipe the smile off her face.
"In the sky?" Mayor Tan looked up at the sky.
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