Care Guide to Raising a Max Level Leaf in Apocalypse - 68
Kidnapped
Ji Jiu’s gaze fell lightly on the man with the eye, “Is this the headquarters of the Blood Sect?”
It turned out that the teleportation array that day wasn’t Weixian’s ability, but belonged to the person in front of him. Weixian had another ability.
With such a convenient ability, it’s no wonder the Blood Sect’s people could freely enter other bases without getting caught.
The only ability Ji Jiu had seen that could swap people’s positions was “Exchange.” This ability didn’t require any medium or contact; it could directly teleport people. The restrictions seemed much smaller than other similar abilities within the base.
Jiang Yi pushed his heavy black-framed glasses, curled the corners of his mouth, and grinned with a hint of cruelty, “Yes, welcome to our world.”
As he expected, upon hearing the affirmative answer, Ji Jiu widened his eyes.
However, those round eyes were filled with curiosity and interest, but lacked the fear he expected.
As if he had been sent not to a terrifying cult that terrified countless human lives but to some novel and amusing place.
The dimly lit room was lavishly decorated, with a European-style bed and furniture that were quite valuable styles from the pre-apocalyptic era.
There were also some very novel things as decorations, showing that someone had put a lot of effort into this room. If it weren’t for the lack of windows and the only entrance being a large iron grille, no one would think this was a place for imprisoning people.
Ji Jiu scanned around, satisfied with his curiosity. He felt that the Blood Sect, which had been rumored to be mysterious and powerful, was nothing extraordinary. So, he shifted his gaze back to Jiang Yi, resuming his scrutiny.
Not finding Ji Jiu frightened, he himself felt uneasy under the gaze, couldn’t help but speak, “Hey, what are you looking at?”
Ji Jiu blinked, “I’m looking at where you’ve mutated.”
It was said that the bodies of the Blood Sect members were half-deformed, all being monsters half-human and half-mutants.
Jiang Yi’s face suddenly darkened. This topic clearly touched on something he didn’t like. His veins bulged, but thinking that this person was the one Weixian had designated, he barely restrained the anger in his heart, snorted, and walked away.
When the iron door closed, he turned back with a gloomy warning, “Don’t run around. The boss will come to see you soon. Oh, I forgot, this iron door is specially processed. Once you damage it, the alarm will sound. Don’t waste too much effort.”
Can’t even ask a question, so stingy.
Ji Jiu pursed his lips, directly sat on the soft and comfortable big bed, and rolled around.
Without the scent of his owner, the air was filled with a noisy smell, a mixture of human and mutant odors.
The small golden ball that belonged to his owner, which had been hiding in his arms, wasn’t teleported with him. Only the little black mist under the white robe remained, lonely and alone.
He struggled to get up from the bed, pondered seriously with a small tuft of hair on his head for ten seconds, then with a “pu-chi,” he transformed directly into his original form, a tiny grass. Cheerfully dragging his clothes, he hopped off the bed. Using the green, round little leaves, he forcefully pushed the clothes through the gap in the railing, less than five centimeters wide. He then easily passed through the railing, transformed back into human form, and put on his clothes.
Jiang Yi couldn’t have imagined that after just grabbing the person and leaving him for less than five minutes, the other party had easily escaped. The escaper even had the leisure to casually look around at his surroundings.
In a very polite manner, Ji Jiu knocked on the iron door of the adjacent room and asked, “Hello?”
There was a sound of faint iron chains rubbing against the ground from inside.
“Let me out…”
The person inside, whose appearance was already a bloody mess, suddenly rushed toward the door. However, due to the short iron chain around his neck, he was restrained, and his hands couldn’t reach the door.
After seeing the miserable state of the “neighbor,” Ji Jiu crouched down and asked, “Who did this to you?”
The person, who barely resembled a human, with ten fingers twisted, and knee joints on both feet filled with bone fragments and densely packed insect eggs, which constantly absorbed nutrients from the body and released toxins, making the person in unbearable pain, painfully uttered two words, “Jiang… Yi…”
Ji Jiu didn’t expect this human to have such a perverse side. No wonder he was so stingy.
Ji Jiu patted his legs, stood up, and waved at him, “Oh, goodbye. I’m going somewhere else.”
The person had exhausted all his strength and could only emit painful screams while looking up as Ji Jiu left.
This was an underground prison that held more than a dozen people. Except for his room, all the other rooms were ordinary single cells.
From this perspective, he didn’t look like someone who had been captured and imprisoned but rather someone who came to enjoy himself.
It wasn’t until he walked out of the prison that Ji Jiu witnessed the true face of the Blood Sect.
The cold passage was covered with a sticky, red, unidentifiable mutant. It looked like breathing red veins had invaded the entire corridor, occasionally dripping blood-red liquid. Some veins were entangled together, forming a large mass that blocked the way, with folds resembling the surface of some disgusting insect’s skin.
Ji Jiu, unfazed, lifted his foot and walked forward. He stopped when he reached a fork in the road.
Just then, several rat-like creatures rushed from the right fork, their mutated forms resembling penguins. Frightened by Ji Jiu, they halted abruptly, and the rats behind collided with each other, instantly forming a round lump on the ground, pretending to play dead.
Ji Jiu kicked one away. Watching it scream while rolling forward, he lastly rolled to the left fork.
“Aster… Aster Flower…!!!” Ji Jiu frowned. Why was it this thing again? He had already heard about this flower from many mutants.
After contemplating for a moment, he followed the rolling rat toward the left. The further he went, the more mutants he encountered, including several bizarre-looking humans – some with the upper body of a person and the lower body of a centipede, others with more than ten large tumors growing on their backs, and even one whose entire body turned blue.
Ji Jiu curiously looked around; these people were in a hurry and walked very fast.
Here, nobody is willing to pay much attention to others or generate excessive curiosity about others. It seems to be an unspoken agreement among these deformed humans. Even if they have never seen Ji Jiu, at most, they would take a quick glance and then hastily walk away.
Surprisingly, the mutants occasionally appearing in the corridor have no impact on these people.
These mutants also surprisingly do not instinctively engage in slaughter and devour these humans.
Following the Tower Devouring Civilization Law, all mutants possess an irreversible instinct to devour. Only by constantly devouring can they become stronger.
Ji Jiu’s eyes flashed with contemplation. He casually grabbed an unlucky rat-like creature and intercepted an unknown bird nesting on the red blood veins with his black mist.
He handed the curled-up rat to the three-headed strange bird.
All three heads of the strange bird were momentarily stunned, and they stiffened for a full three minutes to confirm that Ji Jiu had no intention of killing the bird. Then, they tentatively pecked at the rat.
The sharp beak had a row of shark teeth and could easily chew meat into pieces. The rat also had a tough shell, making it difficult for ordinary bullets to penetrate, except for an extremely subtle flaw at the junction.
The three bird heads quickly competed to peck at the rat. Although they shared one body, each head had its own thoughts, all wanting to be the first to devour the flesh. Therefore, the competition was particularly fierce.
Without being held firmly, the rat suddenly stretched its curled-up body, opened its mouth, and bit the middle bird head.
Before the bird in the middle could utter a scream, it was bitten off. Following that, the rat repeated the process, biting off the other two bird heads. The prey instantly became the predator.
As soon as it was released, the rat crouched on the ground and began to feast on the strange bird.
Ji Jiu shifted his gaze away; this was the mutant he was familiar with.
It seemed that they just wouldn’t attack proactively, but the instinct to devour remained imprinted in their DNA.
He left the rat behind and continued walking deeper. The rat, who thought it had escaped a calamity, wanted to run away after eating the bird. However, it was directly swallowed by the black mist that came from behind.
Winding through various twists and turns, he finally saw a large map posted on the wall. It documented the entire internal structure of the Blood Sect, and important locations were meticulously marked in red, as if afraid that people wouldn’t notice them.
Among them, Weixian’s resting room was in the central position, highly conspicuous.
Looking at the map, the entire area was interconnected by pipelines, with very few rooms. The map was affixed to these active blood veins, and judging by the freshness, it seemed to have been put up just a few days ago.
The terrain here was too complex, and there were so many blood red veins blocking the way. The appearance of this map was a lifesaver for anyone unfamiliar with this place.
Ji Jiu, however, cast a very indifferent glance at the map, with no intention of examining it closely or tearing it off to study it carefully. He continued walking forward, using the most casual method to decide which fork to take.
…
In a spacious room, the only piece of furniture was a deep red chair. Underneath the chair were countless bodies, and the winding blood red veins on the ground left almost no place to step.
Jiang Yi cautiously entered the room, skillfully avoiding these adult-arm-thick veins. When he approached the chair, he respectfully bent down and said, “Boss, I’ve brought the person to you.”
The rhythmic sound of tapping on the chair back echoed.
Weixian’s ash-gray pupils moved slightly, and his voice sounded hoarse, “He escaped.”
This seemingly random statement startled Jiang Yi, “Impossible! The alarm didn’t go off at all!”
“Hmm?”
Just a simple monosyllabic sound, and Jiang Yi immediately lowered his head to apologize, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have questioned you.”
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
Weixian was like a venomous snake, dealing with those who opposed him with extremely brutal methods. Even Jiang Yi, who had followed him for two years, dared not take it lightly.
As time passed second by second, just when Jiang Yi gritted his teeth, thinking he was about to be punished, Weixiangently spoke, “That cage can’t contain him.”
The cage had been “strengthened,” but even so, it was essentially useless in front of Ji Jiu.
Jiang Yi’s hair stood on end, suddenly understanding that this man knew from the beginning that Ji Jiu would escape.
He tried to make his voice sound steady, “Do you need me to go and capture him for you?”
A pleased laughter echoed from above, and Weixian’s right hand moved, “Capture? Do you think you can catch him?”
Jiang Yi remained silent, unable to fathom this man. However, he could sense that the man’s mood today was exceptionally good.
Weixian licked his lips discreetly, and with a frivolous tone, he said, “No need. He’ll come on his own.”