Chapter 80

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How, how, how could this be?

The massive, pig-like body bobbed up and down in the Xiang River like a ball. Hong Qingsong stared in disbelief at the warships that were leaking and sinking rapidly, and the large whirlpools caused by their rapid descent, dragging the system soldiers, dead or alive, to the bottom of the water.

Because of the chain explosion, that damned chain explosion, an almost unbelievable chain explosion. The entire 3,000-strong system army and five system warships were completely annihilated! This was simply, simply... too unlucky to even complain about.

Would the system-designed warships not consider the factor of chain explosions? Although it was impossible to completely prevent them due to spatial constraints, one explosion was one thing, but five ships exploding in a chain reaction... Hong Qingsong didn't know what to say.

He felt a surge of blood rush to his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out...

He wanted to vent his frustration on someone, but there was no one around except himself. He wanted to curse the heavens, but this was a game world, and he was the sky; cursing the sky would be cursing himself.

Just as he was feeling depressed and frustrated, he suddenly sensed someone approaching. He clumsily turned in the water and saw a player coming over: "Young Master, what are you standing there for? Swim, get to shore quickly."

"Our people are almost all dead. If the NPCs in the city take the opportunity to charge over, we'll be in a bind. I don't want to commit suicide, and I definitely don't want to be captured and tortured by the NPCs... It would be too embarrassing!"

Pfft, it's no big deal, seeing you panic like this. Hong Qingsong gave the player a contemptuous glance. He had a remote bomb in his brain, so he wasn't worried.

However, after thinking about what the player said, he still swam towards the shore using his system skills, despite his pig-like limbs. The player might be timid, but what he said made sense. Although he wasn't afraid, the collapse of the fleet could be seen by the entire Lingling City.

If he were captured by the NPCs, the danger would be minor, but the embarrassment would be major. Besides, when had he ever been afraid of anything? Coming here with such a fierce attitude, only to retreat in disgrace due to a mysterious explosion... It would be too embarrassing! No matter what, he had to regain his momentum and save face!

As he swam, he pondered what else he could do.

Although his body was enormous, the buoyancy in the water, combined with his system skills, allowed him to move quite quickly. It didn't take long for him to approach the shore downstream, with the East City Gate only a few hundred meters away.

He was about to get out of the water, gather the remaining forces, call for reinforcements, and continue the siege plan.

Suddenly, his feet sank, and his massive body was dragged into the water. "Gurgle..."

The river was dark, and it was the middle of the night, so Hong Qingsong could barely see anything. He only knew that someone was ambushing him from the bottom of the river.

He struggled fiercely, but the enemy was well-prepared. They used a large fishing net to cover him from head to toe, dragging him slowly towards the center of the river. The net entangled Hong Qingsong, making it difficult for him to move his hands.

Was this... an ambush? Or was it the NPCs' retaliation that he happened to encounter? Although captured, Hong Qingsong wasn't panicked. After some thought, he issued a suicide command. He didn't care about his dignity or his momentum; a thousand-gold son doesn't sit in a dangerous place!

After a series of incidents, Hong Qingsong decided to be more cautious.

But... one second, two seconds, three seconds... ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds... After issuing the command, nothing happened.

Damn it, that damned Hong Shiba, he couldn't even manage the suicide switch properly! Was he in the bathroom? Or asleep! When I get back, I'll... Hong Qingsong thought angrily, until he was dragged out of a hole by the net.

He suddenly realized why the suicide switch didn't work...

It wasn't that Hong Shiba didn't press the button; he probably did, but it didn't work.

How could this be?

Looking at the fishing net on his body, it was clear that it contained a lot of wire. But more importantly, there was an iron cage on his head.

In local dialect, it's called a "cage head," used to prevent cattle and horses from eating crops while working.

What good would a cage head do?

Of course, it was useful. The suicide bomb in his brain was triggered by radio waves. The iron cage effectively shielded a significant range of electromagnetic signals.

Was this a coincidence? Or was it premeditated? If it was a coincidence, he was incredibly unlucky tonight, as if even drinking water would get stuck in his teeth. If it was premeditated, Hong Qingsong didn't believe it.

He didn't believe that any conspiracy against him could go unnoticed within his line of sight. He had always been the one to manipulate his enemies!

It must be a coincidence! It must be!

But soon he realized it wasn't a coincidence.

The boat was an iron cage fish farm boat, with an empty middle section and an iron cage below, allowing it to float in the Xiang River and raise fish in live water. A pile of severely injured people lay haphazardly on the boat...

Seeing this, Hong Qingsong initially thought it was a rescue boat, drifting in the Xiang River to save those who had fallen into the water, and accidentally saving him.

Until the person operating the net put down the oar, dropped the anchor, and turned around, Hong Qingsong's small eyes widened. "It's, it's, it's you!" he shouted in a high-pitched voice, "How, how, how could it be? Weren't you supposed to be in the Death God Space?"

He recognized Dugu Fu.

Dugu Fu was actually quite careful, still wearing a mask. But his appearance had left a deep impression on Hong Qingsong, and he was recognized even with the mask on.

Dugu Fu didn't speak, walking to the securely bound Hong Qingsong, "Swish!" he pulled out a sharp knife, bared his teeth in a sinister smile, squatted down, and inserted the knife through the gaps in the cage, straight into Hong Qingsong's pig-like head.

His scalp was cut open, his skull split, and his brain and blood gushed out. "Aaaah~~~" Hong Qingsong screamed in panic, not because of the torture itself, but because of what it represented.

This rhythm, this direction...

"How did you know? How did you know?!" he said, blood streaming down his face.

The previous suicide was obvious, but he wasn't worried about it being exposed. After all, it was a federal secret. Who would casually dissect a brain to find the true cause of death without knowing?

Who would have thought he would encounter Dugu Fu, this oddball.

Dugu Fu didn't answer, applying some healing medicine while cutting, healing Hong Qingsong, and reaching into his brain. In no time, he pulled out a bloody, mangled object. "Tsk, this is the good thing about Celestials, surgery is so convenient."

"Aaaah, everything tonight was your doing! You entered the Death God Space, got the Death God phone, and then came out..."

"No, no, that's impossible! It's completely impossible! Who are you? Who are you?" Hong Qingsong was hysterical, trembling all over. He finally understood, he finally figured it out.

But after understanding, more doubts flooded his mind.

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