Chapter 96

At this moment, it was already night, the moonlight was bright, and it was sprinkled on the surface of West Lake.

The body of the white snake rolled in the water, like a white silk ribbon falling into the lake, the ripples shimmering.

After a while, it seemed that the white snake had digested the demon blood, and it swam out of the lake, onto the shore, and then climbed onto the wheelchair, onto Zhao Zhu's body, with its head resting on Zhao Zhu's shoulder and its body coiled around him.

From a distance, it looked as if a young man in a wheelchair was wrapped in a silver scarf, a very beautiful scarf.

Zhao Zhu closed his eyes, at this moment, he could feel the minty coolness emanating from the white snake seeping into his spiritual sea, a feeling that was very comfortable and refreshing, like a thirsty person suddenly encountering a waterfall.

Moreover, while his spiritual energy intertwined with the white snake's, Zhao Zhu could vaguely see some memory scenes from the white spiritual imprint. The scenes were very blurry and unclear, as if the white snake had not lived its days as days, its existence was solely for cultivation, completely oblivious to the changes around it.

However, one scene was the clearest. In that scene, a hand reached into the bottom of West Lake, grabbed the white snake, and then threw it back into the water. Even the finest palm lines of that hand seemed to reveal profound mysteries, and looking at it closely could make one's spiritual sea tremble.

After a quarter of an hour, Zhao Zhu had absorbed the amount for the night. The white snake had accumulated a lot of spiritual energy, but Zhao Zhu could not absorb too much, otherwise, it would burst his spiritual sea, just like a person, no matter how thirsty, could not drink an entire waterfall in one breath.

"Otherwise, why don't you follow me from now on?"

Zhao Zhu reached out and touched the white snake. The white snake's body was icy cold, and it felt like a high-quality frozen silk.

The white snake emitted a chill, a kind of killing intent, an attitude, and a disdain, a decisive response to Zhao Zhu's words and proposal.

The white snake was not foolish or stupid. Although it lived a muddled life, its intelligence was not low. It naturally knew the reason why Zhao Zhu wanted to keep it by his side: to have an extra weight, an extra means, or even an extra scapegoat in case of danger in the future. Therefore, the white snake was not at all interested in the proposal. The white snake was intelligent and had a sense of what kind of person Zhao Zhu was. In the white snake's view, although Zhao Zhu's blood was cold, his heart was as cold as a cold-blooded animal.

Zhao Zhu was not embarrassed by this. Since he could not force it, he would not force it. Anyway, he had already gained enough from the white snake. Originally, he only had G-level spiritual energy, but by absorbing the white snake's spiritual energy, he had already elevated his spiritual energy to the peak of F-level, just a step away from breaking through to the next level. Perhaps another night would be enough to break through. Additionally, Zhao Zhu had exchanged for two low-level spiritual energy skills, greatly enhancing his control over spiritual energy.

Therefore, although he had been in a wheelchair for a month, Zhao Zhu's strength had actually continued to rise, and the momentum of his rise was very strong.

The white snake left Zhao Zhu and returned to West Lake. Zhao Zhu sat by the lake for a while, then pushed his wheelchair back to the teahouse. He returned to his room, washed up, and lay down on the bed. At this moment, Zhao Zhu suddenly felt a panic, making it hard to breathe, but this feeling disappeared after about ten seconds.

Zhao Zhu naturally knew what had happened. He picked up his phone from the bedside table, opened the group message, and indeed, his new mission had arrived.

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Horror Web Novel World: "The Necromancer School"

Horror World Attribute: Death Struggle!

Horror Main Mission: Survive for 24 hours! Complete the mission to receive 1000 points and 1 G-level plot!

Horror Side Mission: Kill one necromancer to receive 1000 points and 1 G-level plot!

Number of Participants: 15!

Participants: ...

...

The more missions a person had completed, the longer the gap between missions. So, while Xiong Zhiqi and Zhu Jianping had not yet encountered their next mission, Zhao Zhu had already waited for his fourth horror web novel mission. This time, the preparation time before entering the mission was much shorter than usual, usually a week, but this time only two days, or 48 hours.

The next morning, when Zhao Zhu got up to have breakfast, he found Zhu Jianping, Xiong Zhiqi, and Fan Pian waiting there. All three were eating their breakfast. Zhao Zhu naturally knew the reason they had gathered in the morning. So, when he pushed his wheelchair to the table, he smiled and said:

"What, a farewell party? It's just a mission world, what's the big deal, it's not like I haven't been in one before."

"This time it's a group mission, with a very high death rate. Out of 15 people, only three or four are likely to return, or even all might be wiped out. If it were the fatso, I wouldn't worry, he has great luck and has survived all five group missions since joining the group. You're different; this is your first group mission." Zhu Jianping said while eating a fried dough stick.

"No problem, in the last Qing Dynasty Dragon Vein mission, everyone else died, but I survived." Zhao Zhu said.

"Brother Zhao, for group missions, I have one piece of advice: be as low-key as possible, let everyone think you're a fool. Reveal your trump card at the last moment." Xiong Zhiqi began to share his experience.

"Fatso, is your method suitable for Brother Zhao? Brother Zhao is the kind of person who wants to pursue style. You want him to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger?" Zhu Jianping shook his head and sighed, the sarcasm was very obvious.

"Surviving is the top priority. Look, there are very few people in the group who have survived more than five missions. People keep joining, but the group size remains fixed because many people die."

Xiong Zhiqi swallowed a soup bun and took a sip of soy milk, his fat face full of comfort and ease. The breakfast at the teahouse was made by their own pastry chef, naturally very delicate and delicious. During the month they stayed here, Zhu Jianping and Xiong Zhiqi were very satisfied with the food. If they were in Shenzhen, they would probably just order takeout every day.

"Right, I know, surviving is the only goal." Zhao Zhu nodded.

"Zhao Zhu, be careful. I think it will be my turn when you come back." Fan Pian said, "I'm waiting for you to come back alive to encourage me for the next mission."

"No problem."

"By the way, what about that woman?" Zhu Jianping asked.

"Don't deal with her for now, keep her locked up, and we'll talk about it when I come back. But before she enters the next mission, kill her to eliminate any future trouble."

"Ha, that's right. No matter how you deal with her now, you must not let the group leader bring her into the mission world. When the group leader sends people back, not only does he completely heal their injuries, but he also places them in an absolutely safe environment." Zhu Jianping said.

Zhao Zhu was very calm about dealing with Chen Fei, and he would never let a tiger return to the mountain.

That night, Zhao Zhu took some more blood from Chen Fei and went to the West Lake. When Zhao Zhu poured the demon blood into the lake, the white snake arrived as expected, drank the demon blood, and then climbed onto Zhao Zhu's body. This time, Zhao Zhu absorbed more aggressively, with a stronger purpose. The thin layer that was about to break was finally penetrated under Zhao Zhu's determined push.

Zhao Zhu's eyes became deeper and purer, and his entire demeanor seemed to have been elevated. Even the white snake sensed Zhao Zhu's change, but it did not stay longer and returned to the lake.

Feeling the upgraded spiritual energy, Zhao Zhu was filled with confidence. This way, his chances of surviving the next horror world were much greater. Zhao Zhu raised his hand, and a curtain of rain appeared in front of him, with some lake water floating into the air and then falling in an orderly manner.

The distant tourists thought the music fountain show at West Lake had started early and hurriedly took out their phones to take photos, not noticing the young man in the wheelchair by the willow tree.

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