A Manual for Surviving a Weird World

Chapter 378 Years of Abundance

I'll go kill him right now.

The simple handwriting brought a long-lost sense of security. Xia Yubing put down her notebook and slumped into her chair. Her tense mind, which had been gripped by fear, relaxed at this moment, while she also felt a lingering fear.

"Is Ning Zhe being hunted down by guys like this all along?"

"Does Ning Zhe... really have a way to kill Fenwu?"

The more you understand Fenwu, the more you can appreciate the significance of being called "the person closest to the end of the path to ascension".

Xia Yubing picked up her pen, wanting to write something, but after hesitating for a moment, she gave up. She couldn't provide any useful information now, and saying more would only distract Ning Zhe.

Just as she was about to put down her pen, she suddenly noticed a new line of writing on the paper.

"..."

After reading the new content in her notebook, Xia Yubing closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and picked up her pen to write:
【I see】

Meanwhile, a champagne-colored family sedan was speeding recklessly down the road.

Fenwu gripped the steering wheel and floored the accelerator, ignoring the traffic lights and speeding across the intersection. With a blank expression, he struck and killed a food delivery driver on an electric scooter, causing chaos in the traffic as vehicles honked their horns incessantly.

It is now September 10, 2018, a little past 10 a.m., more than two hours before the midday rush hour. There are still many vehicles on the road. The previous collision has made the road chaotic. The motor vehicle lanes are quickly blocked, and there is no gap to pass through, but the sidewalks are still very spacious.

Fenwu drove the car onto the sidewalk, leaving pedestrians who couldn't avoid it to stain the champagne-colored paint red.

The piercing siren sounded from behind, but Fenwu ignored it and drove recklessly all the way, finally arriving at his destination before 11 a.m.

This is an ordinary office building located in the northwest of Taoyuan City. Its appearance is unremarkable, its location is ordinary, and there is nothing particularly eye-catching about it. Fenwu parked the car at the entrance of the office building, opened the car door, and strode inside.

As soon as she entered, two security guards surrounded her, but did not lay a hand on the girl dressed as a maid.

"Miss, do you have an appointment?"

"Please park your car in a parking space. Parking it in front of the door will obstruct other people's normal access."

Fenwu walked straight ahead without saying a word or showing any expression. The two security guards tried to persuade or stop him, but as soon as they took a step forward, their eyes suddenly dimmed, they lost their balance, and both fell to the ground.

This bizarre scene made the receptionist's eyes widen, and her face instantly turned even paler than the foundation on her neck.

The receptionist, her shoulders trembling, looked at Fenwu striding closer and stammered, "You, I... what happened? You..."

Fenwu came to the front of the stage and asked, "Who left this building before I came?"

Seeing Fenwu's indifferent expression, the receptionist's fear intensified. Normally, when people are terrified to a certain extent, their thoughts become confused and they become incoherent, making it difficult to communicate effectively. And that was indeed the case. The receptionist in front of her was so frightened that she almost cried. Her legs went weak and she slumped into the chair, her face turning deathly pale.

Even though she was terrified, she still answered Fenwu's question truthfully:
"No, no one has left this building through the main entrance all morning. If someone did, they probably used another entrance. Do you need me to check the security footage?"

"No need." Fenwu turned and left. At the same time, the receptionist behind him slumped into a chair, her eyes dim and lifeless.

The same thing happened to everyone on every floor from the first to the top. With Fenwu's departure, everyone in the office building—from department heads to cleaning ladies, from interns to electricians—died simultaneously, leaving not a single survivor. When Fenwu walked out of the building, the area was already packed with police cars, their sirens blaring. Across the street, an older policeman shouted through a megaphone, "Madam, please calm down. Your actions have caused a serious traffic accident. We..."

Before the police officer could finish speaking, the howling wind drowned out his voice. People on both sides of the street looked up and saw a military green helicopter hovering above the street, with a rope ladder being thrown down.

The helicopter's propellers whipped up a gust of wind, causing Fenwu's skirt to flutter wildly. She walked to the center of the street and grabbed the rope ladder with one hand. The helicopter immediately began to climb, taking Fenwu away from the city and leaving behind only a lifeless, desolate street.

A few minutes after Fenwu left, a man dressed in a Taoist robe hurriedly appeared downstairs at the office building.

This person wore a wide Taoist robe painted with landscapes, held a whisk in his left hand and a vajra in his right, with 108 golden nanmu beads strung together around his neck and hanging down to his chest. His long black hair was tied into a Taoist hairpin, with a silver cross stuck in it.

If Ning Zhe were here, he would recognize him at a glance; he was the young Taoist priest, Duan Geng, who had given him the music box.

Duan Geng stood on the street and looked around, but there wasn't a single living person in sight.

"I'm late," Duan Geng said solemnly. The deathly silence before him made him click his tongue in disapproval. "That old bastard Fenwu is really ruthless."

After a moment's thought, Duan Geng casually tucked the Vajra Pestle into his belt, freeing his right hand to calculate with his fingers: "The helicopter went southeast; its target is..."

"Hiss—!" Duan Geng's eyes twitched, and he gasped, "Oh no, my life is in danger!"

Seemingly having foreseen an extremely dangerous outcome, Duan Geng immediately stopped his calculations, took out his phone from his sleeve, and dialed a number.

The moment the call connected, Duan Geng shouted, "Brother Wen, it's extremely urgent! Fenwu has gone mad!"

In the underground beehive of the Yundu West Suburb Science and Technology Park.

Startled by Duan Geng's sudden shouting, Lan Shiwen rubbed his ears and looked up at Ji Bochang sitting on the bed.

"Did you hear what he said?" Lan Shiwen asked.

“I’m getting old and a bit hard of hearing, but I still heard it.” Ji Bochang picked up his office mug, took a sip of tea, and said, “This junior knew you had the speakerphone on, he did it on purpose.”

Lan Shiwen sighed and said, "Fenwu just killed a whole street of people in Taoyuan City. We all know he never does anything meaningless, so..."

“That guy named Ning Zhe was hiding on that street, or rather, he used to be,” Ji Bochang said. “Fenwu arrived there immediately and indiscriminately killed everyone present, but he was too late; Ning Zhe had already slipped away.”

“Satellite tracking shows that the helicopter Fenwu was on is leaving Taoyuan City and flying southeast. Ning Zhe is probably going in that direction as well.” Lan Shiwen looked down at his phone screen and said, “It’s a military plane that took off from a military camp in the nearby mountains. It didn’t go through any approval process and flew directly from the mountains to the city.”

Ji Bo chuckled and said, "I haven't seen Fenwu lose his composure like this in many years."

“Yes…it’s been many years.” Lan Shiwen put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, and looked up at the pure white ceiling, his eyes wandering aimlessly.

Does this mean... that guy named Ning Zhe has really touched the core rules of Fenwu and truly threatened Fenwu's life?

How did he do that?
“If I had known, I wouldn’t be here keeping you company in jail.” Ji Bochang laughed even more heartily.

When Fenwu is unhappy, he is happy.

(End of this chapter)