Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"How dare you speak like that!" Seeing his arrogant demeanor, someone immediately became angry and stood up to rebuke him:

"I saw you smoking here first thing this morning, and you're still smoking here at noon. Do you have iron lungs? Do you eat cigarettes like they're food?"

"Alright, alright," Yan Huan stopped their argument.

"Whatever, this is the main street, the smoke will dissipate quickly in the wind."

Yan Huan doesn't encourage smoking, but these people do have their own freedom.

As the man said earlier, their family was destroyed, and perhaps only tobacco and alcohol could bring them a little bit of happiness.

After handing Feng Jin a gas mask, Yan Huan continued her patrol of the residential area.

Gradually, fog rolled in.

"?"

"Holy shit, what's going on?!"

Yan Huan stared wide-eyed, looking around in surprise.

As he went deeper into the street, more and more people stood there smoking, the white smoke so thick it couldn't even dissipate.

"What are you doing? Won't you die from smoking like that?!"

Upon hearing Yan Huan's question, a bearded man noticed him and explained with a smile:

"Oh, I heard that tobacco revenue will be used to fight the Kuroshio. In order to support the fire-chasing cause, we've decided to smoke more."

"Really? Is that so?" Through the smoke, Yan Huan looked at Feng Jin, who was wearing a gas mask.

“I don’t know…” Feng Jin gently shook her little head.

She, a mere doctor, knew nothing about business or politics.

"Couldn't you find a less crowded place to smoke?" Yan Huan pointed to the passing crowd:

"Look how thick the smoke is. Even with my steel body, I wouldn't dare to put up with the same level of smoke as you guys."

"What, are you planning to use this fog to borrow arrows with straw boats?"

"Uh, Lord Yan Huan, we were smoking in a secluded place... who would know we made a contribution?"

Bearded man shrugs:

"While we support the cause of firefighting, we also need some emotional value, don't we?"

"It's really boring when you're smoking alone, with no one cheering you on..."

"When the brothers of us come together on the street, it's not only spectacular, but also solemn."

Looking at the long line of old men puffing on cigarettes, Yan Huan didn't know what to say for a moment.

If they were just smoking for fun, I could at least say a few words of criticism, but their reasons for smoking are so noble...

After thinking it over, Yan Huan also put on a gas mask.

Look again...

Seemingly seeing that Yan Huan did not punish them, some of the guys who had been hiding stepped forward and began to openly whip people.

About half an hour later.

The smog concentration in the residential area was already very high; if Feng Jin had been even a little slower, Yan Huan would have barely been able to see her.

Looking at the thick fog in front of him, even Yan Huan, the "Tiger of Trains," felt a little naive.

"What? Are we really going to create artificial smog?"

Just as he was complaining, a sudden gust of wind swept by.

"???"

"Who?"

As soon as Yan Huan turned around, she heard Bai E's roar from not far away, "Watch out—!"

In their bewilderment, a large umbrella opened, blocking Yan Huan and Feng Jin's path.

'Crash--'

The sewage splashed onto the umbrella, making a loud noise.

Bai E, bracing himself against the large black umbrella, gritted his teeth:

"I knew it! They would definitely do it again!"

"Holy crap, a hero!" Yan Huan looked at Bai E with satisfaction.

How did you know we were here?

"I don't know, but I was hit in this spot before!" Bai E looked at Yan Huan and Feng Jin.

"Quickly open up the umbrellas behind you too, watch out for a sneak attack!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Jin quickly opened her umbrella, shielding Yan Huan in the middle, and said nervously:

"Huanbao... what should we do next? I... I don't want to get involved with that kind of stuff..."

"emmmm..."

"Do you think it's possible that our shoes are already stained?"

"!!!" Feng Jin suddenly looked down.

A thin film of foam covered her body, preventing the foul-smelling, dirty water from penetrating.

"Well, I noticed the attack early on, so I was prepared."

Yan Huan, whose entire body was wrapped in a thin film, spread her hands and said smugly:

"It's just a bit of psychological attack, nothing serious, compared to when I was a kid..."

"careful!"

On the other side, hurried footsteps could be heard.

Bai E immediately turned the umbrella around upon hearing the sound, and gritted his teeth to push it up.

'Wow--'

A large amount of dirty water was splashed over, and the weight of the yellowish-brown solid-liquid mixture hit the umbrella, making it difficult for even Bai E to hold onto the handle.

"It's alright, it's okay if you get splashed," Yan Huan patted Bai E's shoulder, comforting him.

"Believe me, we are invincible."

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, brother,” Bai E said through gritted teeth, looking at him.

"But to just watch this stuff get splashed on you and do nothing about it is really strange!"

"Makes sense."

So Yan Huan put on the thermal imaging device again and began to observe the enemy's movements.

The streets were packed with people, and it was even harder to distinguish friend from foe in the smoke.

Especially those grown men, who ignored the strange smell and continued to stand there and eat to their hearts' content.

"What's going on over there?" someone asked through the smog.

"I'm not sure, maybe she had diarrhea."

"Ignore them. The more of us we smoke, the more divine punishment spears we'll have to pierce the monster's heart."

"That makes sense. I smoked eight packs today. How about you?"

"both."

"Two bags? You can't do that..."

Two.

"..."

Chapter 1423 Do Humans Like Buffets?

The Fog City, also known as the Eternal Holy City of Ohmma.

Even Dan Heng hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

"Is this the address?"

He glanced at his phone screen, then looked up at the thick smoke, momentarily bewildered.

What are you doing here?

The root of it all comes from that strange advertisement—that every cigarette will become a spear of divine retribution, piercing the enemy's heart.

Danheng investigated and found that the matter was neither entirely true nor entirely false.

After all, the spear of divine retribution, which can inflict ten thousand defeats, has nothing to do with the Liheng coin.

But the tobacco expenses will ultimately end up in Aglaia's hands.

In this reshuffling of the Senate, the Firefighting faction promoted more than just Suktiris to the position of Senate.

And the spokesperson for this tobacco company is also one of the soon-to-be elder statesmen.

The advertising was a bit over the top.

'Knock knock knock—' Dan Heng gently knocked on the wooden door.

Soon after, footsteps could be heard from inside the house.

The wooden door opened, revealing a corner, and a woman peeked out from inside.

"Um...who are you looking for?"

“I am Dan Heng, here to investigate. Yan Huan should have told you beforehand.”

"Danheng...?" The woman paused for a moment, then suddenly realized:

"Oh! It's Lord Danheng, my apologies for not recognizing you. It's foggy outside, please come in."