Chapter 10: Speaking Honestly

After Zhao Zhanlei left, Ji Xun immediately returned to his room and gathered the remaining incense and ropes into a trash bag. He had to “destroy the evidence.”

He couldn’t dispose of them too close by; otherwise, his “incense-burning ritual” face would have to be shown several more times.

Ji Xun grabbed a small shovel and quietly slipped downstairs, heading east about four to five hundred meters.

Most of the residents in the government compound were guide sentinels. Some had weaker spiritual power, so their protective barriers were smaller and thinner; stepping outside might immediately expose the scent.

Ji Xun kept walking farther and farther, looking around, until he finally found a suitable spot.

There was a medium-sized crescent-shaped pond, with a row of willow trees planted beside it.

Ji Xun crouched down and dug a hole next to the tree, painstakingly digging about half a meter deep. He placed the bag inside and then covered it with soil.

After filling the hole, Ji Xun didn’t stand up immediately.

The compound was quiet at night; everyone went to bed early.

He could hear the night breeze rustling through the willow branches.

He pursed his lips, resting his face on his hand, seriously pondering the matter of Fu Shuxing.

If you asked him to forgive that bastard Fu Shuxing, it was absolutely impossible!

But what if Fu Shuxing accidentally died in battle this time?

Fu Shuxing was competitive and arrogant, always looking down on others as insignificant.

But the battlefield was swarming with bloodthirsty, ruthless insectoid invaders!

When Ji Xun was seven or eight, he once saw a male and female praying mantis specimen at the museum.

Just their two huge sickle-like claws were longer than a person!

The serrated edges could cut through iron like butter.

Their glaring red eyes were as big as basketballs!

The guide explained that mantis-insectoid species were fierce fighters—able to fly and launch surprise attacks. Their sickle claws could stab and slash; they were extremely dangerous.

That night, Ji Xun developed a fear of insects and was terrified of any bug he saw.

Once, a hard-shelled black flying insect entered his house, bumping against the lamp repeatedly, knocking pieces down chaotically. He was so scared he ran, screaming for his father.

Before his father even appeared, Fu Shuxing had already run out of the house and caught the insect for him.

When his father arrived and saw the tiny bug in Fu Shuxing’s palm, he was speechless and left.

Ji Xun then asked Fu Shuxing if it was shameful for a boy to be afraid of bugs.

Fu Shuxing said no.

Ji Xun wiped his tears and sadly said that so many insectoids were trying to invade their world, and if they succeeded, bugs would be everywhere, and fear would be unavoidable.

Fu Shuxing said not to be afraid, that he would drive them all away and kill them.

“Then kill this one first, Brother Xing. I think it must be a spy sent by the insectoids!”

“Alright.” Fu Shuxing grabbed a stone and smashed the bug to death.

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