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Chapter 559 - 149: Harvest and Follow-up_2

Chapter 559: Chapter 149: Harvest and Follow-up_2

Under the intense desire to survive, some people had begun to try wriggling their bodies, attempting to crawl towards the window to consider escaping by jumping out.

But could any of them match Xu Shu’s speed?

The fastest person had moved only five centimeters when Xu Shu’s knife had already neared a little boy, plunging in.

"No! Don’t do this!"

Next to him was the boy’s mother, her agony from the loss of her child made her eyes split open as she wailed incoherently, tears streaming down.

But it was to no avail.

Xu Shu’s knife neared the little boy’s neck.

Click!

A slice severed the rope.

The little boy was freed, and his mother stood frozen, not having the time to contemplate further before Xu Shu swiftly cut the rope binding her as well.

These human traffickers, the methods they employed in kidnapping showed great skill. The "Turtle Shell Binding" was surprisingly flexible, seemingly impossible to break free from, but as long as the specific spot behind the neck was cut, the entire binding rope would automatically come undone, which was quite miraculous.

Xu Shu, marveling in his head, didn’t stop his hands, and after a few minutes of tough fighting, he had cut the ropes of everyone on the ground, liberating them all.

After doing all this, Xu Shu clapped his hands and pointed to his face behind the mask, asking, "Can everyone remember my face?"

"We can’t see it, remember it, or recognize it." The crowd cooperated very well, shaking their heads.

"Good."

Xu Shu nodded, then said, "You all see, the Cao Gang and the Heroic Society colluded, wishing to sacrifice everyone to the Evil God, the absolute bastards! Fortunately, I intervened in time to save you..."

The crowd was invigorated, and under the leadership of a few extremely astute leaders, they prostrated one by one on the ground, shouting in unison, "Thank you, sir, for saving our lives!"

Xu Shu waved his hands, speaking very generously, "Ah, no need to be so polite. Saving a life is merely more meritorious than constructing a seven-level pagoda, it’s just a minor thing for me."

"Ah? This..."

The crowd exchanged looks, unclear about what the masked young man meant.

He emphasized that saving a life was more meritorious than creating a seven-level pagoda—could it be hinting that we should give something in return?

But then Xu Shu said further, "I’m used to being idle, I like to do good deeds anonymously, but there’s no wall in the world that doesn’t leak air, so if someone asks you one day, just tell them, the savior, Li..."

Xu Shu paused, then corrected himself, "The savior, Wang Teng! Wang, supreme among tens of thousands, and Teng, skyrocketing!"

Now they understood. Correct content is on

"We understand!"

"Thank you, Mr. Wang Teng, for saving our lives!"

The crowd was bewildered for a moment, finding Mr. Xu’s words odd and largely contradictory.

However, this did not prevent them from loudly chanting the name of Wang Teng, praising his merit in saving lives.

Brown-nosing and opportunism were instincts etched in the genes of the Wasteland Wanderers, as they came as naturally as breathing.

In fact, Xu Shu originally wanted to say he was Li Fengtian, but after careful consideration, he didn’t want all the benefits to go to Li Fengtian. What if the fame reached King Yan and he decided to reward Li Fengtian with a good rebirth in the next life?

Of course, that wasn’t important. What mattered was that quite a few people already knew about Li Fengtian using the face of Xu Shu.

Therefore, after repeated consideration, Xu Shu decided to use a new name instead.

This way, it would be impossible for anyone to trace him through the clues.

Of course, after this sacrifice was completed, whether or not they’d have "Teng" to seek out was another matter; Xu Shu was merely ensuring the risk was minimized.

After seeing the people express their gratitude, Xu Shu was quite satisfied. He turned and leaped down from the building, casually throwing back a little girl who was hanging mid-air.

Having done this, Xu Shu felt that he indeed was a good person, it was just a pity that Lie Zhenzi was blind to it, forever focusing only on merits and not on the virtue.

If it came down to virtue, he had earned at least 560 levels of pagodas this time.

Then, he stealthily avoided other people’s eyes, went into the building next door to fuss around for a while to clean his clothes, then took a wide detour through the ruins behind the buildings before sneaking back into the room through a window.

It was still early, a few hours before dawn, and he couldn’t fall back asleep, so Xu Shu simply took a hot shower, his mind replaying the day’s events over and over.

Today, he had created the Yin God Seal, the basic primary material he would need when he advanced to the Third Rank—a good thing.

But there was one thing Xu Shu just couldn’t figure out.

What was the Heroic Society, this cultic organization, really about?

Why were they capturing live humans from the Wasteland and bringing them into the safety zone?

The Supervision Bureau was very harsh on these illegal Esoteric believers, showing no mercy, executing on the spot without debate.

On the Wasteland, limited by manpower and resources, the intensity of the crackdown would be significantly reduced, giving these cults a slight chance to barely survive.

That’s why Xu Shu often encountered Esoteric believers in the Wasteland, and it didn’t seem very odd—they preferred to develop bases there.

But what was this operation of "smuggling" people into the city? Weren’t they heading into the lion’s den—creating trouble where there was none?

Even if they thought the conditions in the city were better and the opportunities bigger, and wanted to spread their teachings there, shouldn’t it have been just one or two powerful believers sneaking in, avoiding the Supervision Bureau’s notice, and secretly spreading their teachings among the civilians?