"By drawing blood samples and precisely detecting RC cell counts, this method of identification is clear and straightforward, suitable for when there are suspected targets or when sweeping a specific area."
"Even for those predators who have just awakened and do not yet exhibit mutant phenomena, the Special Search Team can rely on this key approach to preemptively discern potential threats and then systematically employ surveillance."
After hearing about the three methods of identification from the Smiling Demon, Fang Cheng roughly understood and curiously asked:
"From childhood to adulthood, have you really never been discovered as abnormal?"
The Smiling Demon with his signature smile on his face did not answer the question but casually mentioned:
"It’s not difficult to evade their vigilance. Just try to avoid getting injured and bleeding, and stay away from activities requiring blood tests."
"If a special circumstance necessitates participation, then prepare a common person’s blood sample in advance for substitution."
He slightly lifted his chin, halfway through speaking, suddenly pausing and looking at Fang Cheng with an interested gleam in his eyes:
"Now I’m quite curious, how do you plan to dodge the Special Search Team’s search after being targeted by them? You know, those hounds won’t easily let go of any trace."
Fang Cheng’s expression remained calm as he slowly replied:
"That’s not something for you to worry about. The building I live in has had its restrictions lifted, and their trail ends there, thoroughly cleaned."
The Smiling Demon appeared somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.
Shaking his head, he murmured in a low voice: "Seems like there’s no need for me to show off my skills and help you this time..."
His words carried an undertone of reluctance, as if he had missed out on an exciting scene.
"Although I haven’t troubled you this time, I am grateful for your concern and will keep it in mind."
Fang Cheng politely bowed slightly, then looked at the other party and changed the subject:
"By the way, there’s something you may not know. A few days ago, Jiang Chen and the military had a direct confrontation, exchanging fierce gunfire. In the end, he was hit by a missile and blown to smithereens."
"Are you referring to that hospital riot incident that was recently reported in the news?"
The smile on the Smiling Demon’s face immediately froze, and his gaze flashed with surprise, clearly taken aback.
However, he quickly recovered, snorting coldly:
"I had my suspicions; that incident at the hospital was orchestrated by that old ghost."
His thoughts shifted as he began to ponder, muttering to himself:
"It couldn’t be... that old ghost isn’t so easy to finish off. As long as his soul hasn’t dissipated, it’s difficult for him to die completely..."
"Perhaps he had already prepared a contingency plan, a trump card for a resurrection. Even if his newly acquired body is destroyed, he could still return by using some sort of arcane technique like consciousness transfer to switch to a new vessel."
Fang Cheng nodded, agreeing with his suspicions:
"That’s what I think too, which is why I came to give you a heads-up, so you can be prepared."
The Smiling Demon narrowed his eyes, a coldness creeping into his gaze as he continued thinking aloud:
"If the old ghost hasn’t come after me by now, he must be very weak at this moment, and he might even be possessing some ordinary person’s body."
"Unfortunately, there’s no way to locate him immediately..."
As he pondered, he suddenly looked up at Fang Cheng with a sincere expression:
"Thank you for sharing this important news with me..."
Fang Cheng’s gaze remained unchanged, with a slight smile on his lips, he replied soothingly:
"Even if we can’t find him for now, it’s alright. Given Jiang Chen’s temperament, he’ll likely take the initiative to appear and come after you. When that time comes, I’ll definitely step in to help, and we’ll work together to crush him to ashes."
The Smiling Demon nodded in thanks upon hearing this.
Fang Cheng casually smiled:
"Let’s part ways for now. Keep me informed if there’s any news."
With that said, he waved his hand nonchalantly, and as his arm was raised, his figure scattered like numerous twinkling sparks, dissipating bit by bit into the darkness of the room.
The Smiling Demon gazed at the departing shadow, frowning, still contemplating the conversation.
After a moment, he suddenly raised his eyebrow, coming to a realization.
It was Fang Cheng who had actively sought him out for help.
How had it turned out that he was the one needing Fang Cheng’s assistance?
Old Factory Street, tubular building.
In the bedroom, Fang Cheng opened his eyes, sitting cross-legged on the bed.
He did not turn on the light but continued to think in the dark.
The hustle and bustle of urban life still carried in from outside the window—a symphony unique to street life.
As if these two worlds were separated by a single window.
Perhaps having witnessed too many terrifying sights beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, Fang Cheng’s temperament had subtly evolved, developing delicate changes.
He seemed to have completely adapted to being in the dark and even began to enjoy the sensation of hiding within it.
After all, it was here that one could shed all guises and possess peace belonging solely to oneself.
"I am becoming more and more like a monster..."
Fang Cheng smiled slightly, breaking the silence in the room.
The haze in his eyes was swiftly replaced by a bright spark, flashing with confidence and determination.
Whether in darkness or light, it was his own will and fists that controlled destiny, not the pity and compassion of others.
"So, next up is to continue practicing ’Skill’ and enhance my own strength..."
Fang Cheng muttered to himself, then stood up.
With the festive season bringing numerous household tasks, it would be difficult to find uninterrupted time for training.