"Damn it, Zhao Ge, you're being a bit too miserable, aren't you? You're going at a pace that's going to get yourself killed!"

  Xiong Zhiqi arrived at Zhao Zhu's side, saw Zhao Zhu who was almost paralyzed and turned into a muddy ball, and clicked his tongue in surprise. He knew that Zhao Zhu had exhausted himself to the point of extreme fatigue, and if he went any further, he would directly collapse.

  So Zhao Zhu is now unable to respond to Xiong Zhiqi, he has no strength to speak.

  Xiong Zhiqi pulled out a wallet from his pocket, which had a hidden compartment containing some pills and syringes. He first took out a green pill and stuffed it into Zhao Zhu's mouth, then took out a syringe and injected the medicine into Zhao Zhu's arm. Only after that did he use both hands to lift up Zhao Zhu's body and carry him on his back.

  "Zhao Ge, you should be fine if you hold on, although you might end up with a disability... but it's not a big deal, after all, it's just a temporary disability until the next task world arrives," Xiong Zhiqi said, "Let's wait for the precision worm to collect that little girl and then we'll leave."

  Zhao Zhu's eyes were closed at this time, as if he had fainted, or was asleep.

  ……

  On a rainy day, West Lake is shrouded in mist: the lake's surface is covered with a thin layer of silver, and the mountain peaks are veiled as if with a gauze, swaying gently in the wind, utterly enchanting.

  On the edge of Rain Curtain Lake, a young man sat in a wheelchair. Behind him stood a woman wearing a pale blue work uniform, holding an umbrella for him. The man was telling jokes that were apparently very funny, as the woman couldn't stop laughing. Her already prominent chest heaved with each peal of laughter, shaking more and more violently as she bent forward.

  Although Zhao Zhu was watching this scene, he also felt a bit dry mouth and tongue, and at the same time, he couldn't help but admire Fan Pian for being thoughtful and deliberately choosing this charming tea house waitress to take care of his accommodation.

  The woman's name is Chen Xinru, a local of Hangzhou, 26 years old this year. She has already found her partner and plans to get married at the end of the year.

  She was initially very resentful of the job her boss had arranged for her to take care of a patient, but after meeting Zhao Zhu, this resentment basically disappeared. Zhao Zhu's humor and demeanor were far beyond what her fiancé could match, and it could be said that the two were completely different. Moreover, Zhao Zhu also gave her 10,000 yuan as a nursing fee, which was considered a small tip. Chen Xinru's impression of Zhao Zhu became even better, and she was grateful to have the opportunity to get this job. Except for pushing Zhao Zhu out for a walk, he wouldn't bother her with other nursing tasks or make her serve him in his daily life.

  Of course, she was unclear that Zhao Zhuo, even if he had a physical disability, but with his intentional use of his willpower, he could still take care of himself and live without any problems, and it was even easier than ordinary people.

  "What a pity! Such a young and handsome man, yet he has to sit in a wheelchair." Chen Xinru thought to herself as she looked at Zhao Zhuo sitting in his wheelchair.

  At the same time, her hands involuntarily stretched out and rested on Zhao Zhu's shoulders. This wasn't to say that Chen Xinru was trying to seduce Zhao Zhu; perhaps it was just a woman's instinctual desire to comfort a man.

  Feeling the temperature on his shoulder, Zhao Zhu also naturally stretched out his hand and patted Chen Xinru's palm. Although Chen Xinru did have a way of attracting men, Zhao Zhu didn't have too many thoughts about it, especially with his current body, which was really paralyzed in fifty percent of it. Was he supposed to use his mind to control himself to do that kind of thing? That would be...too unromantic and too animalistic.

  At the same time, not far away, Xiong Zhiqi and Zhu Jianping who were also strolling around West Lake saw that scene. Zhu Jianping had a roasted sausage in his mouth, and upon seeing this, he couldn't help but shake his head and say:

  "The second generation is just the second generation, even if they're in a wheelchair, they won't delay picking up girls. In fact, it can even evoke sympathy from the girl, which is a bonus. I could feel that woman's heart was full of pity for him. Tsk tsk, I reckon Zhao Dashi will be able to get intimate with this girl and have some close physical contact if he wants to."

  "Are you jealous?" Xiong Zhiqi said with a pancake in his mouth, "Even if Zhao Ge is disabled and sits in a wheelchair, he's still a tall, rich and handsome guy. Even if you have two good legs and don't sit in a wheelchair... you're still short, poor and ugly."

  "Dead fatty eating your pancake, you don't speak and nobody takes you as a mute." Zhu Jianping was very angry because he found that Xiong Zhiqi had actually guessed his inner thoughts, and the dead fatty didn't have the spirit to do so, which also meant that his own sour taste of eating vinegar was already quite obvious.

  "Cut it out, you don't need to use your spiritual power to pick up girls. When have you ever seen Zhao Ge use special abilities to pick up chicks? He picks up girls as easily as drinking water or eating food."

  "Fat boy, if you keep nagging me, I'll put you to sleep and make you run naked on the Suzhou Embankment."

  "Do you believe I can slap your crotch with one palm?"

  “……”

  Zhu Jianping and Xiong Zhiqi, the two jokers, were up to something, but Zhao Zhuo didn't have the energy to pay attention. It had been almost a month since the battle at the parking lot, and every day, Zhao Zhuo was confined to his wheelchair, living a life that seemed simple on the surface but was actually not easy at all.

  "The rain has stopped, let's take a walk."

  "Good." Chen Xinru replied, putting away the umbrella and continuing to push Zhao Zhu's wheelchair for a stroll along West Lake.

  "Where should we hold our wedding? At a hotel or at home?"

  "The boss told me to have it in the teahouse and wouldn't take my money, but I still feel a bit embarrassed."

  "Hehe, your boss Fan is quite a good person."

  "It's really good, and the treatment of our employees is also very good. However, he has been keeping a low profile lately, and nobody can see him on ordinary days. I don't know what he's busy with."

  Zhao Zhu naturally knew what was going on, Fan Pian was busy in the laboratory smelting the secret silver, he himself didn't feel tired, but rather extremely happy.

  After half an hour, Zhao Zhu looked up at the sky and said:

  "Alright, it's getting late, push me back."

  "Uh-huh."

  ……

  Back in the tea house, Zhao Zhu didn't rush to have dinner, but instead pushed his wheelchair into the underground room of the tea house. Inside the underground room, there was another hidden underground room, which was divided into several independent rooms. One of them was Fan Pian's laboratory, but Zhao Zhu came down not to find Fan Pian, and Fan Pian didn't like being disturbed when he worked in his lab either. Zhao Zhu directly pushed his wheelchair into the room next to the laboratory.

  "Slap"

  The lamp was turned on, and the room's interior was very simple, with a hint of coldness and bloodiness.

  A girl, with iron chains piercing her body, nailed to the wall. Next to the girl, several soul-scorching incense sticks were burning, constantly weakening her physical and mental strength. However, even so, when the lamp lit up, the girl quickly opened her eyes, her eyes had deep fatigue, but still had a hint of determination.

  "Zhao Zhu, why... didn't you just kill me directly."

  Chen Fei asked weakly, her wound had been worsening all along but not fatal, making her endure this inhuman torture every day.

  "You're worthless if you're dead. Just like when I saved you in Jurassic Park, I could have killed you then too, didn't I?"

  Zhao Zhu did not continue pushing the wheelchair forward, because there was a small boundary in front of him. The medicinal power of the Soul-Confusing Incense was trapped inside that boundary, and Zhao Zhu certainly didn't want to inhale a mouthful of bewildering smoke.

  Mind force propels, a knife and a glass bottle automatically fly up.

  A sharp knife pierced Chen Fei's skin, and the cat demon blood inside Chen Fei began to flow out, which was caught by a bottle. After half a bottle was filled, the knife flew back on its own to a distant place, and the bottle containing the cat demon blood flew back in front of Zhao Zhu.

  There were many wounds like this on Chen Fei's body, obviously, Zhao Zhu had taken blood from Chen Fei more than once. In fact, for the past half month, Zhao Zhu would come here every night to extract blood from Chen Fei.

  "You took my blood... what exactly did you plan on doing with it."

  Chen Fei became visibly weaker after having blood drawn.

  "You don't need to know about this, see you tomorrow, goodnight, dear."

  Zhao Zhu finished speaking, and the wheelchair was pushed out of the room by his willpower, and then left the basement. After that, he even left the teahouse, alone, pushing the wheelchair to the West Lake shore.

  The blood in the bottle was poured into the West Lake water in front of him by Zhao Zhu, and soon a circle of red blood began to gather nearby, and then converged on one place. A white snake raised its head from the water, opened its mouth, and sucked that ball of fresh blood into its body.

  "It's also thanks to her demonic blood, otherwise I reckon we would never have seen you again."