"He should go back to find Chen Yan." The yellow sedan moved forward on the gravel road, with Chen Ling sitting in the car, his face extremely serious.

He didn't know which link went wrong, causing Han Meng to suspect him so quickly, even willing to pay out of his own pocket to send him away and question Chen Yan alone.

But the problem was, all his routes were blocked now.

Even if he went back to find Chen Yan, not to mention whether he could arrive home faster than the enforcers, once he left the yellow sedan, Han Meng would soon know, and then it would be difficult to clear his suspicion.

Next, it would depend on how Chen Yan handled it...

However, Chen Ling had already made up his mind.

Once his identity was exposed, he would escape directly from District Two, after all, it would take time for Han Meng to rush over from District Three.

As for Chen Yan, he was an ordinary person, unaware of his identity as an integrator, and he didn't even know what an integrator was...

Even if something happened to him, he wouldn't be implicated.

"Brother, you said you have no money." The man pulling the cart turned around and said, "Even Han Meng, the enforcer, reimbursed your travel expenses.

Your identity is not simple.”

“Hehe, indeed not simple." The image of Han Meng appeared in Chen Ling's mind, feeling a surge of anger in his chest, then asked, "How much longer?”

“Almost there, probably another ten minutes.”

“No need to hurry, go around this street a few more times.”

“...Huh?”

“Just run if I tell you to run, anyway, he pays based on the kilometers you run." Chen Ling sneered, "He has a lot of money, right? I'll spend it for him...”

“So, so I really ran?”

“Run to where there are many people, let people see you, so he can't deny the bill.”

“Got it!" The man pulled Chen Ling like this, running around the busiest street in District Two more than ten times.

It was clear that the man was very excited, as just the extra distance he ran was enough for him to have clients for two or three days.

When Chen Ling got off the cart, the man's mouth was stretched to his ears, wishing he could bow down to this god of wealth on the spot.

Since he was the only one "forced to leave," Wu Youdong would take a few more hours to arrive, so Chen Ling had to go to Ice Spring Street alone and meet up with the enforcers patrolling there in District Two.

As soon as he arrived at Ice Spring Street, Chen Ling frowned.

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The yellow caution tape almost sealed off the entire street, with a lingering smell of blood in the air.

The low, dilapidated buildings on both sides were empty, with no one in sight, only a few crimson bloodstains splattered on the white walls, a chilling sight.

Chen Ling bent down and crossed the caution tape, stepping on broken stones as if a ferocious beast had appeared here, slaughtering the entire street.

"This is..." Chen Ling's eyes showed confusion.

In the distance, several figures in black and red uniforms were moving among the ruins.

When they saw Chen Ling stepping into the caution tape, they walked straight towards him.

"Are you the reserve from District Three? Why are you here so early?" Chen Ling handed over his deployment order, pushing all the blame onto Han Meng, saying he asked him to leave as soon as possible.

The enforcer nodded, "It's good that you came early, we happen to be short of manpower...

I'm Qian Fan, currently in charge of Ice Spring Street as the enforcer, you'll be working with me for the next two days.”

“Okay." Chen Ling paused, "Fan, what exactly happened here?”

“Haven't you heard?" Qian Fan asked in surprise, "The night before last...

that is, the day of the convergence of the Gray Realm, a disaster ran into District Two and killed half the street." Chen Ling was stunned, "The night before last?”

“Yes." Qian Fan nodded, "Didn't your enforcer Ma Zhong from District Three tell you? This time, during the convergence of the Gray Realm, it's very likely that two disasters emerged...

one Level Five, one Level Three." The one that appeared in your three districts was only level five, but it seems to have weak destructive power and caused very few casualties...

The level three in our second district, although not high in level, has a strong killing intent...” Hearing this, Chen Ling's brain couldn't keep up.

He always thought that the only disaster that came out of the gray realm was the one in his mind...

But now another one appeared? "What about that level three? Was it caught?”

“If it was caught, why do we need so many people here?" Qian Fan sighed, "After killing people, that disaster disappeared...

But law enforcers witnessed its departure direction, it should have gone to the back mountain." Back mountain...

Chen Ling remembered that the back mountain was between the second and third districts.

"You said these two disasters are strange...

Usually, after a disaster causes a big commotion, it will be caught soon, partly because of its large size, and partly because they can't control their urge to continue killing...

But this time, the two disasters disappeared at the same time, as if they evaporated from the earth!" Chen Ling's heart moved, and he casually asked, "I heard that there are people called...

fusionists?”

“Fusionists..." Qian Fan shook his head, "Do you think it's easy for disasters to fuse with humans? To fuse with a disaster and survive, you must meet three conditions...

First, you must ensure that the disaster does not kill you, just this one condition is enough to eliminate 99% of disasters, after all, most disasters lack self-control.

You can say that you first bring it to the brink of death, but the next problem is that you must ensure that your physique is compatible with it...

This is unpredictable.

A human and a disaster are not the same species.

The chances of the two fitting together are as slim as picking up a stone and finding that the natural pattern on the stone happens to be your name.

Even if you are really lucky and meet the first two conditions, you must also ensure that you will not be tormented to madness by the other party's will after fusing with the disaster...

As far as I know, most fusionists are lunatics and don't live for more than a few years." Chen Ling asked, "So, according to you, the probability of fusionists appearing is close to zero?”

“That's right." Qian Fan nodded, "But I heard that some fusionists are already researching methods to increase the success rate of fusion...

I don't know the specifics of how far they have progressed." Originally, Chen Ling always thought he was a fusionist, but after hearing Qian Fan's description, he felt something was off...

His connection with the "audience" was entirely based on the theater, and there seemed to be no fusion process as he described...

Although these "audiences" did occasionally drive him crazy.

At the same time, a thought flashed through Chen Ling's mind.

Since he didn't count as a fusionist...

Is it possible that he could also master a...

divine communication path of his own?