Chapter 3: Degenerated

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There were quite a few hospital beds in the not-so-spacious hospital room. Patients squeezed together with their family members as they discussed their daily lives – whose family's son was disappointing, whose family's daughter was unwilling to marry, whose family's son got into a good university...

Fu Li sat on a hospital bed crunching on an apple in his hand. Zhao Sanxiang, who was seated opposite him, had already been silent for ten minutes.

The average person would have long felt uncomfortable after being stared at for so long, yet Fu Li's ability to adapt was quite good. Not only did he not feel a single bit of discomfort, he even polished off a banana, a peach, and a bunch of grapes.

Kacha kacha.

The apple was almost about to be completely consumed. Zhao Sanxiang finally couldn't take it any longer and spoke up, "You're quite hardy, even playing the hero."

Fu Li tossed the apple core into the dustbin one meter away and replied leisurely, "It's not like I can watch him die right in front of me." Although that family did not have any great merits or virtues, they were not bad either. In any case, it had gone smoothly.

To prevent ordinary people from realizing that there was something fishy, he had even specially used an illusion technique to create an effect and make it seem like his entire body had been riddled with injuries. He had already thought it through very thoroughly.

"Sh*t," Zhao Sanxiang flushed out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. Before he could even light it, he was given a death stare by the auntie at the neighboring bed. "Brother, look at the wall."

Zhao Sanxiang looked up. A sign stating 'smoking is prohibited in hospital rooms' was hung on the wall. He pinched the cigarette in his hands and then stuffed it back into the box. Agitated, he stood up and told Fu Li, "Stay in the hospital for another two days. I'm going back to the construction site."

As he walked out of the hospital room, he vaguely heard the people in the hospital room asking Fu Li a question.

"Young man, the man that left just now was your father?"

"No."

"I thought he didn't seem like it either."

Zhao Sanxiang chuckled coldly. Ignorant humans. He was a duck that had lived for two thousand years; he was incapable of having such a foolish son. But what type of yaoguai was this Fu Li exactly? He actually couldn't tell despite having nearly two thousand years' worth of cultivation.

When he reached the entrance of the hospital, he looked up and immediately saw a man and woman with ordinary looks walking in his direction, prompting him to take two steps back instinctively.

As the man and woman passed by Zhao Sanxiang, they turned and glanced at him. He hurriedly presented a small booklet to them.

He was an innocent yao who had never done any bad things since the founding of the nation.

"No need to be so anxious," The middle-aged woman glanced at the proof of innocence in Zhao Sanxiang's hand and smiled mildly. "We're just passing by."

Zhao Sanxiang heaved a sigh of relief. A thought suddenly rose in his mind after he exited the hospital. Were those two searching for Fu Li? With a turn of his head, he looked towards the entrance of the hospital as he hastened his footsteps. As they say, it was better for someone else to die than for one to die. He should make his escape quickly.

Zhang Ke and Xu Yuan walked into Fu Li's hospital room and was just in time to see an elderly woman stuffing fruits into Fu Li's arms.

Xu Yuan sized Fu Li up carefully. The other party had a well-proportioned physique and an elegant appearance. It was impossible to tell what breed of yaoguai he was from appearance. The other party didn't even have a tiny bit of yao qi. If she hadn't already confirmed the other party's yao identity, she would have assumed that he was an ordinary human.

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