In a sense, Xiao Feng's remark was quite harsh, akin to rubbing salt into the other party's bloody wound.

Yet ultimately, Xiao Feng remained skeptical of the black-clad person's rhetoric; it was too mysterious on one hand, and on the other, it didn't conform to basic logic.

Even though he didn't understand professional psychological knowledge, Xiao Feng still had basic common sense. For example, after being hit by the homeroom teacher's small stick as a child, whenever he saw it, he would have an instinctive reaction.

According to the black-clad person, both sides of the road known as "Yellow Springs Road" were lined with Christmas Roses. Then, not only was he unafraid, but he also went to great lengths to transplant so many over. What kind of mentality was this?

After a moment of silence, the black-clad person spoke: "I know you don't believe my words. If I were you, I'd probably have the same thoughts, but..."

At this point, the black-clad person suddenly paused, then pulled up the sleeve of his right arm, revealing half of his arm.

That arm was crisscrossed with scars, densely packed; for those with trypophobia, the impact would undoubtedly be top-notch!

And even for those without trypophobia, just one glance would likely send chills down their spine.

Additionally, Xiao Feng also noticed that the arm before him seemed excessively thin; it certainly didn't look like the normal thickness of an adult male.

Could this black-clad person actually be a woman?

After seeing this arm, few would want to look at the black-clad person's face.

Xiao Feng withdrew his gaze, somewhat believing the words of the black-clad person. Scars can't deceive people; new wounds or old wounds can be distinguished at a glance by a professional.

If the other party had cut themselves like this a few years ago just to deceive him, the cost seemed too high.

However, at that moment, Xiao Feng suddenly noticed an anomaly: the inner skin on the bend of the black-clad person's right arm had a blue area the size of a thumbnail, resembling where a tattoo originally was.

"Do you still not believe me now?" the black-clad person asked while about to retract his arm.

As soon as he moved, Xiao Feng stopped him, saying: "Wait!"

The black-clad person was stunned, but before he could react, Xiao Feng further grasped his outstretched arm, refusing to let him pull it back.

The black-clad person never expected this to happen, and immediate anger surged in his heart, as he suddenly exerted force to break free.

Yet, after attempting several times, he couldn't successfully retrieve his arm, as though it was caught in a vise; unless severing the arm, retrieval was absolutely impossible.

"I'm only going to say this once, let go!" the black-clad person said coldly.

Xiao Feng remained unfazed, yet felt a chill enveloping him, indicating the other party already had thoughts of killing.

This actually had nothing to do with gender. After all, regardless of who it was, being held by the wrist and having someone carefully scrutinize their arm would inevitably make one want to violently beat the person in front, the black-clad person simply being more extreme.

Moments later, Xiao Feng released the arm, looking at the black-clad person playfully: "You've told me so much, are you actually just planning to have me join the Demon Suppression Action Team together to confront Devil's Concentration Camp?"

The black-clad person snorted coldly without replying, seemingly admitting to Xiao Feng's words.

He was waiting for Xiao Feng to express his stance, but after waiting for a full two minutes, Xiao Feng showed no intent to speak or leave, meticulously examining the Christmas Roses beside him, looking just like a nobleman admiring flowers under the moon in ancient times.

The black-clad person couldn't help but speak: "You've been targeted by the concentration camp; this trouble you can't escape, while I just want revenge. If you're unwilling to join my action team, we can cooperate, or say, mutually use each other; in short, our goals are aligned."

Xiao Feng shook his head with a laugh: "You're absolutely right. I can explicitly tell you, if you hadn't just shown me your arm, perhaps I'd have nodded in agreement to join you by now."

Despite saying this, in reality, Xiao Feng was unlikely to join the Demon Suppression Action Team. There's barely any point in saying such words other than to purely disgust the black-clad person.

It's like taking a shortcut to save time when going to work, only to trip on the way, and you'd inevitably think if you had gotten up a few minutes early to take the main road, maybe you wouldn't have tripped.

Yet, you never considered that the main road might have led to a worse outcome, but when unlucky, people subconsciously think this way.

"Arm?" The black-clad person slightly bowed his head: "What do you mean?"

Xiao Feng sneered: "Your role in the Demon Suppression Action Team probably isn't just an instructor, right?"

Upon hearing this, the black-clad person suddenly raised his head, with eyes sharp enough to pierce through the hood, directly stabbing at Xiao Feng.

Yet, Xiao Feng continued to appear calm: "First, you can't kill me; attempting to could very well lead to you getting killed instead. Secondly, I can roughly guess what identity you once held; I hold no interest in leaking it, nor will I use it to blackmail you in any way."

After finishing his words, Xiao Feng took a deep breath and continued: "Lastly, if you plan on mutual use, please be honest."

The black-clad person remained silent for a long time before speaking flatly: "Alright, I'll truthfully tell you now!"

However, these words immediately raised Xiao Feng's vigilance, as he suddenly felt that something harmful to him was about to occur.

It was a kind of near instinctual intuition, or rather the keen sense of danger a master possesses.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

A series of buzzing noises akin to mosquitoes and flies arose in the wilderness as the black-clad person's sleeve swept through.

"Damn it!" Xiao Feng widened his eyes, witnessing hundreds to thousands of bee-like flying insects before him, unable to restrain an expletive as he wasted no time, throwing down the shovel, and sprinting away.

One-on-one, Xiao Feng was not afraid of the black-clad person, but with these unknown powerful entities joining in, it's a different story altogether.

Xiao Feng had no intention of using his life to test just how powerful these bee-like things were.

Watching him bolt away, frequently glancing back to check, showing no concern for maintaining the demeanor of a master, the black-clad person suddenly found it amusing; did this guy really rely solely on his strength to escape from Devil's Concentration Camp?

Wait!

The black-clad person suddenly realized he overlooked a serious issue, which was that Xiao Feng's displayed strength was indeed slightly higher, even significantly higher than his own.

But despite this, it wouldn't suffice to break out like that, would it?

However, obviously there wasn't much time to ponder this now; the black-clad person took out a small knife, grasping the blade with his left hand and making a hard slash with his right, causing blood to drip onto the Christmas Rose's flower pistil.

And those hornet-like insects began competing to fly toward the blood-stained flower pistils, resembling bees collecting nectar.

In the next moment, the first batch of hornets departed, heading toward Xiao Feng who had run a hundred meters away.

The remainder continued to chase the blood-stained flower pistils, repeating the cycle until all hornets left, attacking in the direction Xiao Feng had fled.

"What the hell is this!" Xiao Feng, witnessing the hornet swarm resembling a giant net behind him, couldn't help but roar in his heart, yet dared not slow his steps.

After running for nearly ten minutes, covering almost five kilometers, with the hornets still in hot pursuit, Xiao Feng finally abandoned his original plan.

To begin with, he thought if he ran outside a certain range, those hornets would naturally return, but now it was clearly not going as he'd imagined!

There's no choice but for Xiao Feng to turn back and run while pondering how to deal with the hornet swarm

Xiao Feng first thought about lighting a fire to use smoke to disperse the hornets.

This is the outskirts where wild grass is abundant, but the problem was that Jiangcheng's winter nights are very damp, with dew; igniting the wild grass wasn't going to be easy.

Fortunately, occasionally seeing items left by people having outdoor meals, Xiao Feng collected materials while running. Finally, after gathering enough, he wrapped a tablecloth on a stick, soaked it in oil, and ignited it, making a simple torch to wave around.

However, despite good intentions, behind him, the hornet swarm was fearless, instead resembling moths as they directly charged over, each fearlessly courageous; if not throwing the torch promptly, he might've already been stung.

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