Infinite Pollution: The SSS Guide Pierces the Horror Dungeon - chapter 4

Shao An listened to her indifferent tone, and the inexplicable emotion pressing on his chest grew even heavier.

A flicker of anger suddenly surged in his eyes. He took a step forward. “Wen Song! What on earth are you playing at? Let me tell you, no matter what you do, I will never like you!”

He attributed all of this to Wen Song’s attempts to attract his attention.

Looking at Shao An standing before her, Wen Song thought to herself that he was, after all, still a student who hadn’t left school yet-his whole demeanor radiated immaturity.

She kindly interpreted this situation as a sense of disparity.

The “devoted follower” suddenly stopped fawning, and the “master” couldn’t get used to it.

If it had been the old Wen Song, seeing Shao An take the initiative to approach, she wouldn’t have been able to contain her joy.

Unfortunately, she was no longer that Wen Song.

“Don’t worry, I won’t like you anymore.”

Wen Song swallowed the last bite of her bread and left upstairs without another pause.

Now, she needed to wait until nightfall to go shopping for supplies for her trip to the Northern Frontier.

She had already studied the map. The far north of the Empire was bone-chillingly cold.

Everyone in the Wen Family now treated her like air. No one cared where she went, which, to a large extent, made things more convenient for Wen Song.

20:00 at night.

Stepping out the door, Wen Song turned left and right, entered an alley without surveillance, changed her clothes, put on a hat and mask, and covered herself up as much as possible.

The Light Brain system in this world was highly advanced, and she didn’t want to expose herself.

Following the information on her Light Brain, Wen Song walked down a street and found a hooded figure in a dark alley.

“Trade,” Wen Song said without wasting words.

The hooded person’s voice was hoarse. “Follow me.”

Wen Song followed the hooded figure into what looked like a rundown shop, then down the stairs. When she saw the dazzling array of weapons in the armory, her eyebrows shot up.

Not bad at all.

“Pick whatever you want,” the hooded person said casually, leaning back in a lounge chair.

Wen Song glanced at the hooded person. The figure who had been hunched over a moment ago was now standing straight.

Beneath the black cloak was a body full of explosive power. He had deliberately created the image of an old, frail man-even his gait and voice were disguised.

But Wen Song was long used to observing carefully. After all, in the later stages of the apocalypse, many zombies had evolved human-like intelligence.

They would even blend into crowds, waiting for a chance to hunt humans.

This person’s disguise was highly skilled-an ordinary person would never notice.

Unfortunately.

Wen Song smiled. No matter his reasons for disguising himself, it was none of her concern.

They were nothing more than buyer and seller.

She only glanced briefly before turning her attention to the weapons. Her destination was the Northern Frontier, and the Pollution Zones there were not to be underestimated.

Wen Song picked out a dagger-small, easy to carry, and able to cut through iron like mud.

She also picked up a small handgun and a sniper rifle, weighed them in her hands, and placed them on the counter.

No matter where she was, guns always gave her an infinite sense of security.

Because she bought so much, the hooded person kindly gave Wen Song a case.

Fortunately, although the Wen Family didn’t care about Wen Song, they gave her plenty of pocket money.

After the payment was deducted, Wen Song left immediately.

Watching Wen Song’s figure disappear at the end of the alley, the hooded person tore off his cloak, fully revealing his figure.

He wore a simple black tank top and fitted trousers, and the Light Brain on his wrist was flashing.

He casually tapped the communicator.

A face appeared in the projection before him.

“Brother Xu,” the person on the screen drawled lazily.
The man opposite had an exceptionally handsome face, but the aura of iron and blood that surrounded him made people instinctively lower their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

“Yun Xiao, have you finished the investigation?” Qin Xu asked.

“It’s done.” The man in front had a pair of peach blossom eyes, shimmering with watery light as he blinked. “Brother Xu, the eldest daughter of the Wen Family is just a good-for-nothing. Back at the academy, she barely passed every course, only blessed with a pretty face.”

“Besides that, she has a crush on that boy from the Shao Family, always circling around him. There’s really nothing commendable about her. Brother Xu, are you sure you want to agree to this marriage?”

Qin Xu’s expression remained unchanged from start to finish. “It’s my grandfather’s dying wish. As long as she behaves herself, I can allow her to stay by my side.”

With that, the communication ended.

Yun Xiao tapped his Light Brain, a wicked smile appearing on his face. Luckily, he didn’t have any childhood engagement.

His gaze swept over the message sent to him earlier by the gene matching system.

No. 008?

Just as he was about to see what kind of nonsense this was, a prompt popped up.

[Dear user, to unlock detailed information on No. 008, you need to recharge 10,000 Empire Coins~]

10,000 Empire Coins?

Those people researching gene matching must be out of their minds!

He’d have to be crazy to fall for such a scam!

–

Wen Song carried her things and climbed into the Wen Family’s backyard. Her fingers gripped the villa’s outer wall, and with a push off the drainpipe, she easily vaulted through the window and returned to her room.

Taking advantage of the night, Wen Song opened her wardrobe and packed all the neat and practical clothes into her backpack. She then went downstairs and swept clean the place where the family stored Nutrient Fluid, stuffing it all into her bag.

In the slums, a single bottle of Nutrient Fluid was hard to come by. For the Nobility, it was just regular storage for emergencies.

Once expired, they’d toss it out without a second thought, not feeling the slightest regret.

After gathering some other necessities, Wen Song collapsed into bed and slept.

Eight hours later, Wen Song was awakened by the housekeeper’s shrill scream from downstairs.

“Thief! There’s a thief!!!”

The housekeeper shouted nervously. The Nutrient Fluid she had just bought yesterday was completely gone when she checked this morning!

Everyone came downstairs, and upon hearing the housekeeper, Wen Father frowned and scolded angrily.

“What’s all this shouting for? It’s just a bit of Nutrient Fluid! If it’s gone, buy more! Why are you making such a fuss?”

Wen Mother spoke up, displeased, “Did anything else go missing?”

The housekeeper seemed to realize she’d overreacted. After checking the other items, she shook her head, “No, nothing else.”

“Buy more and put it back.”

The housekeeper nodded.

At breakfast time, the three finished eating before remembering Wen Song. Wen Father’s face darkened, and just as he was about to order someone to call her, he saw Wen Song coming downstairs with a backpack.

She wore a simple black T-shirt, black cargo pants, long boots, and a navy blue baseball cap that covered most of her face.

When she looked up, her bare face was still stunningly beautiful.

Wen Xu’s hand under the table clenched, a flash of jealousy crossing her face.

Because she had grown up in the slums, her skin was dark and rough.

Even after spending a lot of money on skincare since returning, she could never be as fair as Wen Song!

Everything Wen Song had should have been hers!

Fortunately, Wen Song was about to go to the Northern Frontier, that godforsaken place-

Wen Xu was smug. Soon, everything in the Wen Family would be hers alone!

Wen Father looked at Wen Song and immediately suspected she was trying to run away. He shouted, “Someone! Tie her up for me!!”