Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1270 - 563: Not Much_2

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Previously on Online: I Can See Health Bars...
Qin Er interrupts Fang Yu and Ding Hui in their guesthouse room to report Rebel Army news delivered via special mosquitoes, instructing her to go to Jiuyang Temple and report on the master. Ding Hui reveals she tracked the insects after leaving a marker on Qin Er, allowing them to monitor the Rebel Army's location. They decide to hear Qin Er's message first while the insect is still en route. Ding Hui examines the mosquito bite on Qin Er's arm, tasting the blood and deeming the insect manipulation technique interesting but underdeveloped with limited potential.

Ding Hui agrees to shift his focus and investigate certain matters for Fang Yu.

Qin Er let out a pained cry, retreating two steps in terror, adopting a pitiable look as she gripped her arm wound, head bowed while she spoke.

"Sirs, I’m merely a fresh recruit in the rebel army. My lowly position means I can’t access the leaders... Prior to the mission’s start, they instructed me to submit reports only in written form. Sending me to Jiuyang Temple this time, they likely expect me to jot down the details in a letter and place it within the temple’s incense box... Hence, direct contact from them isn’t on the agenda."

Qin Er harbored no hopes of rescue from the rebel army, nor could she stake her survival on the ethics of the pair before her.

Thus, self-preservation demanded she devise her own escape.

The rebels showed her no concern, yet the scarred man obsessed over her fiercely.

His twisted fixation, hell-bent on forcing her into martial arts training, ensured he’d never forsake her.

By slipping subtle hints into her report letter, encoding them as secret messages for the scarred man to uncover, he’d surely plot her salvation...

Though the scarred man lacked great strength, his freedom allowed him to rally allies against these two, boosting her odds of breaking free.

Besides, Jiuyang Temple drew massive crowds due to its vast size and fame. Leveraging the throng might offer her a shot at flight.

With her fate hanging by a thread, Qin Er’s mind raced through countless schemes.

Yet the duo appeared utterly indifferent to Qin Er’s explanation.

Be it the letter’s contents or her inability to meet the top brass directly, they remained utterly composed.

"Understood? No issue then—just pen the letter as planned, and we’ll head out together to Jiuyang Temple."

Fang Yu’s response stirred doubts in Qin Er, yet she nodded compliance anyway.

Moments later, the trio departed the inn.

Right after their exit, however, a full contingent of soldiers stormed into the inn.

"Sir, sir? What’s going on?"

Terror drained the color from the shopkeeper’s face.

Squads of soldiers hauled hefty crates, their outward gleam screaming priceless cargo within.

But how on earth did his modest inn connect to these Underworld fools?

If it was just to shutter his place, such overwhelming might felt overkill...

The shopkeeper knew full well his inn’s humble standing.

"This doesn’t concern you—today, the Foolish Underworld reserves the entire inn."

Song Zhenrong flung a handful of silver taels at the shopkeeper, nearly causing the man to fumble the catch.

The Foolish Underworld’s infamous tyranny rarely extended to compensating for rooms.

Could it really be...

"Pardon me, are you... Song Zhenrong, Captain Song?"

Song Zhenrong arched an eyebrow faintly; this lowly innkeeper recognized him?

"Did the VIP upstairs mention my name?"

The VIP on the second floor?

Stunned once more, the shopkeeper recalled only rumors: Captain Song stood as a rare honorable figure amid the Foolish Underworld, always honoring compensation for any investigation damages—reliable to a fault.

Whoever that second-floor guest was... remained a total mystery to him.

Song Zhenrong gleaned the truth from the shopkeeper’s blank stare.

He had no intention of departing regardless; with his sister under Miracle Doctor Mo’s care at home alongside others, his mind was at ease.

He’d arrived at the inn precisely to honor his word and hand over Ding Hui’s reward.

Yet after inspecting upstairs, Ding Hui and his group were absent—though their essentials lingered—so Song Zhenrong opted to linger and wait.

His vigil, though, yielded a startling arrival.

"Amit...abha."

A monk it was, grimy with dust, trailed by a woman!

Such a pairing of monk and female was unheard of, especially with his Foolish Underworld squad already claiming the inn—the guards at the door alone would scare off most folk.

Still, this monk strode in boldly, utterly dauntless, as if backed by ironclad assurance.

Simple recklessness toward doom, or perhaps some covert backing?

"From whence comes this monk? Scram!"

"Filthy monk after handouts? Blind to the Foolish Underworld conducting business here?"

Song Zhenrong hadn’t uttered a word, but his underlings already moved to eject them.

The innkeeper inwardly lamented the sight; far simpler to face King Yan himself than wrangle his lackeys.

Captain Song might be decent, but his crew embodied the Foolish Underworld perfectly—haughty, bullying, and insufferably smug...

Even with the curse of always getting lost, the monk preserved his calm attitude and remained unperturbed.

However, the woman standing next to the monk quickly grew irritated.

"Oh↑oh↑oh~ the Foolish Underworld thinks it’s so impressive, if it weren’t for some of you looking good, I wouldn’t let my pigeon↑pigeon↓ come over!"

This remark, mixing rebuke with flattery, puzzled quite a few listeners.

At that moment, Song Zhenrong got to his feet and headed over to the pair.

"Master, what are you here for?"

Song Zhenrong displayed courtesy, and Monk Quan Heng responded with a salute.

"Officer, I’d like to know how to get to the An Mansion?"

An Mansion? Thunder City had plenty of An Mansions, yet typically it meant the An Family of the Ten Major Families.

A query like that could get a straightforward reply from anyone on the streets.

After pausing briefly, Song Zhenrong spoke up.

"You look unfamiliar, not from here, are you? How about I have my men guide you, Master?"

Pressing his palms together, Monk Quan Heng beamed and replied.

"Thank you very much, Officer."

Having sent off his loyal subordinates with a covert gesture to watch this unusual monk closely, Song Zhenrong gazed after the odd couple as they departed, deep in contemplation.

The Defiled Blood Clone Demon, being a demon, wielded the core demonic trait of consuming victims and slipping into their skins.

Only the night before, his sister had just managed to slip away from the Defiled Blood Clone Demon's clutches, while he himself exchanged brief blows with the creature.

Could it be... that this outsider served as the Defiled Blood Clone Demon's latest disguise!

Song Zhenrong squinted his eyes, resolving to assign personnel for tight surveillance on both the monk and the woman.

Thunder City's inhabitants came with detailed records, complete with their historical footprints.

Before, the Defiled Blood Clone Demon kept getting unmasked after feeding on locals, as folks mistook it for Blue Blood Disease outbreaks, resulting in its detection.

Thus, Song Zhenrong confidently theorized the Defiled Blood Clone Demon's new facade would pick outsiders, slashing the odds of Foolish Underworld members spotting it.

Song Zhenrong deemed his deduction sound, prompting him to scrutinize foreigners more intently.

Brother Diao and Divine Doctor Ding, post last night's chaos, now leaned halfway toward loyalty to him.

Dealing with the Defiled Blood Clone Demon was one thing, but even Brother Diao posed a tough matchup.

Under Brother Diao's guard, Divine Doctor Ding stayed safely out of the Defiled Blood Clone Demon's grasp.

In his musings, Song Zhenrong thought of Captain Che; with the Defiled Blood Clone Demon's spiteful disposition, the expectant Captain Che might well be its subsequent prey.

Captain Che's power had plummeted sharply since pregnancy, rendering her prime for attack...

This notion stirred unease in Song Zhenrong.

"But Captain Che, due to pregnancy, aside from going on missions, rarely goes out, shouldn’t be at risk..."

...

"Bald Pigeon↑Pigeon↓, do you think there were also people from Tianyuan Town coming to Thunder City?"

As members of the Foolish Underworld showed the path ahead, Guo Yuxin squeezed her chest to Monk Quan Heng’s back and softly posed her question.

Yet her words drew only a tranquil 'Amitabha' in response.

"Bald Pigeon↑Pigeon↓ acting mysterious, I already noticed earlier when I said the soldiers in the inn resemble acquaintances from Tianyuan Town, you moved over immediately, Bald Pigeon↑Pigeon↓, do you miss that little soldier from the Foolish Underworld in Tianyuan Town?"