First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!

”Our people are fighting against the hundred ghosts of the Nightwalkers, right at the Fengyang District Haoyuan Phase 2 construction site. That’s the main battlefield.”

”Now, every investigator who received the alert has to head over.”

Yan Feifan looked a little excited.

This was going to be a huge event.

But Lu Ding’s expression turned a little strange.

Fengyang District Haoyuan Phase 2 construction site—wasn’t that the place where he drilled into the Stubborn Stone of Nanshan and unlocked his golden finger?

How did a fight break out there?

But now wasn’t the time to overthink.

Since everyone was heading over, that place was going to be crawling with wolves and short on meat.There would probably be scenes of multiple 749 investigators ganging up on a single monster or ghost. He had to hurry; if he got there too late, he might not even get a sip of the soup.

Whether he could get a big haul today depended on this trip!

He drained the tea in his cup in one gulp.

”Master Cao, keep an eye on Bao Fan District for me. I’m heading out first.”

Without waiting for a response from Cao Ying or the old master of the Cao family, Lu Ding grabbed Yan Feifan by the collar and shot into the sky.

Compared to the other 749 investigators, his advantage was that he could fly!

As for bringing Yan Feifan along, it was because, after an event like this, there would probably be rewards based on merit. Bringing Yan Feifan meant that when they arrived, he could go have fun on the side.

Even if he could only leech off a little, it was still contribution points. And contribution points were meat.

Besides, Yan Feifan could phase through the ground—if he couldn’t win a fight, he could at least run away, right?

At the same time.

Bai Hemen, who was on reassignment, crushed the head of a monkey-shaped spirit beast in his hand as an alarm blared in the background.

He looked at the emergency notification from the 749 App on his phone.

Lu Ding should be going too, right?

Friends should experience things together. That was what made friendships stronger.

Like… battle!!!

With that thought, he ignored the two investigators he had been assisting, his whole body dissolving into darkness as he vanished into the distance.

One flew through the air.

The other phased through the ground as a shadow.

Both were heading straight for Fengyang District.

At that moment, at the Fengyang District Haoyuan Phase 2 construction site—

Yin Feng swung his Meteor Hammer down, but the half-human, half-serpent woman in front of him raised a hand to block, swatting the hammerhead away.

Her other hand reached out, transforming into countless vibrantly colored venomous snakes that slithered through the air toward him at lightning speed.

Yin Feng dodged awkwardly, too pressed to form a seal or cast a spell.

Just then, a man wearing a half-face mask emerged from behind him, hands forming seals as a ritual disk expanded in his palm.

”Hundred-Kill Golden Arrows!!!”

Golden arrows shot out from the disk, nailing the venomous snakes in midair.

Yin Feng saw who it was. ”Wen Ruchu?!”

”You can recognize me even with the mask on?”

Wen Ruchu was a little puzzled. Ever since Lu Ding had cut his face, he had worn this mask.

Not to cover up scars, as people thought—his wounds had healed without leaving a single mark.

He wore the mask to remind himself to curb his reckless mouth.

After all, before Lu Ding, no one had ever treated him that way.

It was only after that incident that he realized if he didn’t control his habit of speaking out of turn, one day, he might run his mouth in front of the wrong person and end up dead because of it.

As for whether he resented Lu Ding—

Wen Ruchu would tell you: No. He didn’t dare.

What if Lu Ding found out and dragged him onto a life-or-death duel stage?

He had heard about it—someone once gave Lu Ding a hateful look and got beaten up for it.

”A chat in the middle of battle isn’t exactly a good habit. If you get distracted, you might—feel pain.”

A strange voice came from behind them.

The moment the word ”pain” entered their ears—

Yin Feng and Wen Ruchu were hit with an unbearable, bone-piercing agony.

Both immediately collapsed.

Now, they could see the spellcaster’s true form—a floating man dressed in blue, with four constantly rotating eyes on his eerie face.

His techniques were just as bizarre; they couldn’t even tell whether he was a spirit beast or a demon.

The pain continued to intensify.

Wen Ruchu wished he could slap himself. Damn it, why was this stupid habit still screwing him over? He just couldn’t shake it!

If he hadn’t responded to Yin Feng earlier, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten distracted and fallen for this creature’s trick.

Watching the two men writhe in agony, their faces twisted, the floating spirit beast spread his arms.

”Talking too much during a fight can really break your focus.”

Hearing that, Wen Ruchu grew even more frustrated.

”N-no idea what you’re showing off about… aren’t you also talking during battle? I know someone who never wastes a word in a fight.”

”He’s just not here right now. If he were, you’d realize—just saying a single word would be a luxury.”

”Oh? Is that so? I’d really love to meet him.”

As the spirit beast spoke, the half-human, half-serpent woman beside him suddenly tensed.

”The scent of a Flying Centipede! Why is there a Flying Centipede’s scent here?!”

Her alert gaze swept the surroundings, searching frantically.

Her true form was that of a Serpent Demon—not one that had been forcibly matured through secret arts like Ling Gu’s creations, but a genuine, wild-born demon that had cultivated its way to power.

Flying Centipedes were her natural enemies.

But even after scanning the entire battlefield, she couldn’t pinpoint the source of the scent.

It was like it had dispersed into the wind—everywhere, yet nowhere.

The four-eyed spirit beast dismissed her concerns. ”What Flying Centipede? You lot really have been traumatized by them. None of our people tonight are one of those creatures.”

The woman thought about it and agreed.

If there had been one, she would have sensed it long ago. Even if you beat her to death, she wouldn’t have joined tonight’s Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts.

”Alright, they’re already out of the fight. I’ll leave them to you. I’m off to find some other fun.”

The four-eyed spirit beast turned and began to float away.

But the next second, his body stiffened.

A hand had clamped down on his four-eyed head.

Pale, slender fingers, smooth as white jade, pressed down against his forehead from above.

A face carved with ancient markings leaned over his shoulder.

Even though the voice rang in his ears, it sounded utterly terrifying.

“Heard you wanted to see me?”

The four-eyed creature’s body seemed to be locked in place by a restraining spell, completely unable to move.

At that moment, Lu Ding realized—so monsters could also sweat like rain.

In an instant, a flash of memories rushed through the creature’s four eyes, its entire life flashing before them like a spinning lantern.

Then, in the next breath, it snapped back to reality.

Am I going to die?

I am, aren’t I?

”I...”

Crack.

With a crisp sound, Lu Ding casually twisted off the four-eyed creature’s head.

”Having last words really is a luxury...”

That was its final thought before death.

A notification appeared before Lu Ding’s eyes.

【Contained Creature: Yanghua Ghost Corpse Essence】

【Containment Reward: Dark Death Black Coffin Art】

【Dark Death Black Coffin: Raise six coffin planks, trap the enemy inside, and execute them in darkness】

Yanghua Ghost Corpse Essence.

Recorded in the ancient text Taiqing Golden Palace Jade Radiance Immortal Book: Eight Extremes Divine Chapter - Three Sovereigns Secret Writings, it was described as follows:

A Yanghua Ghost Corpse Essence takes the form of a man, clad in white or blue, with four eyes and no feet, wandering in quiet places at night, calling out like a human. It cries of unbearable pain, and those who hear it mistake it for a suffering man. If one responds, they perish instantly. It is the essence of an ancient, long-buried coffin.

Simply put, it was an old coffin spirit. It liked to roam in the dead of night, wailing about pain and illness. If you responded, you’d die. If you even heard its cries, you were in deep trouble.

Beside them—

The serpent demon woman was trembling like a leaf, her face deathly pale, drained of all color.

This was the oppressive presence of a natural predator.

But more importantly, the aura of Wind-Fixing Art that Lu Ding had unleashed had terrified her to the core.

And it wasn’t just any Wind-Fixing Art—it was fully mastered.