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

The Slash Attack, representing the absolute of ”nothing survives the blade,” sliced through with silk-smooth precision.

The youth disguised as Mottian instantly sensed danger, the alarm bells in his mind blaring as he flipped upright.

He saw the slash tear through space and cut past his side.

It plunged straight into the cliff.

It split the mountainside.

It cleaved the entire rock face in two.

Only then did Mottian realize how serious the situation was.

He reacted as well.

If Lu Ding was the same kind of person as him, then Lu Ding’s alertness should be similar to his.No.

Not accurate.

It should be similar to how one is after experiencing betrayal and failure.

Mottian flipped and landed on the vertical cliff face, slowly standing up.

He looked at Lu Ding without a word.

Lu Ding said, ”Not pretending anymore?”

Mottian smiled, his gaze turning to the girl in Gongyang Qingrou’s arms. ”Please save her, she really doesn’t belong here.”

Lu Ding shot him a look.

Gongyang Qingrou immediately tossed the girl back.

Mottian caught her.

Lu Ding said, ”Don’t try to guilt-trip me with morality. She’s not my business, and this situation right now wasn’t caused by my interference.”

”Either take her and get out, or I keep you here.”

That last strike that cut into the mountain had already annoyed Lu Ding.

If they started fighting here, what if they wrecked the mine?

He could open the Black Prison of Death’s Body, but that thing doesn’t stop until someone dies, and this guy in front of him was a bit... problematic, too unpredictable.

Mottian: ”Is there no way to smooth this over? There are no grudges between us. I hoped to communicate with you.”

Lu Ding frowned. What a lunatic.

He looked like a person but didn’t understand his motives, and kept babbling about communication.

Where did this come from?

”Have you been to a hospital?”

Mottian: ”Huh?”

Lu Ding: ”I mean, if you’re sick, get treated. Don’t pester me. I don’t like casually talking with people.”

Mottian hugged the girl and smiled, ”I like talking to people.”

”If I told you I could help you deal with this, find the other Ghost Calamities in the Ghost-Occupied Zone of Nanshan Kingdom? Can you give me a chance to talk?”

If this had been before Mottian’s failed attempt and his suppression and sealing by the Miaodao Sect, he would never have said something like this.

Back then, the ghosts he transformed were his kin; he would never betray them.

But sadly, the kin he transformed last time betrayed him.

Once bitten, twice shy.

Now that he had regained freedom, the only thing he cared about was himself.

To achieve his ideal goals, nothing else mattered.

If something died, he could transform it again.

If Nanshan Kingdom was lost, he could go to other countries, other regions. This world had plenty of people.

There was no need to stubbornly cling here. This place wasn’t anything special; it held no homesick sentiment for him regarding Nanshan Kingdom.

When Lu Ding heard this, if the man in front of him spoke like that.......

It wasn’t impossible to talk.

Right now his main problem was information. If they could exchange equally, whether black cat or white cat, catching mice is the good cat—Lu Ding didn’t mind giving him a chance.

Of course, only cooperation within Nanshan Kingdom.

Next time they met, he’d do the same to him!

”I need to see your sincerity.”

Mottian landed. ”Ghost Calamity Eight is in the neighboring province. I can take you to find him, right now, immediately.”

He hadn’t expected that all his careful scheming—arranging a little girl to create an emotional hook, displaying righteous decisiveness and quick thinking—would be less effective than simply being able to sell information.

This was really...

Mottian began to understand why those people had betrayed him before.

It was just so effective.

Mottian landed. ”My name is Tang Tian. I’m very grateful you gave me this opportunity. I will cherish it.”

”Before that, do you know where the mastermind behind all of this is?”

Although Ghost Calamity Six and Ghost Calamity Nine had just exploded out two decent spells at Lu Ding, he still wanted to quickly deal with the Ghost King behind all this.

Finish it sooner rather than later—he had other things to handle.

But when Mottian heard that, what did he mean, have me lead you to kill myself?

He immediately shook his head. ”I don’t know that. I only know the locations of some Ghost Calamities; the stronger ones behind them are beyond my knowledge.”

”But we can ask Ghost Calamity Eight. With your strength, dealing with him should be easy. If we capture and torment him a bit, he might spit out useful intelligence.”

Lu Ding felt a little regret but accepted it.

Still, he was worried about the White Ink Mine.

Those ghosts coming here—Lu Ding guessed—very likely had learned that the White Ink Mine would be handed over to the Great Han, meaning there was a traitor inside Nanshan Kingdom.

But he couldn’t stay here forever.

And the White Ink Mine couldn’t be moved.

Damn it, when this is over he would return and root out the traitor, light up his sky lantern!

Gongyang Qingrou saw Lu Ding’s concern. ”I’ll stay here with Qingge and guard it. If anything happens, I’ll notify you immediately.”

That was the advantage of having a powerful teammate.

Lu Ding stood in place and used Shadow Army Formation. The shadow beneath him wriggled, splitting into dozens of black shadow creatures that slowly crawled from the ground.

”I’ll leave them to accompany you.”

Although Gongyang Qingrou was strong, precautions were necessary.

By leaving Shadow Army Formation, Lu Ding could return at any time. Of course, Celestial Shift also worked, but Celestial Shift required knowing the intel beforehand.

Shadow Army Formation, however, meant that if anything happened, Lu Ding could sense it immediately. One Rook-King Exchange, Switch!!!

After finishing all that, he looked at Mottian. ”Let’s go.”

Mottian carried the girl and followed, immediately beginning to converse. ”Lu Ding, what qualities do you think a true strong person should have?”

Lu Ding didn’t look at him, spouting the same platitudes: ”Resolve, a talent for learning, seeking breakthroughs from failure, and not lacking the courage to start over.”

Mottian was a bit pleased—wasn’t that describing himself?

”Lu Ding, you have failed before?”

Lu Ding found it a little funny. ”Still thirsty for it.”

He didn’t know which nerve that line struck in Mottian, but suddenly Mottian sighed, ”Ah, I really envy you for never failing.”

”Unlike me, who grew up in a family of failures, in a failed country, fleeing all my life—enduring the blows of fate, wandering and drifting—only then arriving in Nanshan Kingdom, blinded by arrogance, and finally experiencing failure.”

Lu Ding, following the thread, asked, ”You’ve been through a lot. Which country are you from?”

Mottian patted the girl in his arms, quietly using spells to mend her wounds.

”I doubt you’d have heard of it even if I said it: the Demon Continent. A very distant, chaotic, ruthless place.”

The cruelty of the Demon Continent made Mottian feel like the outside world was paradise after he escaped. He felt completely at home there, grew arrogant, and then was toppled by the Miaodao Sect.

Lu Ding: ? ? ? ? ? ?

”You escaped from the Demon Continent!?”