After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Chapter 98.4

Chapter 98.4

The Bathroom Door was Slightly Pushed Open a Crack (4)

Mu Heng came to the Luosi District this time, and the first thing he wanted to do was to track and clear the location of the mercenary base.

This was because if they wanted to attract the dragon, they had to get the dragon’s treasures, but those were now in the hands of the mercenaries.

This time, this group of mercenaries took the initiative to deliver it to the door, which can be said to be very timely.

However…

Mu Heng’s mind was not here at this moment.

He lifted his head and looked in a certain direction where the fire was lit.

The flames were extinguished now, leaving only a dark, blanketing night fog as if the light that lit up earlier was just a part of Mu Heng’s illusion.

Mu Heng frowned and turned his head toward Wen Yao, saying, “Do you have a magic power detector?”

After all, the battle was over now.

She quickly recovered and didn’t ask anything more but untied the detector on her waist and handed it over.

Mu Heng took it over.

He walked to the side of the deck and turned the detector on.

A few seconds later, he tossed the detector back to Wen Yao.

Mu Heng’s voice was cold and indifferent. “I will leave this to you then.”

After saying that, he turned around and walked toward the ship hurriedly. His slender back soon disappeared into the darkness.

Wen Yao subconsciously looked down toward the detector.

She was slightly stunned.

Although the amount was small, the detector… seemed to have captured a bit of magic from the abyss.

Strange. This place was obviously on the sea’s surface, so how could fluctuations of abyssal magic appear?

Three demonic creatures cowered in the corner, nervously watching the half-human, half-dragon young man not far away, afraid that he would lose his mind again like last time and start indiscriminate attacks and massacres.

The demon insect cautiously asked, “My… My lord, are you okay?”

An extremely long few seconds passed.

Shi An slowly closed his eyes and exhaled a breath with a shudder.

Silver-white scales slowly faded from his cheeks.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had returned to the pitch black of a human, and the wings and tail on his back were retracted in a controlled manner.

Shi An slowly stood up and said in a slightly hoarse voice. “… Still okay.”

He lifted his head and glanced toward the sky.

With the disappearance of the Eye of the Abyss, this abyssal rift was also dissipating. The invisible wall previously blocked the outside was gone and the raging seawater rapidly surged inward and went beyond his ankles.

The seawater was extremely cold, making Shi An shiver uncontrollably.

He wondered when the battle outside had stopped, leaving only the sound of the sea wind whistling and waves rolling.

Shi An calculated the time in his mind, then extended his hand toward the three demonic creatures and quickly said, “Let’s go. We should leave now.”

The blood on the ground was being cleaned as the crew and members of the Bureau hurried past, each looking very busy.

Mu Heng’s pace was brisk as he quickly crossed the deck.

The man’s eyebrows were indifferent, his thin lips pursed, his body still wrapped in the rich blood smell after the killings. The sea breeze brought up his jacket, and the corners of his coat rolled and bulged like a torn-off dark cloud.

As soon as they saw Mu Heng approaching, the Bureau members subconsciously shied away for fear of touching the other party’s bad luck.

He came to the cabin unhindered, his pace never stopping.

Mu Heng stood still at the door of the cabin.

He paused, raised his hand, and knocked on the metal cabin door with his knuckles. “… Shi An?”

No one answered inside.

Mu Heng slightly raised his silver-white eyelashes and a pair of blue and ethereal eyes fell fixedly on the metal hatch in front of him, his expression deep and inexplicable.

He pressed his palm on the hatch and applied a slight force.

The door slowly slid open in front of his eyes.

Mu Heng calmly looked around.

–The room was empty.

It was empty and cold like that of a huge cave.

A “click” sound came from the door lock being pushed inside the room, suddenly breaking the silence.

Mu Heng’s eyes darkened slightly as he stepped toward the door.

The bathroom door was slightly pushed open a crack and warm, steaming white water vapor escaped from it.

The young man’s dark, wet eyes looked through the doorway, and his white face was fuming red.

“… You’re back?”

Mu Heng looked at him and nodded.

“That…” The young man’s face showed the slightest hesitation. He struggled for two seconds, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he said in a very small voice, “I-I forgot to bring the bathrobe.”

The young man’s voice got even smaller.

“Can you help pass it to me?”

He poked a naked arm through the doorway.

The slender fingertips appeared a light pink color, the extremely fair skin was scalded slightly red, and transparent drops of water slipped from his soft fingers and dripped onto the carpet, haloing a small, circular wet mark.