Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 68 - 64: An Assassination Operation by a Fly
In the crowded meat stall cabin.
The Third Brother knelt on the wooden planks, clumsily mimicking the flapping of fly wings.
He emitted a low buzzing sound like a fly, "Bzzz bzzz bzzz, bzzz bzzz, bzzz bzzz bzzz..."
His actions were rather silly, but the buzzing sound from his mouth was extremely realistic, even attracting several green-headed flies, which buzzed around him!
His Immortal Beast Fly seemed to understand the "fly language" from his mouth, and it, too, buzzed over, flying alongside him on his shoulder.
His arm flapped faster and faster, gradually catching up with the speed of the fly’s wings!
His voice also grew deeper and deeper, gradually matching the rhythm of a fly!
He could feel that he and the fly were becoming increasingly synchronized!
He could feel as if he was truly turning into a fly!
Looking again at the other flies around him... they suddenly seemed larger.
Looking again at the crowded meat stall cabin... it suddenly seemed spacious.
Sniffing the various raw smells of the meat stall... he found them suddenly sweet and fragrant.
He looked at his own arm, seeing only a black claw, covered with bristles.
He looked at his body, seeing only a yellow-black shell, both strange and familiar.
As it turned out... with a bit of spellcasting, his Three Souls and Six Spirits successfully entered the body of the Immortal Beast Fly.
Looking again at the side, he saw the giant body; it was indeed his own flesh.
He flapped his wings and buzzed over, landing on his own fleshly face, seeing his skin with deep, greasy black grime and large, pitted pores.
As a fly, he really liked this grimy feeling!
But as a human soul, he found it disgusting.
"Why is my skin so bad?"
He flapped his wings, buzzing away, flying to a quiet corner by the table, waiting for an opportunity.
Soon, he heard the sound of a door opening.
He saw the plump owner of the meat stall walk in, looking at his flesh body.
"Brother, you’ve fallen asleep?"
"Sigh, take a nap, then.
"It’s not easy for you guys either."
The plump owner took an oily coat and draped it over his flesh body.
...
In the brightly lit office.
Bai Mo, Fang Xiaoyu, Master Chong, Gu Lin, and others sat around on the sofa, some pulling out laptops to work, others chatting occasionally.
Fang Xiaoyu didn’t have time to play Star Iron, opening her laptop and typing rapidly, seemingly having some administrative task.
Bai Mo sat comfortably on the sofa, meditating with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, Master Chong spoke.
"Did the president and others go to catch people? I wonder how their progress is, whether they’ve caught anyone?"
Next to him, Gu Lin, the president’s student, glanced at his phone.
"Haven’t caught them yet.
"Currently, many forensic experts and network experts are locating over a dozen suspicious sites.
"The president personally leads the team, with over a hundred Immortal Technique Committee members deployed for investigation.
"But there are no results yet."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
...
At the market, by the meat stall entrance, a van with "Immortal Technique Committee" printed on its body was parked, its trunk open.
The plump owner, with a big smile, stacked boxes of fresh meat into the van’s trunk.
The driver picking up the meat joked with him nearby.
They didn’t notice that in a box of beef brisket just brought in, a nondescript fly was hiding, nestled in the gap between two large pieces of brisket.
Soon, after loading, the van closed its trunk, started up again, leaving the market and joining the road traffic.
...
The van traveled along the road, sometimes overtaking and changing lanes, sometimes waiting at traffic lights, and gradually, as there were fewer cars around, it arrived at the park where the Committee was located.
Here, there were no other vehicles on the road.
Arriving at the Committee’s entrance, the van stopped. Several Immortal Technique Committee members chatted with the driver for a few moments, then began meticulously inspecting the van... inside, on top, underneath...
The Third Brother huddled inside the fly’s body, nestled between two slices of brisket, suddenly heard a "creak" sound; it was the van’s trunk being opened, and he saw the bright sky shining in, and a giant wearing an Immortal Technique Committee uniform, holding a strangely shaped bronze rod, examining the trunk.
The bronze rod emitted a soft wave, subtly bending the light, revealing itself to be an Immortal Artifact!
An anti-invisibility Immortal Artifact?
If today’s arrival were a chameleon capable of invisibility, wouldn’t they be discovered?
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a chameleon that came, but a fly.
...
After the inspection, the van entered the interior of the Immortal Technique Committee.
Just as the van arrived at the cafeteria’s back door, and the trunk was opened, the Third Brother stealthily slipped out from an inconspicuous corner.
To remain silent, he didn’t flap his wings, merely let himself fall from the compartment like a piece of debris, landing on the ground. Then he quickly scurried along the ground with his fly legs.
Soon, he crawled under a blade of grass by the roadside.
Looking back at the coming and going staff, watching the white-clad cook come out to carry meat, his fly mouthparts slightly opened, as if smiling... he had successfully infiltrated the Committee’s interior!
...
In the brightly lit office.
Bai Mo nestled comfortably on the sofa, meditating. The Committee’s sofa looked ordinary but was actually genuine leather, with exceptionally good quality sponge inside, making it very comfortable to sit on.
Master Chong and Gu Lin and others were getting along well, sitting on the sofa, laughing and chatting casually.
"...Do you think it’s possible that assassins from the Dark World have already infiltrated in?"
"Even if they have, what of it?
