Nightmare Tapir. Combat power of 2. Comes out in the dark. Expert at digging holes and releases mind-interfering sound waves that works effectively on ordinary people who are not Red Mist Fighters. Weakness is its curiosity about certain sounds…
The introduction of the Nightmare Tapir from "Monster Illustrations" flew through He Mu's mind.
Then, he directly jumped across the road.
Honestly, this took him by surprise.
The road was at least a dozen meters wide, and even professional athletes couldn't jump so far, not to mention ordinary humans.
And yet, he just jumped across so casually.
"Combat power of 7 is terrifying as hell!"
He Mu exclaimed inwardly, before probing toward the bush and grabbed with his hand.
The Nightmare Tapir finally reacted and disappeared with a shrink of its head.
He Mu quickly peeled away the shrub, only to find a very small hole at the back.
Deep inside the hole, the Nightmare Tapir stared at him with a pair of green eyes, and let out a low, threatening growl from its throat. It used its pair of claws to dig into the ground, as if trying to block the hole.
He Mu took out his cell phone and shone into the hole. The Nightmare Tapir in the hole wasn't much different from in the illustration.
Small in size, covered in gray fur like a large squirrel, and even looking a little adorable.
But He Mu knew that this fella wasn't one to be trifled with.
According to the case description attached to the illustration, this Nightmare Tapir was extremely mischievous, often inducing humans to self-harm or even suicide.
In addition, it had a strong sense of vengefulness. It would remember someone and would return for revenge even after a year or two.
Of course, He Mu wouldn't give it the opportunity to retaliate. Seeing that the hole was about to be covered, he extended his hand into the hole and swiftly gave a precise chop to the Nightmare Tapir's neck.
The Nightmare Tapir instantly fainted and collapsed in the hole.
He Mu made sure it was really unconscious several times before lifting it out.
It wasn't that he was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to kill it, but this kind of mind-interfering monster was worth a lot more alive than dead.
The main reason why there were few bounties for capturing or killing monsters in the Red Mist Alliance was because the monsters themselves had a very high value.
And after the monster was captured or killed, its ownership would naturally belong to the person who completed the mission.
"Thank you… Are you a Red Mist Fighter?"
The young woman's somewhat panicked voice came from across the road.
He Mu carried the Nightmare Tapir and replied. "You're welcome. Do pay more attention to the official news in the future."
"I work the night shift, so I sleep during the day and don't pay attention. By the way, what's your name?"
The young woman asked boldly.
He Mu smiled and waved his hand airily, before turning around and leaving the area.
…
More than ten minutes later.
He Mu once again returned to the Red Mist Bar. It was four in the morning and the crowd in the bar had just dispersed, with only a few drinkers lying under the tables snoring.
In addition to that, Uncle Li was still lying on the counter and laughing at his phone as he did during the day.
Doesn't this guy need to sleep?
He Mu commented in his head and approached the counter, placing the Nightmare Tapir on top of it.
"Uncle Li, I finished that mission in the industrial area."
"This is…"
Uncle Li sat up straight, took out his phone, and swept it against the Nightmare Tapir.
"So it is a Nightmare Tapir. Good job, kiddo. This little guy has at least a combat power of 2. How did it go? Were you hurt?"
"I'm not. Everything went well."
He Mu replied with a smile.
"Heh, you're starting to resemble your big brother like how he first started out. How do you intend to deal with this Nightmare Tapir? Do you want to exchange for money here, or use it for your cooking?"
"Exchange for money." He Mu didn't think twice and said.
"Yeah, I would do that too. A living Nightmare Tapir certainly is rare. Let me see how much it's worth…"
Uncle Li said and typed on the keyboard again. Not long after, he clicked his tongue and sighed: "Tsk, 150,000 yuan. Give me your bank card, I'll transfer it in right away."
He Mu heard him, retrieved his bank card from his pocket, and placed it on the counter.
Uncle Li took the bank card, transferred 150,000 yuan into it in front of He Mu, and returned the bank card to He Mu's hand, while speaking in a serious tone.
"He Mu, I still suggest you go to school…"
"Thank you, Uncle Li, I understand."
…
A few moments later.
He Mu left the Red Mist Bar and entered the 24-hour supermarket in the Red Mist Alliance with "big bucks" of 230,000 yuan.
He bought 10 pieces of fish like the one he ate at noon yesterday.
In addition, he also bought several sets of extremely durable clothes, as well as a set of special training clothes.
Upon wearing these training clothes, one would feel as if one's body was tied with several shackles. Be it walking or any other movement, it required a great deal of effort.
These bits and pieces added up to cost a small sum of 100,000 yuan.
Red Mist Fighters earned money quickly, but also spent money terrifyingly fast.
After buying the necessities, He Mu chose to return home on foot.
By the time he arrived home, it was already dawn.
After taking a shower in the bathroom, He Mu lay down on the bed and fell into deep thought, looking at the ceiling.
He wanted to leave Nancheng, and the best way was through the "unconventional channel" that Uncle Li mentioned.
But it wasn't easy finding that unconventional channel, let alone Lingzhou City being the destination.
Therefore, he had to prepare for another route.
To go back to high school, he needed to wait a year, and to join the army, he needed to wait two years.
The fastest way in front of him was instead to reach 100 city contribution value.
Because his combat power was rising fast, and with more strength, he could take on more dangerous missions.
If things went well, perhaps in two or three months, his city contribution value would reach 100.
But he also knew his shortcoming, which was not much combat experience.
Carrying out the missions of the Red Mist Alliance would be no joke. Moreover, not every mission would be as successful as today's was.
Sometimes it would be inevitable for him to experience a life-and-death struggle. He seldom killed in his previous life as well. In this life, apart from killing a murderer moments after his birth, he didn't even step an ant to death.
As it was obviously impossible.
"Sigh, there isn't any lost knowledge for me to learn either."
He Mu sighed at the ceiling.
Red Mist Fighters didn't have any boxing or sword techniques to learn. Ultimately, it was because there were too many types of monsters.
Different monsters had different weaknesses. One simply couldn't cope with a routine, so the only way was to improvise.
But there was still a difference between Red Mist Fighters with the same combat power. The difference lay in their respective reaction speeds and body coordination.
The only way to get faster reaction speed and better body coordination was to go through some special training, plus a lot of actual combat.
And the actual combat necessarily represented danger.
He Mu wasn't afraid of danger. He wasn't a timid person. What he was afraid of was that if he died, the real cause of his big brother's death would forever remain a mystery.
And with the passage of time, his big brother would certainly be nailed to the pillar of shame.
His big brother was already dead and even though he could no longer care, He Mu would still be mindful.
If his big brother had died as his father had, he would have nothing to say.
But in this situation, there was no way for him to accept it.
At this thought, He Mu took a deep breath.
He had decided to wait until he had a combat power of 20, before accepting the missions that required a combat power of 10.
This way, he could concentrate on just one thing for a period of time and greatly improve his efficiency. It would also allow him to quickly increase his real-world experience in relative safety.