Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 408: Am I Right, Plague Doctor?

Lynn said warily, "Because we're likely to encounter major trouble in the coming period, we must maintain a sufficient energy supply. However, as long as we last three days, everything will be perfectly resolved."

The surroundings fell into silence, with no sound from Miss Puppet.

Lynn took out the remote control and pressed the third button.

Ding~~~

A strange sensation instantly spread out!

[Ding! Hei Xianyue's Affinity with you -1]

Without a doubt, Hei Xianyue's emotionless voice came through.

"Do you have to make me respond to you?"

Holding the remote control, Lynn said seriously, "It's a special period, we must be cautious. If I'm not sure you're nearby, I won't feel secure."

The surroundings fell silent again.Just as Lynn couldn't resist wanting to press the third button again,

a thin, delicate thread slowly wrapped around Lynn's little finger. Through the subtle vibrations transmitted by that thread, Lynn immediately clearly sensed the consciousness of Miss Puppet at the other end.

Lynn was astonished.

That calm, unfluctuating voice came from the air.

"If the thread is here, I am here."

Lynn: "..."

Clearly, Miss Puppet had grown impatient with his wicked habit of casually pressing the third button.

Although she basically showed no emotional expression.

Hesitating, Lynn looked at the gradually transparent thread on his little finger and instinctively grabbed it, pulling it toward himself.

Hei Xianyue: "..."

He kept pulling it for several meters.

Lynn's hand suddenly touched a cool, transparent little hand he had pulled over.

Indeed, the sensation was exactly the same as that day when he attempted to violate Miss Puppet.

Clearly, Miss Puppet was nearby, and the other end of that thread was wrapped around her little finger.

Lynn instantly had the feeling of being a child, holding hands with his innocent little neighbor girl while visiting a temple fair. Afraid of getting lost, they tied a cat's cradle string to their hands; with just a tug, she would come running over to feed you an ice pop.

Lynn (￣▽￣)／ said, "This makes me feel much more at ease, Miss Puppet. When master and servant are united, their strength can cut through metal!"

Hei Xianyue: "..."

...

Finally.

After walking for nearly three hours, they arrived at the predetermined rendezvous point.

This was still outside the city, a hilly area located in the western outskirts of the Cursed City. Numerous scattered rocks and cysts mutated by the influence of the Flesh Leviathan were distributed around, giving off a chilling, terrifying atmosphere.

"This is the place."

White Night stopped, scanning the surroundings seriously. He glanced at his pocket watch and said,

"Camp No. 3 probably hasn't arrived yet. Rest here, but don't let your guard down. Dismiss!"

The Night Doctors wearing plague doctor masks immediately dispersed, vigilantly checking the surroundings to prevent any unexpected incidents.

Lynn glanced at White Night and said, "Is there also an Eighth-Level Veteran overseeing Camp No. 3?"

White Night nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yes, and he's a senior of mine, a seasoned Elder. His code name is Saint. When I first arrived at Nightfall City, it was that senior who introduced me."

Lynn examined the surroundings and said, "I can see you hold great respect for that senior."

White Night smiled slightly. "His relationship with me is similar to mine with you. Over these decades, he has greatly influenced me. You could say half of my current achievements are thanks to Senior Saint's guidance and support."

A trace of admiration appeared in his eyes, his heart filled with gratitude.

Lynn nodded, saying no more.

Time slowly passed.

Finally, after waiting for nearly ten minutes, footsteps gradually sounded from within the black fog in the distance.

The Night Doctors immediately turned, looking toward that direction.

"It's Senior Saint's aura."

White Night strode forward, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"It seems they've arrived."

And in the next moment, as the black fog surged, a Night Doctor wearing a plague doctor mask and black leather clothing, with eight crosses engraved on his chest, emerged from the fog.

His appearance clearly showed damaged clothing, as if he had just experienced a major battle not long ago.

The aura emanating from him also gave a feeling of immense power.

"Senior Saint! You've finally arrived! How is the situation at your camp?"

White Night immediately removed his plague doctor mask, his expression grave as he strode toward that Veteran Night Doctor.

A weathered, aged voice came from within Saint's plague doctor mask, hoarsely saying,

"It's good to see you. The situation isn't great. The appearance of the Flesh Leviathan was beyond our expectations. While we were hastily dealing with it, the Plague Doctors hidden in our camp suddenly attacked. We lost many brothers."

He strode closer to White Night.

Reaching out his hand toward him.

What he didn't notice was that among the crowd behind, Lynn's gaze was fixed intently on him.

"We repelled the Plague Doctors' assault, but the situation is still far from optimistic."

He said hoarsely,

"Many are severely injured. They're at the hideout ahead. Come with me quickly. We can discuss the details after we've settled down."

White Night nodded, knowing now wasn't the time for lengthy talk.

He walked over.

Reaching out his hand to shake Saint's.

But at that very moment,

Bang—

A gunshot rang out.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, the bullet instantly grazed White Night's cheek from behind, then accurately struck the center of Saint's plague doctor mask's forehead.

White Night was greatly shaken, sharply turning his head.

Everyone's eyes immediately fell upon the young man who had fired the shot from within the crowd.

"Lynn, what are you doing?!" White Night exclaimed in shock.

Lynn stood calmly there, his Demon Hunter Revolver aimed steadily at the Night Doctor codenamed Saint before White Night.

Gale winds swept, black fog billowed.

A trickle of black blood slowly flowed from that Night Doctor's forehead.

"Apologies." Lynn said calmly, gripping the revolver.

"Perhaps Camp No. 3 has already changed hands. Am I right, respected Plague Doctor?"

Instantly, the entire scene was shaken.

And before Lynn's eyes floated the information panel of that Night Doctor opposite him.

[Saint · Doctor No. 379]

[Level]: ???

[Race]: Biochemical Aberration

[Class]: Night Doctor / Plague Doctor / Plague Bearer

[Alignment]: Chaotic Evil

[Combat Ability]: Unparalleled area clearance and plague-spreading capabilities.

[Introduction]: One of the Eighth-Level Veterans of Nightfall City. Once upholding the ideals of the Night Doctors, he ventured deep into various parts of the Dark World, healing and redeeming countless beings. But at some unknown point, his devout beliefs and faith were bewitched and corrupted by an unknown entity. He wavered, transformed into a Plague Doctor during an operation, and quickly rose to become a high-ranking officer among the Plague Doctors. Yet he remained hidden within Nightfall City, waiting for any opportunity to spread plague and curses.

Lynn gazed deeply at him and said,

"Am I right, Doctor No. 379 of the Plague Doctors."