My Waste Husband
Chapter 1269

Chapter 1269

Nevyle and Marinos had already returned to Eastern City. They looked at the troubled face of Ranjeet, unsure what to do with.

To kill or not to kill?

As the red cardinals of the Recluse Association, they were well aware of the true identity of this round man, the successor of Loulan.

"We can't kill this man." Marinos whispered to Nevyle, "Let's keep him around for a while more. We'll release him after Henry is dead, Henry brought him in on purpose. He just wants this fatso to have an identity as a bystander. He had already planned to trick us before he even arrived!"

"I guess that's the only thing we can do for now. Let's keep fatty here first." Nevyle waved his hand and summoned the fake Knox over.

"I await your orders, My Lord," said the fake Knox respectfully.

Nevyle pointed at Ranjeet. "Let him eat want whatever he wants, satisfy his desires. Don't let him leave this place."

"Yes, my Lord."

"Let's go." Marinos said. "That kid has to die. Let's go find him! I can't rest assured if he still lives."

"Let's go!" Nevyle's eyes blazed with the intention to kill.

In the dense forest, Henry opened his eyes, and felt dry in his mouth and was accompanied with waves of dizziness. The simple bed he had built in the tree hole had started wobbling. The mud and foul water had contaminated Henry's wound, and pus started seeping out from the wounds on some parts of his body.

Henry moved his arm slightly, and the bed that was already at the verge of breaking gave way suddenly, causing Henry to fall heavily to the ground. He was unable to even maintain his balance from such low heights, that was just how terrible his physical condition was.

Henry climbed out of the tree hole. It was already dawn outside. Henry did not know how long it had been since he last shut his eyes. The dried mud all over his body gave off a foul smell, and the infected wounds that were oozing with pus were sickening to look at.

After Henry distinguished the direction of the sun and identified a direction, he began travelling again.

The dizziness in his head did not fade. In the face of all that negativity, Henry could only clench his teeth and push forward. He was completely unable to use his Qi, and could only rely on the extremely weak body of his.

The seemingly endless trek through the jungle felt extraordinarily long for Henry.

He was still in this jungle after the sun had set, and still could not see the end of the path in front of him.

Henry dug out some maggots from a tree trunk and stuffed them into his mouth. These maggots looked disgusting, but they were especially important when trying to survive in the wild. These maggots were packed with protein, which were essential to survival.

Night had fallen, Henry chose not to continue on his journey. The difference in temperature between the day and night in this think forest was great. If he continued on his journey, the heat emissions from his body would expose his whereabouts. Henry did not know how long it had been since he had escaped from the Recluse World, but he was sure that the Recluse Association would never give up on chasing after him.

Every time Henry came across a mud puddle or a stinky swamp, he would spontaneously roll over them. More thick yellow discharge oozed out of his worsened wounds, but he ignored all it.

Being able to grow into what he had currently become after having started from the very bottom of society. He had suffered plenty of pain that no one could bear.

Four days went by in a row.

Henry was moving slower and slower. His body had long gone over its limit. However, Henry was excited to see that the jungle seemed to have become much thinner, which meant that he would soon arrive at the edge of the jungle.

Even so, Henry did not allow himself to relax, because he had no idea of what awaited him outside of this jungle.

It was only evening, but Henry did not continue moving forward. He waited for the darkness to fall. At that moment, he noticed a mud puddle beside him, and proceeded to crawl into it and lay quietly in it. He calmed down his breathing and cooled his body to ensure that his body temperature would not rise.

Time went by. When the sky had finally darkened completely, Henry got up from the mud puddle, all covered in mud, which would help prevent him from being picked up by the heat-sensing devices.

Henry moved steadily, maintaining a stable speed to prevent more heat from being emitted from his body. The number of trees around him was decreasing at a visibly noticeable pace.

The dense forest gradually became sparse, and faint light appeared in Henry's sight. This ordinary light made his body tremble with excitement. He slowed down and walked forward carefully. The specks of light in his sight increased in numbers, just like a starry lit sky.

Henry hid behind a tree. The lights came from a small town, and the forest he was in was on a mountain. He would arrive at the town just after he descended the mountain.

The sound of the steam whistle that came from the town, sounded like music of the heavens to Henry.

Henry cautiously observed his surroundings. After confirming that there was no possibility of an ambush, he walked out of the dense forest, and chose a road that was not flat, then made his way down the mountain.

Halfway down the mountain, Henry looked at the town. The town was huge, but there were not many people living in it, this town was clearly very wealthy. There were nearly no buildings in it, most of them were individual villas that spanned a wide area. Almost every villa had a private swimming pool in it. A huge church was located in the centre of the town. It was obvious that this town was a very religious one.

At that time, the sky was already dark, but the town was still brightly lit, with endless traffic on its streets.

Henry arrived at the foot of the mountain. An iron fence stood in Henry's way. Outside the iron fence, cars were seen going back and forth. This iron fence looked like the line between heaven and hell.

Henry felt the iron fence with his hand. It had no other defence mechanisms like an electric current. The five- meter- high iron fence was nothing for the Henry he used to be, but in his current state, it would take him a lot of effort to climb over it.

When Henry climbed to the top of the iron fence with all his might, he did not even have the strength left to climb down it. With a tilt of his body, he fell directly onto the ground. With this fall, Henry felt

as if every single bone in him was about to be broken into pieces. Fortunately, he fell within the iron fence. If he fell back outside, Henry had no idea when his strength would recover.

It was dark around the iron fence. No one noticed the mud- covered Henry that lay there on the ground.

Henry did not dare to stay on the ground any longer. After recovering a little strength, he struggled to get up and walked into the town. The individually built villas of the town provided Henry with opportunities. If it were like the houses in the urban area that had facial recognition technology installed at the doors, Henry at the state he was in would be unable to seek shelter, but under those circumstances, he was finally able to find an empty house.