My Waste Husband novel 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.