Chapter 90 Raid
Boom boom! At this moment, a strong wind blew outside the house, as if responding to the words "there is a ghost". The sudden strong wind blew the tent door with a whistling sound, and a flash of thunder flashed in the sky, illuminating the ground with a blue-white light.
It's nine o'clock... Jiang Xian looked at his watch, then at the two old men. They seemed to be extremely nervous. One of them seemed to be unaware of what had just happened, sitting woodenly on the chair. The other was lying on the chair, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling violently.
"Time is merciless." A man who came in turned around. He was thin and looked very smart. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he turned around and looked at Jiang Xian with his eyes slanted. After staring at him for a long time, he suddenly stretched out his hand: "Are you Jiang Xian?"
Jiang Xian smiled and nodded, politely extended his hand and shook it gently with the other party. At the moment when they were about to touch each other, the other party's fingers twisted around his fingers like a snake.
Between the fingers, a cold light flashed - that was the blade hidden in the hand!
Jiang Xian's expression remained unchanged, still smiling, and their fingers were like the undulating waves, changing positions in an instant. The blade was like a fishing boat in the river, disappearing in an instant and reappearing mysteriously.
The ten fingers were incredibly flexible. Five seconds later, the thin man shuddered all over and looked at his fingers in disbelief, his mouth wide open.
The blade had been caught in Jiang Xian's hand at some point, pointing at the opponent's mouth!
The skill that I was most proud of...couldn't even last for five seconds?!
In this awkward silence, Jiang Xian smiled and said, "The thieves' sect still has its legacy? Didn't old man Jin die during the Anti-Japanese War?"
"Do you know the Grandmaster?" The thin man gasped. Before he could continue, Jiang Xian said quietly, "It's a pity that I'm not up to the task yet and haven't learned the Lingxi Finger Technique. But this move of White Dragon Flipping the River has some flavor, it should be a direct descendant... Are you the third-generation leader of the New Thieves Sect?"
The thin man's facial muscles twitched. How the hell was this person having fun?
When it comes to his master's skills, he is more familiar with them than himself and can quote the master's stories at will. Isn't this... a dimensionality reduction attack?
After his muscles twitched for a long time, he honestly bowed his hands and said, "Li Mudong, a disciple of the Thief Sect, nice to meet... Mr. Jiang."
Too young...I can’t call you “senior” no matter what.
"Yes." Jiang Xian accepted the gift calmly, then looked at the other man.
He was tall, with a scar on his face, and also wearing camouflage. When Jiang Xian looked over, he bowed without hesitation and said, "I am a Shaolin lay disciple, Song Chunyu. Meet Mr. Jiang."
Just kidding, he and Li Mudong are on par with each other, and he doesn't want to make trouble for himself.
"We have met each other for now. Let's stop here today and take a rest." Song Yunshen smoothed things over, pinching his brows tiredly: "The mental state of the two professors is sometimes good and sometimes bad. They were in good spirits before you came. Who would have thought..."
Boom! Thunder roared again. A storm was about to come. No one was interested in continuing the conversation. Song Yunshen waved his hand and walked out first. The others also said goodbye to each other and walked out with the two professors.
Jiang Xian just walked out of the door and saw Song Chunyu standing by the tent. Seeing him coming, he smiled and said, "Coincidentally, before you came, there were 35 people in the team, and I was the only one living in a room alone. Brother Jiang is here today, so we can at least be a couple."
The two chatted as they approached the tent. Two steel beds had been set up inside, and the ground was very clean. Song Chunyu took out two small bottles of white wine and a bag of peanuts from the side like a magic trick. Jiang Xian smiled and kicked the luggage aside: "What? Can't you drink alone?"
"That's it!" Song Chunyu unscrewed the bottle and handed it to Jiang Xian. He took a sip himself first, then narrowed his eyes and sighed comfortably: "This is fucking life."
Jiang Xian took a sip. He had a strong self-discipline and would never drink too much - of course, this self-discipline all came from the time he took over Lin Ruoxue. It was said that within less than a month, his nest in Chang'an was chopped up by Dong Xinjiu with a kitchen knife.
"Not to your taste?" Song Chunyu suddenly said.
Jiang Xian shook his head and didn't explain. But Song Chunyu obviously had a lot of imagination, sighed, and actually screwed the lid on: "Yes, this thing will delay things."
"I had quit drinking." He lit a cigarette, took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the boat, blew out a smoke ring, looked at Jiang Xian with a cloud of smoke, then suddenly jumped up and pounced on Jiang Xian like a tiger.
The distance between the beds was only about two meters. With this pounce, he actually leaped over two meters in the air. At the same time, he touched his belt with his hand, and a Yingjisha knife with a cold light appeared, stabbing straight towards Jiang Xian!
Jiang Xian suddenly threw the bottle in his hand over. At the same time, he hooked his hand, and the quilt behind him was covered like a black cloud. At the same time, he kicked Song Chunyu's knee directly.
Boom! With a dull sound, Song Chunyu probably didn't expect him to react so quickly. His knee was hit hard and he instinctively fell to the ground. Just as Jiang Xian jumped up and was about to hit the opponent's carotid artery with his hand, suddenly, his body paused.
There was drug in the wine!
Jiang Xian took a deep breath, fortunately he had not drunk much just now. At this moment, he turned his body in the air, changed his hands into legs, and kicked Song Chunyu hard on the temple.
"Ahhh——!" A painful cry came from under the quilt. In a flash, Jiang Xian had already fallen to the ground. With a sweeping kick and an earth-shaking bang, Song Chunyu made close contact with the ground, twitched violently, and no longer moved.
Thunder flashed by, engulfing everything. Jiang Xian pulled back the quilt and tied up the unconscious Song Chunyu tightly with a marching rope. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, sit on his bed, pick up the opponent's dagger and play with it leisurely.
…………………………
Song Chunyu's head felt heavy and painful.
His eyes seemed to be filled with a tremendous amount of strength, and he almost used all his strength to open them. In his blurred vision, he saw the shadow of Jiang Xian across from him. He instinctively twisted his body, but found that he couldn't move at all.
"If you didn't have the mark of the Changsheng Society on your body, you would be dead now." Jiang Xian's indifferent voice came into his eardrum. He shook his head vigorously and then sighed: "Even if I took the drug, I'm still not your opponent?"
Jiang Xian approached the man, extended the tip of the knife, gently lifted his jaw, and looked directly into his red and swollen eyes: "Give me an answer."
Song Chunyu didn't answer but smiled, looking at Jiang Xian with red eyes: "Are you...really a human?"
Jiang Xian raised his eyebrows and waited for the other party to continue.
"I just want to see if you have any blood." Song Chunyu panted and smiled bitterly: "Just a drop of blood will be enough..."
"You can ask me for it." Jiang Xian pushed the knife in a little further, and suddenly, a drop of blood oozed out of Song Chunyu's throat: "Why did you suddenly attack me?"
Song Chunyu stared at him without saying a word. Jiang Xian took back the knife thoughtfully, tapped his thumb, and a little blood oozed out. In an instant, Song Chunyu trembled all over, and then his whole body went limp.
He buried his head deeply, his shoulders trembling slightly. The next second, he burst into tears without any warning.
It was a suppressed cry, tears streaming down her face, but she bit her lips tightly to prevent any sound. She just stared at Jiang Xian for a long time before she said in a trembling voice: "You are a human... You really are a human... Finally... Finally someone has arrived!"
"I know... I heard that you were coming! Only you can save me!"
Jiang Xian frowned and looked at the other person in confusion.
I am human?
What does it mean?
There aren’t many people here… no… wait!
Jiang Xian stood up suddenly and looked around quickly. He first lifted Song Chunyu's quilt and found that it was covered with talisman papers!
Looking at the tent at the entrance, there is a mirror hanging above it. Under the window, there are peach wood and wooden fish. Under the bed, there is an alms bowl.
"What are you afraid of?" He turned around and stared at the other person: "There are so many magic weapons, and they have all been blessed. Are you preventing..."
“Ghosts——!” Song Chunyu’s eyes were red, and he almost growled through his teeth: “Ghosts… They are all ghosts! There are really ghosts here!!”
"They...they are not human!!"
They... Jiang Xian felt a surge of electricity all over his body and looked at the surrounding tents. What he meant was... these people who came before were not human?
He moved his lips, wanting to say something. But before he could say anything, Song Chunyu desperately twisted forward, and said in a trembling voice with boundless fear: "They look exactly like humans, they can talk and eat, but, but I know... they are not humans! They are another kind of creature covered with human skin!!"
Jiang Xian rubbed his brows, suppressed his racing heart, and asked in a deep voice, "How did you know?"
Song Chunyu's lips trembled, and veins popped up on his forehead, as if he was hesitating. Ten seconds later, a thunderous sound streaked across the sky, and he raised his head as if he had made up his mind. He trembled and said, "Because... Li Mudong... I saw him die with my own eyes."
Once people start talking, it is difficult to stop.
"Shenzhou Exploration Team 2, stationed in Area 003... Do you remember the auction? At that time... not only were you there, we were there too!"
"Team Two is directly under Mr. Deng. At that time, Mr. Deng gave the order to Team Two to intercept those people. I was in Team One, but Boss Xu was not there at the time, so I followed them to the entrance and exit of the sewer. However... However, I didn't expect that as soon as I got out, Li Mudong was shot in the head!"
"He's dead... He's really dead!! He really died in front of me!" Song Chunyu roared like a madman, like a wild animal that was stimulated to madness. He roared at Jiang Xian: "But... But when I returned to the room where we had gathered before in a daze, I... I, I! I saw him again!!"
"He was sitting on the couch in the same position as before he left!"
Boom! Thunder and lightning washed over the sky, and the rain finally poured down. This time, even Jiang Xian's heart skipped a beat.
A dead person...comes back to life?
Just now...you had a fight with me?
There was warmth on those hands, and he had a shadow. So...what the hell was going on?!
Song Chunyu's voice was hoarse: "I was almost scared to death. I immediately reported the matter to the director - I was not qualified enough to call several bosses. As soon as I got through the phone, he told me something incredible..."
His eyes were filled with despair, and besides despair, there was deep fear, and his voice changed its tone: "The director told me... Team Two... There has never been a person named Li Mudong!"
"He seems... seems to be living in my memory! Living in the eyes of everyone he wants to see!"
"He is not a human... He is a monster in human skin!"
"He... must be cursed by something here!!"
"This is the underworld... It's hell! Those two old professors are definitely not human!!!"
