sjar Chapter 601 - 582: In the Shadow of the Master... (Double-Length)
Chapter 601 - 582: In the Shadow of the Master... (Double-Length)
An hour and a half later.
Night deepened, and the road by the wild grass grew increasingly desolate.
Occasionally, vehicles with high beams would pierce through the darkness, but when the headlights illuminated the road ahead, the drivers invariably slammed on the brakes, producing an ear-piercing screech.
The road was a mess, shattered fragments of lampposts littering the ground, their sharp edges reflecting the headlights, and the asphalt was ravaged with ominous cracks.
In the center of a crack lay a thin, blackened, dried object, partly stuck to the ground, partly fluttering in the wind.
Like a plastic bag, like tattered cloth, or perhaps... ???
The passing drivers widened their eyes but could not see clearly, yet they all instinctively swerved away, tires screeching as they made a quick detour.
Not a single driver stopped to check, nor did anyone bother to report it.
In the deathly stillness, the air seemed to twist slightly.
"This is...
The eerie human skin drifted, emitting a ghostly wu wu sound at this point victory 10000 words, please let everyone imagine, dare not describe...) as if hundreds of mouths were wailing together, chilling to the bone.
"The triangular-eyed guy just lost his bones, Lin Yi only left behind a fart, damn... what’s going on, one Wang Cong and one Feng Mu, is it trendy to eat people in the Second Prison right now?"
A voice emerged from the air.
"The thing is, these teeth marks don’t look like they’re from the same person either?"
Two voices fell silent, the speakers almost suspected they hadn’t left the Hidden Sect at all, but were still inside.
Beside the dense overgrown weeds, there was an unnatural movement, outlining a vague, shifting silhouette.
Then, a tiny, completely deformed miniature surveillance camera was tossed out.
A baby-faced voice pierced through the White Mask, exuding a cold mockery:
"No ambush, but a little gadget trying to capture our faces? Hehehe—"
A voice replied, "Damn treacherous, invites us over but doesn’t show their shadow."
"Thankfully, the team leader anticipated this." Another voice responded coldly.
The baby-face extended the tip of his tongue, slowly licking the mask’s edge, an excitement surfacing in his voice:
"Where are they located now?"
"Based on the phone’s location, Wang Cong has returned to the Second Prison, Feng Mu’s signal is near Martial Arts Hall Street..."
After a brief pause, the voice continued to ask,
"Captain, who should we find first?"
The intangible air brought slight fluctuations, Lin Yi was torn into countless small fragments, drifting away in the wind, together with the baby-face’s laughter:
"Last time we found Wang Cong first, this time let’s reverse the dining order, let’s go, we’ll find Feng Mu first!!!"
........
Martial Arts Hall Street.
Douqiong Martial Arts Hall.
The two heavy, vermilion lacquered doors stood ajar, and beneath the porch, a small figure stood on tiptoe, peeking left and then right towards the direction of the road.
It was Hong Ya.
She had apparently been waiting here for a long time.
The two signature horn braids, due to the owner’s frequent turning, playfully swung to her left shoulder like a restless little fox.
"Junior brother should be arriving soon?"
Hong Ya didn’t stay at the hospital tonight, returned early to the martial arts hall because she received news that her junior brother would be returning tonight.
She heartlessly abandoned the senior brother, leaving him alone to accompany the old woman at the hospital.
If it was the junior brother accompanying, she would be a thousand times anxious, but if it was the senior brother... Hong Ya smirked, feeling entirely justified in her decision.
Usually at this time, she would be happily nestled under her blanket watching dramas.
But since the junior brother entered the martial arts hall, her late-night drama-watching time had been replaced by intensive training.
Unknowingly, Hong Ya became the new generation of hard worker at [Douqiong Martial Arts Hall].
Feng Mu not included; the junior brother recently resided in the Second Prison, belonging to the commuting student category.
Work hard, no escape.
Hong Ya planned to secretly outdo everyone, finally impress the junior brother, ensuring she kept her efforts hidden from all senior siblings.
"Creak—"
The tires’ grinding sound made one’s teeth ache, the engine let out one last unwilling sigh, and the broken-down car staggered to a halt at the martial arts hall entrance.
The car door opened, Feng Mu’s tall figure stepped out, the night wind ruffled his fringe, the gaze behind the frame glasses was calm and gentle.
"Encountered some unexpected events on the road, was slightly delayed, returned late."
Feng Mu’s voice was calm and gentle, he smiled and asked,
"Little senior sister not asleep yet?"
Hong Ya’s eyes spun rapidly, like two black pearls rolling in a jade tray, she laughed and said:
"No, not asleep! I was just... just watching dramas! Yes! Watching dramas! Really good ones!"
Hong Ya waved her small hands chaotically, then quickly distracted, putting on a serious face:
"By the way! Junior brother, glad you’re back, the master said he will personally test your martial arts tonight when you return! To check if you’ve been slacking in the Second Prison!"
Hong Ya hurriedly finished, fearing the junior brother would further question her drama-watching choices or discover her late-night training dark circles, though her fair skin made it hard to tell.
She turned and ran into the yard, her two horn braids drawing cheerful arcs in the air:
"Junior brother, you’re too late! The master’s been asleep for quite a while, wait for me, I’ll go wake him!"
Feng Mu immediately spoke to prevent her:
Since the master elder has already rested, let’s not disturb, testing martial arts is not urgent, tomorrow..."