The Huang Mao was even more pitiful. He had just revealed his horrifying and frightening car accident death form, but instead of garnering any special attention, he received a ruthless few slaps.
Under the crisp sound of slaps, Huang Mao's face was completely distorted, because the palm prints carried runic marks that had a strong suppressive effect on soul bodies and ghosts.
Liang Li kicked again, sending Huang Mao flying to the paint box previously used for repairing motorcycles. For a moment, the color of Huang Mao's hair changed rapidly until he rolled to the last box, finally settling on green.
A finger pressed against his brow, and Liang Li chanted a mantra.
Huang Mao let out a painful wail, his figure quickly shrank, and in the end, only a green-tinged human skin was left fixed on the ground.
Liang Li casually scraped at the skin with the sole of his shoe, twisting, dissolving, and floating, quickly returning to dust in various forms.
The entire process was extremely fast. Tan Wenbin hadn't even had time to finish the half cigarette in his hand before taking a deep drag, tossing the butt to the ground, freeing up his hands to start clapping.
In front of the small shop, Zhao Yi raised his right hand, complex patterns flowing on his five fingernails. Amidst the old woman's shrill screams, her figure quickly compressed into a ball, grabbed by Zhao Yi's right hand.
Turning around, as he walked out, Zhao Yi tossed the ball up, gave it a gentle bounce, and slapped it forward with his left hand.
"Bang!"
The old woman exploded like a balloon.
After landing, Zhao Yi tidied his clothes while walking towards the restaurant.
The sign at the restaurant's entrance began to blur.
The ghostly apparition maintaining this false environment has been extinguished, and naturally, this area will collapse, turning this roadside service area into a patch of wasteland by the highway.
However, the sign that was just blurry became clear again.
Someone was supporting it.
No need to guess, everyone knew who it was.
When Zhao Yi entered the restaurant, Lin Shuyou and Run Sheng were walking out.
"Run Sheng."
Zhao Yi tossed a box of cigarettes to Run Sheng.
Run Sheng caught it, opened it, and smiled.
Zhao Yi reminded him, "Smoke secretly, don't let Meng Meng see."
Lin Shuyou glanced over, saying, "Just moving fingers, what's there to worry about being seen?"
Zhao Yi: "One finger is no big deal, but here's a whole box, it's different."
Lin Shuyou: "What do you mean?"
Zhao Yi didn't explain, walked inside the restaurant, and sat next to Li Zhiyuan.
On the table was Li's small compass, with a translucent hat placed on it.
Zhao Yi asked, "Have you found it?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Yes, found it."
When the coordinates were first confirmed, the group was prepared for a fierce battle, but upon approaching this service area, a simple scan revealed something was off.
This level was too weak.
Naturally, Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi realized these wandering souls were merely being used as pawns, the real mastermind was not them.
This led to Li Zhiyuan entering for another round of searching.
Zhao Yi: "Are we going?"
Li Zhiyuan: "We need to go."
Zhao Yi: "I stirred things up the first time, now I want to pour cold water. Because, something's off with the pace of this event."
Just days ago, while everyone was still in Nantong, the wind was constant in the Peach Forest, isolating attempts to enter Nantong.
This level of activity was definitely beyond what these little ghosts could produce in this service area. In other words, if these little ghosts indeed participated in the attempt to break into Nantong, they should at least have a basic understanding of the strength and fearfulness of the one beneath the Peach Forest, not to the point of recklessly causing an accident as soon as they left the Nantong Territory.
Furthermore, the person deceiving and using them knows better than them how weak they are and couldn't possibly cause real harm to us.
This was a display of weakness, using these little ghosts as a setup, a bait.
Including when Li Zhiyuan discovered that person, his turning around saying "bold" seemed normal but also contained elements of deliberate performance.
Li Zhiyuan: "Before, we always thought about ensuring the opponent couldn't escape. Now, it's our opponent considering how to prevent us from escaping."
The location of the one in official attire is not far from here. The person chooses to open another battlefront just to lay down a Heavenly Net and Earth Net for us to fall in.
Zhao Yi: "From the opponent's perspective, we can always hide back to Nantong, so the setup inevitably becomes complex. I think we can respect their ideas, since we're not far from Nantong anyway..."
Li Zhiyuan: "If this place isn't far from Jiujiang Zhao, are you willing to bring Zou Jiang's karma back?"
Zhao Yi frankly said, "Certainly not."
Li Zhiyuan: "Solve your own problems; once out of Nantong, stop thinking of the shelter back home."
Zhao Yi: "You're still planning to charge in?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Yes."
Zhao Yi: "I won't persuade you, then. How are we doing it specifically? We're short on time now; since you've 'detected' him, if we're too late, it might raise suspicion."
Li Zhiyuan: "The opposition is either a trap by an array to invite us in, or a blockade wall by a realm. If the opponent were strong enough to wipe us out in one fell swoop, killing as many as seen, it wouldn't be so troublesome, nor would they need to consider our escape back."
Zhao Yi: "Start from their peripheral arrangements? That's your strong suit, but... is there time?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Since they came from Fengdu, they inherit Fengdu's legacy. I'm familiar with this."
Zhao Yi: "More familiar than them?"
Li Zhiyuan pondered for a while and nodded: "Yes."
