Chapter 1822: Chapter 1042: Ninja Team General
Yang Xiao didn’t expect to run into trouble on this trip; indeed, he was born with the protagonist trait—trouble follows him wherever he goes.
"Is it the Ghost Sect?" Yang Xiao lowered his voice to inquire.
"Eight out of ten times, it is. Nobody else would dare to cause trouble for us," Wang Yue Qianxun’s gaze was fixed on the road ahead, her speech urgent and swift: "Mr. Yang, be prepared. Your whereabouts are likely exposed, and they’re coming for you."
"But rest assured, as long as I’m alive, I’ll ensure your safety. If we encounter trouble, find a chance to escape, and I’ll hold them off," Wang Yue Qianxun fully understood Yang Xiao’s importance to their Ju Mountain Family, and the family’s orders were to protect him at all costs.
"Letting a woman protect me—how would I ever show my face again as Yang Xiao?" Yang Xiao showed no fear. After all these stormy years, he’s seen major events; it’s not easy to catch him.
Yang Xiao admitted he spoke too loudly, although all these years, his good sister had his back, he never treated her like a normal woman—she was a female demon lusting after him.
The rain outside intensified further, reducing visibility to just a few dozen meters, and even that was hazy; there seemed to be fog rising around.
Suddenly, two figures appeared not far on the road ahead, standing side by side, blocking the way.
A short distance behind them on the roadside, two cars were parked—one on each side—apparently involved in a previous traffic accident, with triangle warning signs set up ahead.
Upon recognizing the attire of these two from afar, Wang Yue Qianxun’s face turned grim; she confirmed these were the subordinates she had sent out.
They were on a return path now, and logically, these two should be behind them.
What’s more terrifying is their state; they seemed like unconscious puppets, waving hands at them robotically, as if beckoning them to stop so they could get in.
"Don’t stop, accelerate!" Yang Xiao growled, having seen this scene.
Wang Yue Qianxun didn’t need Yang Xiao’s reminder; upon seeing the two clearly, she pressed the gas pedal to the floor, ready to rush forward.
More precisely, to crash through the two, because at the moment she received the information, Wang Yue Qianxun confirmed her subordinates were already dead.
The car’s speed increased sharply, the engine roared wildly. Under the seasoned driving of Wang Yue Qianxun, the high-performance off-road beast unleashed its full potential, rushing forward like a moving steel fortress, unstoppable.
The off-road vehicle hurtled towards the pair at high speed; getting nearer, Yang Xiao also saw—these two were clearly dead, their eyes devoid of light, mouths twisted unnaturally into a chilling grin.
Just as the off-road vehicle was about to smash into the two bodies in the road, a sudden change occurred; two blinding white lights shot out from the side.
The intense light caused a momentary blindness; sitting at the wheel, Wang Yue Qianxun had no time to react. The next moment, the off-road vehicle was lifted and flung away by a great force.
The black off-road vehicle flew a full ten meters high, disintegrating in mid-air, then plummeting heavily onto the ground, momentum hardly diminished, rolling along for dozens of meters before finally coming to a halt.
The scene was extremely tragic; the ground was strewn with parts from the off-road vehicle, flipped beside the road, its driver’s cabin completely deformed and caved in.
The vehicle that knocked the off-road car flying was a heavy truck, which had suddenly charged out from the roadside; its cab was also seriously damaged, bumper hanging, one end dragging on the ground.
At this moment, the truck door was kicked open from the inside, and a figure jumped out.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a truck driver’s uniform, a baseball cap, and white sneakers. His build was sturdy, holding a large wrench as he briskly approached the severely damaged off-road vehicle, peering inside, seemingly trying to check the situation.
But the next second, the world spun violently for the man; in his last moment, he saw his headless body standing by the car.
Having sliced off the man’s head from behind, Yang Xiao’s figure instantly vanished, reappearing near Wang Yue Qianxun’s side.
Not long ago, just when the truck suddenly crashed over, Yang Xiao activated the Soul-Capturing Mirror’s ability instantaneously, dragging Wang Yue Qianxun into the Mirror World.
"Are you alright?" Yang Xiao asked nonchalantly without looking at his side.
"I’m fine." Wang Yue Qianxun lifted her sleeve, revealing the watch on her left wrist.
The watch was quite old-fashioned, with hands instead of digital, though peculiarly, the hour and minute hands seemed rusted in place, leaving the lone second hand occasionally ticking, without a date display.
The watch face was rather distinctive, seemingly crafted from a silver coin, embossed with the portrait of an unknown Western noblewoman.
"Watch out, the real threat has arrived." Yang Xiao cautioned quietly, eyes fixed toward one side.
At this moment, the surrounding fog grew denser; footsteps emerged from its depths, precisely where Yang Xiao’s gaze was locked. A figure slowly emerged from within.
But strangely, the figure stopped at the boundary between the fog and reality, becoming increasingly ethereal.
The newcomer was tall and robust, powerfully built, wearing a dark rain hat, a black ghost mask covering his face, a cylindrical gray tunic on his upper body, a black thin soft armor outside, narrow-legged trousers below, calves wrapped in shin-sleeves, barefoot with straw shoes.
