Chapter 316: Chapter 272: Puppet_2
But this time, Sun Qiya had no way out, her situation was only marginally better than Yang Xiao’s; she was cornered behind a wall and the moment she showed her head, she would be met with an arrow.
"No way, I can only detect people who are close by," Sun Qiya responded through her headset. It was clear that some of the evil cultivators had caught on, after taking a hit they probably figured out her ability and were now keeping their distance to suppress them with arrows from afar.
More dangerously, Yang Xiao faintly heard a series of delicate footsteps coming from outside the door. Clearly taking advantage of their suppression, someone from the other side was approaching. Yang Xiao worried that these people might still have guns. If the person coming his way carried a shotgun like before, then they were in trouble.
He couldn’t wait any longer; Yang Xiao reached into his backpack, pulled out the Underworld Robe, and quickly put it on. With a thought, a copper mirror appeared in his hand.
The mall was full of mirrors and large panes of glass; this was his home court. The spot where Yang Xiao was currently situated was a women’s clothing store with a fitting mirror right behind him.
A moment later, Yang Xiao emerged from a pane of glass in a nearby shop, unnoticed as a ghost. He looked around and saw two people hunched over, sneaking toward the room he had just been in. The one leading had his hands held in front of his chest, obviously carrying something.
Yang Xiao scoped out the area and quietly followed them from behind. When he was about 5 meters away, he suddenly fired at the backs of the two men.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
This time, he was in full-automatic firing mode, emptying the clip almost instantly. The two didn’t even have a chance to react before they were riddled with bullets and fell to the ground.
Immediately, Yang Xiao ducked back into the nearest large pane of glass and his figure vanished instantly. From the glass looking outward, several arrows whizzed past, all aiming at the spot where he had been just moments before.
"Hit and run, truly thrilling!"
Yang Xiao’s proficiency with the copper mirror grew, and it had to be said that it was an ideal weapon for murder, theft, and surprise attacks. No wonder the Yu Yuan Sect valued it so highly.
After Yang Xiao’s interference, the Yu Yuan Sect members didn’t dare to advance rashly anymore. Both sides were at a standoff. Seizing the opportunity, Yang Xiao used the copper mirror to teleport stealthily to the outside of Beibei and the others’ door and then walked in.
In fact, he could have teleported directly beside those people, but Yang Xiao feared it might cause a misunderstanding and result in him being accidentally shot or slashed.
Seeing Yang Xiao arrive, Beibei finally felt relieved. Wu Zhengwu and Sun Qiya were also there; the four of them were reunited at last.
Beibei peeked out quickly and immediately drew two sharp arrows; the enemy was watching them closely.
"We can’t stay pinned down like this," Beibei seemed to make up her mind. She pulled a necklace from her neckline, which had a very small and delicate pendant attached to it.
Suddenly, upon seeing the pendant, Sun Qiya’s face went pale and she grabbed Beibei’s hand, pleading repeatedly, "Beibei, don’t do that, it’s not necessary, really not necessary."
Beibei shook off Sun Qiya’s hand, took several red cords out of her pocket, and distributed them to everyone present, "Tie the cord around your left wrist, remember, left wrist, don’t get it wrong."
After Beibei tied the red cord around her own left wrist, each person did the same, and she even made a point to double-check with everyone. Yang Xiao knew that Beibei was preparing to use the Resentful Eye, and he was very curious - what sort of ability could scare Sun Qiya to such an extent.
Then he saw Beibei take a deep breath, detached the pendant from the necklace, and with a swing of her arm, as if throwing a Poké Ball, tossed the pendant out the doorway, "Go, kill them for me!"
Yang Xiao: "???"
The next second, Sun Qiya ducked and crouched, hiding terrified behind cover. Unable to curb his curiosity, Yang Xiao slowly extended his hand a little bit further from behind the cover, observing the outside situation through the reflection in the mirror.
After a moment, Yang Xiao was stunned. His expression was more amazing than if he had seen a ghost. Outside in the dimness, a tall figure stood up.
This figure was over 3 meters tall, with a blue body, a giant round head, and white face, belly, hands, and feet; its limbs were round and furry. Enormous eyes that looked like light bulbs were set on that adorable face with a big red nose and three whiskers on each cheek.
"What the hell..." Yang Xiao’s brain short-circuited. Wasn’t this Doraemon? Beibei’s ability was to summon a Doraemon? A 3-meter-tall Doraemon?
The next second, Yang Xiao saw Doraemon slowly wind up its round fists and with one punch, sent a human figure flying.
He really got flung away, flying dozens of meters before Yang Xiao finally heard the distant sound of impact, a "slap" sound, as though something had shattered.
Dozens of arrows flew in, lodging themselves in Doraemon’s body and that enormous head, but to no avail. Doraemon swayed its body as if completely oblivious, mechanically and stiffly chasing after the evil cultivators. It seemed slow, but its speed was actually not insignificant. Anyone caught by it was hammered to death with a punch, the scene extremely bloody.
Yang Xiao’s eyes widened as he saw Doraemon punch through the glass door, simultaneously exploding the head of the evil cultivator hiding behind it.
"Can’t find me, can’t find me..." Sun Qiya murmured repeatedly in a low voice, clutching her head, her face deathly pale.
Yang Xiao suddenly had a bad premonition and hurriedly looked towards Beibei, "What... what does she mean by that? Can that thing still find us?"
"Generally not." Beibei forced a strained smile towards Yang Xiao, but he immediately saw through her, knowing she had no confidence either.
"Don’t worry, Captain. It won’t come after us before it’s killed all the evil cultivators nearby," Beibei lifted her hand, pointing to the piece of red cloth, "We have this."
"And after it’s killed them all?" Listening to the screams outside, Yang Xiao felt that Beibei too qualified to be captured as an evil cultivator, punching a hole in the wall—who could withstand that?
Swallowing hard, Beibei said nervously, "After that, it’s hard to say, but don’t worry, this thing has limitations. It can only last a very short time."
"How long?"
"A stick of incense."
Yang Xiao calculated, a stick of incense was roughly 15 minutes, but judging by the looks of those evil cultivators outside, they probably couldn’t last 15 minutes.
For the first time, Yang Xiao hoped the evil cultivators could hold on a bit longer.
Moments later, what Yang Xiao had feared the most still happened. Outside, the noise gradually subsided, but he couldn’t understand—was that all the evil cultivators could do? What about the Venerable One, the Great Heretic Cultivator? Was he hammered too?
"Captain, they definitely ran away, these guys are really cunning." Beibei peeked from behind the cover, only her shifty eyes visible.
"They can escape the chase if they get out of a certain range?" Yang Xiao reacted.
"Ah." Beibei nodded.
"Then what the hell are we waiting for here? Why didn’t we run away with the evil cultivators just now?" Yang Xiao began to doubt whether the price Beibei paid to summon this thing was her brains.
"We can’t run, running will get us noticed, and it will switch targets to chase us." Beibei lifted the red string in her hand, explaining again.
Yang Xiao immediately wanted to untie the red string; this thing was now a locator, and he could already hear the violent mechanical cat’s footsteps thudding closer.
"You can’t untie it, if you do, it will appear right beside you instantly." Beibei grabbed Yang Xiao’s hand firmly and told him very seriously.
"I’ll hold it back, you guys run first." Wu Zhengwu picked up the broad-back hunting knife, ready to stand up. As the strongest close-quarter combatant among them, he felt it was his responsibility.
Squatting on the ground, Sun Qiya hastily grabbed Wu Zhengwu’s trouser leg, "Captain, don’t go. Last year’s mission at the provincial government office, Uncle Meng did the same thing. He ended up with six broken ribs from one punch and couldn’t get out of bed for a month."
The next second, Wu Zhengwu, who had not yet stood up straight, unceremoniously sat back down and slowly nodded, "In that case, it’s better to take the long view."
Indeed, those who could survive were ones adaptable to circumstances. The stubborn ones, those who could only shout and fight, had their ashes scattered several times over.
The footsteps had already reached outside the door; there was no time to delay. Yang Xiao clenched the copper mirror in his hand, slowly stood up, and in the dim light, left his three teammates with a handsome profile.
"Hide well, I’ll deal with it."
