Chapter 1 Under Mount Xie Ming

Under Mount Xie Ming, in the town, Jiang Cheng and his group were still waiting for news.

The day after receiving Lin Wan'er's call, Luo Yunshan came to their door to convey the latest instructions. The higher-ups had approved their plan. Once the support troops arrived, they would set off together to investigate Linxian Manor.

He also emphasized that their goal this time was only to scout the way, to determine the reality within Linxian Manor. Once they confirmed the existence of the Night Watch high-level members, they had many ways to eliminate these guys.

But to Luo Yunshan's surprise, not only Jiang Cheng, Fatty, and the others rejected his plan, but even Number 2 and Number 13, who were eager for revenge, also refused. There seemed to be some kind of unknown understanding between these people.

"Do you have any concerns?"

Luo Yunshan didn't force them, because it wasn't a direct order from above, but he wanted to know the reason. Overnight, it seemed that many things had happened that he didn't know. This feeling of not being able to control the overall situation made him very uneasy.

"Concerns are out of the question, but we have too little information in our hands now. I think we should be better prepared." Number 2 replied calmly, with no visible waves on his face.

As for Jiang Cheng's reason, it was even more sufficient. He bluntly said that his Door, in order to save him, had broken through the other party's obstruction in the dream several times, and therefore suffered a strong backlash, temporarily losing contact with him.

A disciple without the power of the Door was no different from an ordinary person, and in some ways, even inferior to an ordinary person. Obviously, he was no longer suitable for such a mission.

Compared to this mission, Luo Yunshan was more concerned about Jiang Cheng's physical condition. "This time, thanks to you, otherwise we wouldn't know how many people we would have lost. How is it? Is your condition serious?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem, but I need time to recover."

After hearing Jiang Cheng's answer, Luo Yunshan was slightly relieved. At the same time, he assured Jiang Cheng and the others, "In that case, the action plan will be postponed. I will explain the situation to the higher-ups."

"Thank you, Mr. Luo."

"Also, although this matter seems to have come to an end, no one knows if there will be any aftereffects. If you have any discomfort in your body, you must tell me, don't have any concerns, I will do my best to help you."

Luo Yunshan's sincere attitude won everyone's favor. After Jiang Cheng and the others thanked him, Luo Yunshan turned and left.

"Mr. Luo is really a good person. I thought he was going to force us to go." After Luo Yunshan left, Fatty slumped on the sofa and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Hearing this, Yao Shunyu turned his head to look at Fatty, lowered his voice and reminded him: "Brother Fugui, you can know a person's face but not their heart. In my opinion, this Mr. Luo is not a simple person either. Right now, he doesn't dare to push us too hard. After all, your and Brother Jiang's strength is obvious, and he doesn't dare to go too far with these two brothers."

With Yao Shunyu's knowledge, he naturally knew what kind of guys were in Crimson. These people had a fierce reputation. Whether it was Yao Shunyu or Li Bai, they were very polite to Number 2 and Number 13.

It was Number 13, who seemed the least reliable, who stood up and waved his hand at Yao Shunyu, who was frowning slightly. "You're overthinking it. This Mr. Luo is not that kind of person. If we don't want to go, he won't force us. He just needs a reason to explain to the higher-ups."

Hearing Number 13 say this, Yao Shunyu also wisely shut his mouth.

The six people sat down and began to discuss what to do next.

At noon, good news came that Number 3 was completely out of danger, but his emotions were very bad. Number 2 guessed that as the dream carrier, he most likely knew everything in the dream, but was unable to prevent the tragedy from happening.

Number 13 sighed pretentiously, "Number 3 might be able to accept other things, but he will never forgive himself for almost causing the death of the Teacher."

Fatty kindly defended Number 3, "But it's not his fault!"

"That's a very conceited guy. The Teacher is his belief, more important than his life."

Number 2 was also not optimistic about Number 3's situation. He knew the other party very well. Compared to hurting the Teacher, losing the Door was simply insignificant to Number 3.

"But losing the Door, although losing power, also escaped the curse, didn't he? As long as Number 3 can come out of the shadows, this is not a bad thing for him."

Fatty looked at the problem in a different way. He vaguely remembered a similar situation that almost happened to Doctor, in a building, in the script of Midnight Killer.

As long as Doctor escaped the building that rainy night, he would have a chance to get rid of Wu.

But Doctor went back to find Wu without hesitation, which made Huai Yi very puzzled.

Number 2 and Number 13 all looked at Fatty, with an unspeakable strangeness in their eyes. After a moment of silence, Number 13 couldn't help but say, "Number 10, things are not that simple here. Back then, Number 4, he also..."

Speaking of this, Number 13 suddenly stopped, but Fatty seemed to have caught something, and asked urgently, "Number 4, what happened to Number 4 back then?"

Fatty already knew that Number 4 was Pi Ruan, and he had a special affection for Number 4.

Number 13 knew that he had misspoke, and immediately stopped talking. He clearly remembered how miserable Number 4 looked when he died, his whole body, especially the face he was so proud of, was rotten.

"Number 4 left peacefully, without any pain, because he was satisfied and had no regrets being able to be by your side during the last period of time." Number 2's voice was very soft, but it had an unquestionable persuasiveness.

Hearing this, Fatty's eyes immediately turned red, and Jiang Cheng couldn't help but turn his face away, pretending to look out the window.

The whole afternoon was spent in this peaceful and quiet atmosphere. After Number 2 and Number 13 left, Jiang Cheng and Fatty tacitly didn't mention Pi Ruan again, as if this person had never existed.

After nightfall, the whole town was relatively quiet. Luo Yunshan arranged the most stringent security measures for them, although these were of little use in Jiang Cheng's eyes.

The night gradually deepened. Because of the recent events, everyone was very tired, and they all went to sleep one by one. Only Jiang Cheng was still awake. He tried to contact Wu, but the other party did not respond.

But fortunately, he could sense that Wu's aura was still there. Wu had not left. What he said to Luo Yunshan before was not entirely an excuse. In that terrifying nightmare, Wu did expend a lot of energy, and now he needed to rest, and therefore fell into a deep sleep.

Listening to Fatty's even and steady breathing, the recent events came to Jiang Cheng's mind one by one, especially the Paradise Tower standing in a strange place. As soon as he closed his eyes, it was the shadow of that building, with soft songs and dances, and bright lights. Everywhere he looked, there was a scene of prosperity, but Jiang Cheng knew that all of this was fake.

If Jiang Cheng had to describe it, that building was more like a tomb. The ones dancing in red gauze were just skeletons, without consciousness, like a beautiful puppet show.

Thinking about it, his eyelids began to droop uncontrollably, until they were completely closed, as if there was an indescribable aura gradually shrouded in this small space.

The clock on the wall was still swinging back and forth. Everything around looked normal, but... but something was quietly changing.

Slowly, the second hand in the clock seemed to be hindered by something, and it was moving slower and slower, until finally, with a "tick", it stopped.

Almost at the same time, the four people in the room opened their eyes at the same time. After Fatty woke up, he rolled off the bed onto the ground with a激灵, constantly slapping his body, as if there was a fire burning, shouting: "Fire! It's so hot, it's burning me to death!"

Yao Shunyu and Li Bai were about the same, only Jiang Cheng bit his lip tightly, enduring the burning pain and stood up.

After about a few seconds, the burning sensation subsided, and Fatty climbed up from the ground.

The crowd exchanged glances, and they understood.

The time... had come.

What was supposed to come, came again after all, but this time the time was much faster than everyone expected.

Taking a few deep breaths, stabilizing his mind, the four slowly walked towards the door, gently pushed open the door, and as everyone expected, there was no one in the corridor that was supposed to be heavily guarded, but there were a few chairs.

Jiang Cheng knew that not long ago, there were people sitting on these chairs, the duty personnel protecting their safety.

And they were not ordinary people, all disciples.

But now, everyone had disappeared. It seemed that only the four of them were left in this hospital.

Fatty reached out and pushed open the door next door, which was also arranged as a bedroom. The small room was crowded with two beds. The beds were relatively messy, and the pillows were sunken downwards, with obvious traces of sleeping, but strangely, there was no one here, not a single one.

And this room was the room of Number 2 and Number 13.

Walking all the way downstairs, a strange aura was spreading everywhere. Jiang Cheng had experienced a similar feeling, but none of them were as strange and strong as this time.

Sure enough, pushing open the door of the hospital, with the help of the dim street lights, the old bus was parked not far outside, alone, like a dying old man.

Stiff and lonely.

If he remembered correctly, there used to be a parking lot there, but now all of these had disappeared, leaving only an old station standing there quietly.

Without panic, the four of them walked towards the bus with firm steps. With the "creak--" sound of the car door opening, Jiang Cheng took the lead to get on the bus, followed by Fatty, Yao Shunyu, and Li Bai last.

The bus was still shrouded in a layer of light blue mist. After looking around, the light in Jiang Cheng's eyes gradually went out. He did not find the ghost bride, nor did he see the figures of Huai Yi and Wang Qi.

The ominous premonition in his heart was gradually becoming a reality.

After a brief hesitation, Jiang Cheng walked towards the front of the bus. Jiang Cheng had been thinking about the driver's seat on this bus for a long time. Since the two law enforcers on the bus had been resolved, then next, it was naturally the turn of the old president.

Obviously, Lin Wan'er's transfer plan had failed. As Lin Wan'er said, they had no other way, they could only rely on themselves.

Strangely enough, Jiang Cheng did not feel regret or panic after losing assistance. His heart was quite calm, as if all of this was normal.

In other words, he felt that it should have been like this. Some roads were destined for him to walk alone.

His body squeezed into the mist little by little, and the field of vision in front of him was compressed little by little. He walked a long way, and had never walked so far on the bus, passing one seat after another.

He could even vaguely remember which ghosts had appeared on some seats, but now, all of these seats were empty, as if they had been cleared by some terrifying existence, in order to welcome the upcoming battle.

Without any fear, Jiang Cheng continued to walk forward firmly, and Fatty and the others followed behind him.

He didn't know how far he walked, and he didn't know how long it took. Time and distance seemed to have lost their meaning at this moment. This was a special world.

But Jiang Cheng knew that they were getting closer and closer to the goal, because a cold chill was gradually coming, and then spreading along the limbs to the whole body. A fear from the bottom of his heart was spreading, and everything was developing towards an irreversible consequence.

Finally, Jiang Cheng, who was at the front, stopped.

Through the gap, Fatty's pupils also trembled. He saw it, he really saw it! This ghost car finally came to an end, that driver's seat!

An obscure figure was sitting in the driver's seat, because the driver's seat was surrounded by a layer of transparent glass, and the glass seemed to have experienced a long time, and it was already covered with dust.

From the direction of Jiang Cheng and Fatty, they could only see a blurred back, the back was very thin, it was not an exaggeration to describe it as withered, wearing a black suit, like some kind of uniform, or like an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit.

In short, this figure sitting there was like a mountain, making people awe-inspiring.

And what surprised Jiang Cheng and others even more was that on the transparent glass surrounding the driver, there were also densely packed knife marks, and even obvious claw marks left by sharp claws. In this environment, everything seemed particularly strange.

Especially one place was the heaviest, a fist mark, almost breaking the glass. From this mark, one could fully feel the power of this punch, which was simply unmatched.

But who would attack the old president on this car?

In a trance, Jiang Cheng immediately thought of those people Lin Wan'er mentioned before. She called these people the resistance army.

Yes, that's right, that's the name.

Resistance army!

The resistance army led by Xia Tan!

For some reason, when he saw that crazy fist mark, Jiang Cheng subconsciously thought that this must have been left by Xia Tan. After all, over the years, only Xia Tan had escaped from this ghost car, although at the cost of the complete erosion of the Door in his body, and the sacrifice of all the resistance army members.

But the achievements of Xia Tan and others were obvious to all. He severely damaged the old president's field, delayed the Night Watch's plan by 20 years, and gave them a chance to breathe at that time.

He respected this person, and what this senior did not finish, he would finish today, not only for him, but also for himself, and those dead brothers, and all those who were deceived by the Night Watch and fell into their lies!

Without hesitation, Jiang Cheng took a step and approached the driver's seat. Everything was going to come to an end today!

But before he could touch the glass, suddenly, a hand stretched out from the mist on the side of the driver's seat and grabbed him. It was a greenish-blue ghost hand.

It seemed to have been planned for a long time.