"What? The Ivomona ritual was sabotaged by a remnant of a hsac?!"
A roar echoed from the gloomy and terrifying manor.
The "Holy Mother" sat on a stone chair carved with the image of a pharaoh, her face contorted as she glared at the servant reporting to her.
"Mercy, Holy Mother, I only just received information from the Sister. The intruder has accomplices!"
To avoid being crushed like an insect by the enraged "Holy Mother,"
The servant kneeling on the ground threw out another piece of information.
"Moreover, we know the intruder's name – he's from Huaxia!"
"Oh?" Hearing this, the "Holy Mother's" anger visibly subsided.
"Tell me more."
"His name is Zhu Mingjun. He destroyed the ritual, snatched a meteorite, and fled. The Sister is already tracking him and will soon bring him back."
The person on the stone chair remained silent, resting their chin on their hand as if in thought.
As a servant, he naturally wouldn't dare to act rashly.
"Send a message to the Sister, instruct her to remain in Ivomona and be ready to come over at any time."
The "Holy Mother's" expression was unreadable, but her tone grew more solemn.
Though the servant didn't understand what could be more important than the ritual, he withdrew with the command.
Only the "Holy Mother" was left alone in the vast room, murmuring to herself.
"Zhu Mingjun? Another new name. Could this be a diversion? Has Huaxia discovered my hidden pawn in the Siberian Far East? Is Lin Yuan already on his way?"
The situation seemed to be slipping step by step from her control.
This feeling was deeply unpleasant. Her exquisite beauty was marred by anger, with interwoven red blood vessels appearing in the cracks.
"It's time to feed. My body cannot afford any more problems before the ritual."
...
A day passed quickly. Lin Yuan and his companions found no signs of pursuit. The entire Ivomona seemed to be in a state of slumber.
There were no movements.
Trister had already returned the previous night and sent a telegram to confirm his safety.
The members of the Traveler organization arrived in the morning. Just as Lin Yuan had guessed, everyone had a snowmobile.
"Kid, you'd better pray everything you said is true. Monchi, you stay here and keep an eye on him. We're going to get the goods," the Traveler organization's high-ranking official said, leaving with the main group in a mighty procession.
As they left, they disarmed Lin Yuan and instructed Monchi to guard him.
After everyone else had left, Monchi scratched his head and said apologetically, "Sorry, my friend, this is a necessary procedure."
Lin Yuan smiled, unconcerned about his current predicament, and simply asked, "Monchi, can they find the place I told them about?"
"Absolutely. As long as there's money to be made, their noses are sharper than dogs', and you even gave them a map."
"..."
Seriously, won't they feel bad saying that about them, considering you're part of the Traveler organization too!
"Did you finish making my weapon?"
Mentioning this got him excited, and he quickly went to a nearby room to retrieve the finished item.
"Here, this is it," Monchi said, brandishing a stone spear a few times. "The nature of this stone is rather peculiar. Not only is it hard, but it also has high toughness. It took me a lot of effort to craft this. Don't worry, they'll release you as soon as my boss and the others retrieve the items."
"Hahaha, no problem. But Monchi, I have to leave now. I'm sorry." They had tied his hands but forgotten to tie his feet.
Lin Yuan, who hadn't displayed his strength in front of the Traveler members, was naturally underestimated.
With a sudden exertion of power in his waist, he performed a quick sit-up.
"Huh?" Monchi, engrossed in fiddling with the weapon, looked up to see a shoe flying towards him.
"What the..." After a heavy blow to the jaw, Monchi managed to utter a single word before his vision went black and he collapsed.
He clamped the arrowhead on the ground with his foot, flicked it backward, and caught it steadily with his hand, then began cutting his ropes. In less than a minute, he was free.
He quickly went to another room to put on his combat suit and gather his equipment. Returning to the room, he took all the arrows and short spears on the ground, and the bow and arrows on the wall, loading them onto himself.
This resulted in the Vector submachine gun having to be carried in front. However, it didn't matter; if he encountered enemies later, he could simply empty the Vector's magazine. North Canyon most likely wouldn't have .45 caliber ammunition as backup.
"Don't you... go..." Monchi's voice came from the ground, his hands still desperately trying to grab Lin Yuan.
He woke up so quickly?
It could only be said that Monchi lived up to his muscles.
Then he was met with another punch from Lin Yuan, which would definitely ensure he slept for half the day.
"Gained a sleep as peaceful as an infant."
To prevent him from waking up and reporting this to the Traveler organization, Lin Yuan also tied him up, using his own methods against him.
Finally, with a touch of mischief, he tied a bow.
The boss's expression upon seeing this scene would surely be quite interesting.
After dealing with the situation here, Lin Yuan put on his gas mask, violently smashed open Monchi's box, took out the healing potion inside, and prepared to depart.
This was the last vial he had. He had brought out only two in total; one was given to Monchi for experimentation, and this one was stolen in the morning and locked in the cabinet.
This simple-minded, sturdy man wasn't as honest and kind as he appeared.
Therefore, Lin Yuan had no mercy, sparing his life out of consideration for the weapon he had crafted.
From the conversations the previous day, he had already figured out the route from here to North Canyon. The roads were blocked by heavy snow, so to save time, he had "borrowed" the snowmobile.
With a blank expression, he twisted the throttle, and Lin Yuan's figure quickly disappeared into the snow.
After riding for about an hour, he exited the mountains and forests and saw an asphalt road.
Checking the route, he was currently about 20 kilometers south of North Canyon.
If he continued like this, it would be evening by the time he reached the abandoned manor, but Lin Yuan had no other choice.
He had to hurry. What he had seen and heard in the church had struck his bottom line. Lin Junhui was likely in danger, even though the little one wasn't even a month old.
But the people of the Eternal Life Cult were a bunch of lunatics. Rules were merely toilet paper in their eyes. No one knew what they would do next.
He buried the snowmobile in the snow and ran along the road with his gun. Fortunately, everything he carried was secured, either in a combat bag or wrapped tightly with cloth strips, preventing it from clattering.
Just as Lin Yuan had run nearly 10 kilometers and intended to stop to recalibrate his route and replenish his energy,
He had just squatted down when,
"Buzz!"
An arrow grazed his helmet and struck a tree behind him.
The arrow shaft was still trembling, emitting a faint buzzing sound.
A powerful crossbow?
There were hunters nearby!
Facing such a deadly weapon as a crossbow, Lin Yuan did not dare to be careless. He rolled over to the cover of a roadside rock.
With the enemy concealed and himself exposed, he needed to remain calm.
"Hey friend, we can talk about this," he shouted first in English. He still held out hope that this was just an ordinary hunter who had stumbled upon his territory, and that an explanation would suffice.
However, after waiting for a long time, there was no response.
Lin Yuan had a bad feeling. This time, he was likely dealing with unreasonable and ruthless individuals.