330: Chapter 128 The Illusion of Excessive Security 330: Chapter 128 The Illusion of Excessive Security The entire room was like a randomly twisted Rubik’s cube, with the ceiling beneath my feet and the exquisite food and drinks from the table now on the walls.
Liu Xiaohui screamed as she felt a weight in her arms; Boss Cui had stumbled into her embrace, while she was still tearing at his clothes.
Boss Cui screamed as well.
The scene was chaotic.
Suddenly, lightning flashed.
A figure, whose face could not be seen clearly, billowed out from the balcony in rolling black smoke.
The balcony, which had now moved to the position of the ceiling, saw Wang Yunxiao holding the Whip of Duke Thunder.
Grabbing onto the door frame next to him with force, he too leapt out.
Quite the character, as expected during the concealed moon.
Tonight, I’ve really encountered a lot of ghosts.
This was no ordinary Faceless One.
Seeing the way he acted, Wang Yunxiao knew at once that he was facing an expert, and perhaps even a core member of that organization.
We are out here working hard in the middle of the night, and you’re here, wrapping your arms around a female student, drinking and feasting?
You’re a dead man today!
Although the situation was prickly, it was exactly the kind of prickly feeling Wang Yunxiao wanted that night.
He was full of fighting spirit.
As he fell from the balcony onto the street, Old Third Ding had already disappeared.
The dark street, as if covered by a layer of fog, became dreamlike, making it difficult to distinguish between south, east, north, and west in an instant.
It had to be some sort of illusion or formation, a tactic Wang Yunxiao had never seen before.
But it was equally unlikely that the opponent knew of his abilities.
Parting the slits in his mask slightly, Wang Yunxiao sniffed, leapt into mid-air, and with both hands clutching the Whip of Duke Thunder, he slammed it down.
There was a burnt smell, a remnant of the Whip of Duke Thunder’s recent discharge.
Nobody knew, not even his own brothers, that Wang Yunxiao possessed exceptionally keen senses.
Even without relying on vision, he could accurately pinpoint the position of his enemies.
When he first arrived in this world, his body was so frail, but he managed to hold his own against the child-eating kitchen matron for several rounds, all thanks to these abilities.
That time meeting with Third Master Ding to design and capture that demon evil spirit, Wang Yunxiao had also splashed vinegar on him, following the scent to break his method of invisibility and concealment.
Ordinary people generally don’t pay special attention to these details.
People can only understand things within their own sphere of cognition.
When their dog barks wildly, many people’s first reaction is to kick it to silence it, without considering whether it has discovered something.
In reality, dogs’ noses are much more sensitive than humans’, able to detect scents completely unnoticed by people, which is why there are police dogs in later times.
Professional criminals with a sense of counter-surveillance would carefully deal with their fingerprints, footprints, clothing, and tools of the crime…
but all these take time.
In these mere ten seconds or so, even if the other party realized the issue with the scent, they couldn’t possibly mask this burnt smell completely.
Lightning flashed, and a seemingly ordinary wooden post under the eaves suddenly twisted, slithering away with a flexibility impossible for humans, while at the same time shaking off a puff of smoke that temporarily obstructed Wang Yunxiao’s vision.
“Brother, we are strangers with no past grudges, and have had no recent quarrels, so why resort to violence all of a sudden?”
As Wang Yunxiao waved his hand to dispel the smoke, overlapping voices came from all directions.
The voices were indistinguishable in age and gender and did not reveal the location of the speaker.
One could only sense the deep tone of shock and anger within them.
Sure, anyone in that situation would be unable to bear it.
“So there I was, having the time of my life, about to saddle up and ride off, when suddenly someone who had nothing to do with me burst in from outside.
Out of the blue, he whipped out a gun and aimed to do me in.”
On what grounds?
“My esteemed sir…
could it be that you’re a master from the Cuojin Sect?”
Thinking back to that bizarre scene inside the room just moments ago, Wang Yunxiao had an epiphany.
Faceless Ones were just spies trained through rigorous conditioning; aside from their human skin masks, they had no particularly formidable abilities.
The skills that man had just demonstrated seemed more like the secret techniques of the Cuojin Sect that Nurse Liu had mentioned to him.
Reversing yin and yang, throwing the five elements into chaos, never showing their true appearance, and possibly using even their names as a ruse, all just to avoid the three calamities and nine disasters.
Originally, Wang Yunxiao had suspected the Faceless Ones and the Cuojin Sect were in cahoots.
Old Master He said it was impossible; those Mr.
Yin Yang of Cuojin Sect were too cowardly to pull it off.
Now it seemed his suspicions weren’t entirely unfounded.
The old master might have an abundance of experience in the Jianghu World, but he was, after all, advanced in years and not as in touch with the new era and the younger generation.
In the future, there’s a term called “reckless caution,” which suggests that everyone who appears weak and cowardly on the surface has impulsive genes deep inside.
Could it be that their sect’s secret technique was so useful that, finding themselves sufficiently safe, they let down their guard and freely courted death?
It wasn’t an impossibility, like the guy in front of him, for example.
When Wang Yunxiao called out his tail, the guy actually broke down on the spot.
“How did you know?
Where did you hear the name Cuojin Sect?”
Ha!
You’re all on the list and still you ask me where I heard it from.
With a knife in one hand and the Whip of Duke Thunder in the other, Wang Yunxiao chuckled coldly, “If you’ve done nothing wrong, you’ve got nothing to fear from ghostly knocks at the door.
All I did was call out your tailing, why so guilty?
If you feel you’ve been wronged, why not come back with me to the station and explain yourself?
I’ve got a few cases piling up there!”
He was careful this time, only mentioning the station without specifying whether he meant the Special Service Bureau or the police station.
Sure enough, the other party took the bait and turned to run without a word.
Tsk…
Wang Yunxiao smirked, noting how the people of these times were like frightened mice.
He’d seen scant evidence of any real skill, but their talent for running away was remarkable; at the first sign of trouble, they beat a strategic retreat.
Why couldn’t they be like those steely villains in novels who, unless their entire family was wiped out, fought the protagonist to the bitter end?
But even if you manage to run from the monk, you can’t run from the temple.
The streets around him gradually returned to normal, and Old Third Ding, wailing in agony from his injured leg, reappeared before Wang Yunxiao’s eyes.
Observing his pathetic state, Wang Yunxiao pondered thoughtfully.
He approached Old Third Ding, who hastily waved his hands: “Great hero!
Please spare my life!”
“Third Master Ding seems to be in good spirits, cuddling with beauties and drinking to your heart’s content, while sending your lackey to oversee a girl’s arrangement for a ghost marriage.
You’re not letting work or pleasure slip you by.”
“What ghost marriage?
Arranging a ghost marriage at this time?
With a living person?”
Old Third Ding looked bewildered: “Hero, you must have mistaken me for someone else.
The end and beginning of each month are extremely inauspicious times; who would arrange a ghost marriage?
That would be asking for trouble!
A moment of carelessness could bring a great catastrophe upon the household!”