Free Web NovelInside the master bedroom bathroom of the suite.
The moment Lu Yibei grabbed the red thread connected to Jacob's wrist, the wind outside the window suddenly became unusually fierce.
The cold wind of early winter, mixed with the Spiritual Energy fluctuations of the urban legend, howled past, gradually taking away everyone's body temperature while bringing faint, almost imperceptible cries.
It wasn't until this moment that Yang Yi and his group of three, who had been stunned by Jacob's strange behavior, suddenly came back to their senses and retreated out of the bathroom in a panic.
Although they couldn't see the urban legend floating in the air outside the window, they heard it...
They heard the faint crying sound carried by the wind, very sharp and thin, like a dying stray cat, whimpering and wandering in the wind.
The crying caused a stinging sensation in the parts of their bodies connected to the red thread. This stinging quickly spread throughout their bodies, as if they were being scraped by a knife, making them want to roll on the ground.
Coupled with Jacob's bizarre behavior just now, and his current unconscious state lying on the ground, the last bit of doubt Yang Yi and his group of three had about Lu Yibei's claim that the urban legend game had really attracted a urban legend was instantly replaced by fear.
All they wanted now was to run. As for whether Lu Yibei could deal with the urban legend they couldn't see, they didn't care at all.
In the blink of an eye, only Lu Yibei, Du Sixian, and the unconscious Jacob were left in the master bedroom.
Meanwhile, the urban legend floating outside the window gradually fell into a disadvantage during the tug-of-war with Lu Yibei over the red thread.
Then.
Suddenly, it realized something, waved its sharp-clawed arms, and violently tore off the red thread connected to its abdomen. With a mournful and painful shriek, it turned and flew towards the night sky.
Lu Yibei, who was pulling the red thread, suddenly lost his grip and stumbled forward. After stabilizing himself, he instinctively chased forward two steps, came to the windowsill, and after seeing the drop of more than twenty floors, his heart tightened, and he quietly retreated.
Although he had roughly mastered the trick of short-distance flight while practicing swordsmanship with Qingji in his dreams, he hadn't had the chance to actually practice it in reality.
Moreover, even short-distance flight was based on the premise of being turned into a urban legend.
Hearing the crying outside the window gradually fade away, he looked at the urban legend boy whose figure was only a small black dot, then lowered his head to look at the red thread in his hand that was gradually dissipating, his gaze focused.
Want to run?
Falling into the hands of the Elder brother of the Night Watch, can you escape?
Do you think you are me?
He muttered to himself, turned around to say something to Du Sixian, but as soon as he had the thought, he found that she had already prepared herself.
An Qing's training of Du Sixian had some effect after all.
Although, when she followed Lu Yibei into the bathroom and saw the urban legend outside the window, she was stunned for a moment.
However, upon realizing that the urban legend was preparing to escape, she suppressed her fear, stabilized her mind, and took out the Night Watch's disposable Spiritual Energy item used to track urban legend Spiritual Energy fluctuations—the thousand night barn owl.
It was a palm-sized, pure white paper barn owl, adorned with gold powder. Looking closely, the gold powder was actually made up of tiny and complex incantations.
According to legend, the thousand night barn owl can track a urban legend for up to a thousand and one nights, depending on the user's Spiritual Energy strength.
When Lu Yibei learned of the existence of this thing, he was once thankful that on the night he swallowed the witchs egg, due to the sudden situation, no one carried this disposable Spiritual Energy item.
Otherwise, he, this fugitive Demoness Seed urban legend, would have probably been captured and imprisoned long ago, and might even have adapted and tried flying over the asylum several times.
However, another reason why no one carried a thousand night barn owl at that time might have been because they didn't have any.
After all, this item is difficult to make, and the quantity allocated to each agent is limited. Main agents only get three per month, while substitute agents like Lu Yibei and non-main agents like Du Sixian only get one.
After Du Sixian injected Spiritual Energy into the thousand night barn owl, all the tiny golden incantations on the paper owl lit up at once.
When Lu Yibei came over and made the broken red thread in his hand touch the paper owl, it vibrated twice. With a light rustling sound like turning pages, the paper owl suddenly split into three.
Immediately after, with a cry, one paper owl flapped its wings and rose, turning into a slender white shadow, and flew rapidly in the direction the urban legend had fled.
The other two hovered in front of Lu Yibei and Du Sixian respectively, their heads pointing in the direction of the flying paper owl, and occasionally shaking to adjust their angle.
Lu Yibei held the paper owl in both hands, injected Spiritual Energy again to make it split, and said to Du Sixian, "I'm going to chase the urban legend now. You stay here to deal with the three guys who just ran away, then notify the Elder brothers of the Special Operations Team to quickly come and support me after they finish the aftermath work here."
After a pause, Lu Yibei suddenly thought that chasing alone like this might be a bit rash. To be safe, he added another sentence.
"Oh, right, tell them to hurry up when they come for support. I might not be able to beat that guy. If they are late, they can only help carry me to the Night Watch's welfare cemetery."
Although my win rate against a 0.7 rabbit urban legend is high, I still need some necessary backup plans.
Lu Yibei muttered to himself, turned and ran outside, and as he passed the master bedroom door, he casually picked up the guitar bag leaning against the door.
So.
The young men and women downstairs, completely out of the loop, watched with confusion as the waiter who had won a lot of money, carrying a large guitar bag, ran away. It took them a while to come back to their senses.
Du Sixian watched Lu Yibei leave, then quickly got up and walked towards the small gym next door. After only a few steps, her footsteps suddenly paused for two seconds, and she tilted her head.
Does the Night Watch have a welfare cemetery? Why didn't Sister Qing mention it to me?
This thought flashed through her mind for a moment, then she put away her thoughts, turned the corner, and pushed open the door of the small gym.
"Creak—!"
The moment she pushed open the door and saw the scene inside, Du Sixian's mouth twitched.
Inside the small gym, five strong and imposing Elder brothers from the Special Operations Team were laughing and chatting while pressing the three people from Yang Yi's group to the ground, expertly tying knots.
In the corner next to them, there was also a boy who had come with them to freeload on food and drinks. He lay there quietly, like a salted fish who had lost his dreams and was then messed with...
"Don't move around. This knot is very complicated. If you tie it wrong, it will hurt you later."
"Hehehe, another job. Oh no, it's Agent Du..."
Du Sixian, "..."
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In front of Jinsha Hotel, a taxi was parked.
"Bang—!"
With the dull sound of a car door closing, Zhang Shan watched the young men and women walking away arm in arm and rolled his eyes.
These young people nowadays!
It was a party organized by a friend of a friend of a friend, and they actually had the nerve to come after receiving a phone call? ƒrēewebnovel.com
Not only did they come, but they also had the nerve to complain in the car that the host was stupid and rich? How thick-skinned!
Zhang Shan muttered to himself for a while about the young men and women who had walked away, shook his head, and restarted the car. He was about to leave the hotel and cruise around for a bit, and if there was no business, he would go home early to start his live stream. Suddenly, the car door was pulled open.
He didn't even see who opened the car door and got into the back seat, but then he heard a cold, calm, and strangely familiar voice from behind, although it was a man's voice.
"Master, drive!"
Zhang Shan was stunned for a moment. He looked back through the rearview mirror and secretly breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the passenger in the back seat was a teenager and was not pink-haired or white-haired.
"Little brother, even if you want me to drive, you have to give me a destination, right? Or is the 'drive' you're talking about different from what I understand?"
"Let me state first! After the nights got longer, most of the 'big swords' in Hua City have closed down. I don't know where they are now."
Hearing Zhang Shan's voice, Lu Yibei was stunned for a moment, then observed his profile, and his eyes instantly became subtle.
In fact, he didn't have to take a taxi to track that urban legend boy.
When he went downstairs, he was still debating whether to risk being photographed running at an inhuman speed on the street.
As soon as he went downstairs, he saw a taxi parked in front of the door, so he didn't think much and got in directly. As a result...
He ran into an acquaintance.
What is this? This is truly a fated encounter!
If Zhang Shan were a beautiful and sexy Older sister instead of a sloppy Uncle, a little side story should have already developed.
Lu Yibei muttered to himself, secretly glanced at the direction of the paper owl, and said calmly, "Uncle, please drive southwest first. I'll tell you the specific direction as we go."
Hearing this, Zhang Shan frowned slightly. He had encountered people who only knew the general direction but not the specific location, and there were even passengers who just told him to keep driving forward after getting in the car.
However, before setting off, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the guitar bag next to Lu Yibei, and then he thought of a very serious question.
"Little brother, let me state this first! I'm not going anywhere outside the city center this late at night!"
Although the teenager sitting in the back seat seemed completely unrelated to the urban legend Miss who would occasionally show up at his door.
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However, Uncle Zhang Shan was now terrified at the sight of a guitar ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) bag, almost having PTSD.
"Don't worry, we won't."
Probably not... Lu Yibei added in his heart.
After receiving Lu Yibei's affirmative answer, Zhang Shan breathed a slight sigh of relief, then shifted gears and started the car.
The taxi drove away from the Jinsha Hotel, traveling along the empty streets at night.
In the next few minutes, Lu Yibei directly transformed into a cold, ascetic-voiced human GPS.
Under his guidance and Uncle Zhang Shan's tacit cooperation, the car was like a mad dog let out of its cage, chasing the "bloody scent" of its prey, speeding all the way, driving faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the urban legend, and soon crossed half the city, arriving at the other end of the city, on a street near Fuchun Road.
Under the night sky, the streets lined with swaying tree shadows had buildings on both sides that were quite old, with only a few scattered lights on.
Continuing forward, the uninhabited buildings on both sides of the street gradually increased. Surrounded by buildings with sparse residents, the surroundings became quieter and quieter. There was no sound of insects chirping, the wind also stopped here, and the light became dimmer and dimmer.
In the dark corners, small piles of scattered garbage were being disturbed by nocturnal creatures, emitting bursts of foul odor. In places unseen, perhaps a water pipe was leaking, and faint "gurgling" sounds could be heard.
Although this place looked much more "friendly" than notorious places like Shihekou Middle School or the South Suburb Slaughterhouse.
However, being in such an environment, coupled with the passenger behind him who said nothing else except for giving directions, Uncle Zhang Shan inevitably wanted to back out.
"Ahem, little brother, do you believe that urban legend exist in this city?"
Are you starting again? Lu Yibei frowned slightly and said calmly, "I believe."
"Then..." Uncle Zhang Shan licked his slightly dry lips and continued, "Look, there are too few people in this place, so the popularity declines. When the popularity declines, other things will..."
"You mean, there are urban legend nearby?" Lu Yibei tilted his head and said.
"Maybe..." Uncle Zhang Shan said, "I'm just saying it's possible, it's just a guess."
"Oh, since it's just a guess, then generally speaking, it doesn't exist, right?" Lu Yibei nodded and said, "Okay, Uncle, please turn left at the next intersection."
"Alright!"
Uncle Zhang Shan subconsciously responded, skillfully turned the steering wheel, turned around at the intersection, and then frowned.
"..."
No, why am I listening to him?
Wasn't I trying to dissuade him just now?
Uncle Zhang Shan muttered to himself and continued to persuade Lu Yibei, "Little brother, don't not believe in evil! Let me tell you, I've picked up female ghosts several times before. Man, they had white clothes, white hair, blue faces with fangs, and on their hands, they had nails as sharp as daggers."
Lu Yibei, "..."
Besides me, has Uncle Zhang Shan picked up other urban legend?
It couldn't possibly be me, could it? No way, no way?
Although it's a bit embarrassing to say, I think I'm quite cute after becoming a urban legend!
Lu Yibei muttered to himself and pressed on, "Then what?"
"Then..." Zhang Shan said, "Do you know where the female ghost asked me to take her? Shihekou Middle School!"
Lu Yibei, "..." Okay, it's confirmed, he's talking about me!
"Do you know what kind of place Shihekou Middle School is? That's..." Uncle Zhang Shan continued speaking, and as he spoke, he saw the scene outside the windshield, his pupils contracted, and he slammed on the brakes.
"Screech—!"
The brake pads rubbed against the tires, making a grating sound and emitting a puff of white smoke.
Facing the sudden emergency brake, Lu Yibei was caught off guard and hit his head on the seat in front. When he came back to his senses and looked out the window, he understood why Uncle Zhang Shan had suddenly stopped.
Ahead, in an unfinished residential area, a building with only a shell completed stood in the shadows, like a giant corpse.
Projects like this that were forced to be abandoned due to the surge in urban legend were not uncommon after the night became long. The place where Lu Yibei dealt with the nightly urban legend in the University City was a similar unfinished building.
The fence around the building was rusty and mottled, seemingly having been left unattended for a long time. The building materials and various pieces of equipment piled up on the construction site were gradually turning into difficult-to-handle large garbage.
On the outer wall of the building, various types of text were sprayed with red paint. From the content of the text, it seemed to be left by workers who vented their anger after failing to get their wages.
"Give me back my hard-earned money!"
"Unscrupulous developer has no conscience!"
"Kill kill kill! Die die die!"
The already peeling, ferocious writing, coupled with the bright red paint, looked extremely jarring.
Lu Yibei secretly glanced at the paper owl hidden in his pocket and found that its light had dimmed, which meant that the urban legend it was tracking was within five hundred meters.
And his eyes, which had already started to feel slightly warm, were further reminding Lu Yibei that the urban legend might even be closer, hidden in a corner, watching.
At the same time, Uncle Zhang Shan looked at the scene outside the window, calmed down, and said weakly, "Li-little brother, I'm afraid I can only take you this far. Any further..."
Seeing Uncle Zhang Shan hesitate, Lu Yibei frowned and asked, "What is it? Are there urban legend legends here too?"
Although Jiang Li's urban legend catalog had detailed records of the urban legend in Hua City.
But that catalog was updated three months ago and might not be as well-informed as the taxi drivers who travel through the city.
Moreover, Lu Yibei had only read it once or twice and couldn't recite it backwards, so there were bound to be some that slipped through.
"..."
What do you mean "also"? So, you've been to places with urban legend quite a bit?
Uncle Zhang Shan's heart skipped half a beat instantly. There was a slight sweat on his forehead.
Indeed, those carrying guitar bags are not good people!
Although there haven't been any urban legend legends reported here for the time being, he did know that this place had been shut down for a year or two, and someone seemed to have died nearby during the Chinese New Year. He knew about these things.
In short, this is not a good place!
"Little brother, can you tell me why you're here? I'm a little scared."
"Don't worry, Uncle, I won't hurt you. I'm not a bad person." Lu Yibei said lightly.
But I suspect you're not human! Uncle Zhang Shan muttered to himself, but didn't dare to say it out loud.
Seeing that Uncle Zhang Shan stopped talking, Lu Yibei shook his head, took out his phone, paid the fare using the scan-to-pay method that Uncle Zhang Shan liked and felt most secure with, opened the car door, and got out.
Uncle Zhang Shan sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands, watching Lu Yibei walk ten meters away before, driven by intense curiosity, he leaned half his body out of the car window and shouted at his back, "Hey, little brother, what are you doing here? Tell me!"
If you don't tell me, I'll definitely have insomnia tonight... Uncle Zhang Shan muttered.
Hearing the shout from behind, Lu Yibei frowned, silently pulled open his guitar bag, took out Lingtai Pure Karma from inside, slightly turned his face, and looked at Uncle Zhang Shan out of the corner of his eye.
"I go forth to slay demons!"
The line that Ancestor said, it's not too much for me to use it to act cool, right? Lu Yibei muttered to himself.
From a distance, in front of the building that looked like a giant's skeleton, the young man stood with his sword.
His cold profile, melancholic eyes, hair blown by the wind, the simple broken sword held horizontally in his hand, as if only his Chic departing figure remained in his sight.
Uncle Zhang Shan looked at Lu Yibei's back, his nostrils flared slightly, and his eyes gradually became burning.
Suddenly, he felt that this young man was a little handsome, what was going on?
Perhaps... I can also write him into the story?
That's right, a beautiful and fierce female ghost and a cold and handsome little brother, hmm, a match, a perfect match!
At this moment, Zhang Shan felt that his urban legend story had been sublimated by the addition of romantic elements!
So...
I'm off, I'm off!
Go back and write the manuscript quickly!
Thinking this, Uncle Zhang Shan skillfully turned around, shifted gears, and sped away.
