Atkin

Chapter 540: The Lost Feather and the Intruded Boundary

Wang Guihui's brows were twisted into a knot, and he sighed in annoyance, "Oh, what a mistake. I thought this barrier was perfect, but I didn't expect they would still find a loophole."

Her eyes were filled with unwillingness, and she secretly swore in her heart that she must improve her abilities to a higher level and never make such mistakes again.

At this moment, the spy from the Greedy tribe, who was surrounded by the crowd, rolled his eyes, and while everyone's attention was on the conversation, his fingers quietly moved.

His fingertips were seen shaking rapidly at his sides as he made several secretive and obscure gestures, trying to convey a message to his tribesmen far away.

"You are quite conscientious and responsible, but you have no say here!" The sharp-eyed Wang Ze instantly noticed something unusual, shouted loudly, and rushed forward as fast as a cheetah.

He moved smoothly and plucked several feathers from his wings. The feathers seemed to have life in his hands, flying quickly between his delicate fingers like threading a needle.

In the blink of an eye, every finger of the spy was firmly fixed, as if under a spell, unable to move anymore, completely cutting off the possibility of him delivering the message.

Seeing this, Wang Xiuxiu squatted down, and scanned the spy's body with a sharp gaze, finally stopping at his legs and feet. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she said half-jokingly but with full vigilance: "Humph, don't let me find out that your legs, feet and toes are also playing tricks to pass on information."

As soon as he finished speaking, he deftly pulled out the vines he carried with him from his waist, and with his hands dancing quickly, he wrapped them around her delicate feet and toes layer by layer.

Each circle is wrapped tightly and each knot is tied extremely tightly to ensure that there is no room for error.

The bound spy was like a trapped beast, with flames of anger and unwillingness burning in his eyes, but he was helpless.

His chest heaved violently and a low roar came from his throat, as if venting his dissatisfaction.

"Tell me, what is your conspiracy?" Wang Guihui walked forward, staring down at the spy, his voice low but full of intimidation.

However, the spy turned his head away, closed his lips tightly, and acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, turning a deaf ear to everyone's questions.

The atmosphere in the room became increasingly solemn, and a silent contest was taking place fiercely in this small space.

Everyone knows that this is just the tip of the iceberg of the Greedy Clan's conspiracy, and the dangers hidden behind it may be far beyond imagination.

Outside the window, the rain was still falling, hitting the window lattice, making a crisp sound, as if it was cheering for this battle between good and evil.

The night was as dark as ink, and thick darkness enveloped the entire world.

Suddenly, a few shadows came rushing from the distance. Upon closer inspection, they were actually a few nimble blue raccoon dogs.

Their fur sparkled with a mysterious blue light in the night, like a flowing river of stars. Their deep eyes showed cunning and shrewdness as they crept silently towards the barrier of the dilapidated house.

The leading blue arc raccoon raised its head and let out a low and hoarse hiss at the barrier. Then, it exerted force with its hind legs and broke through the seemingly indestructible barrier at an astonishing speed like an arrow.

After entering the barrier, they moved swiftly and neatly, leaping left and right and running back and forth on the steps flexibly. Every movement was full of vigilance, as if they were looking for something vital.

Soon, they locked onto their target - a dozen feathers that were accidentally dropped by the green sparrows.

The blue raccoons gave short cries of excitement and gently picked up the feathers with their sharp teeth. Their movements were gentle and cautious, as if these feathers carried the secret of life and death.

After succeeding, they jumped high again, like ghosts in the dark night. In the blink of an eye, they quickly rushed out of the barrier and disappeared into the boundless night, leaving only dead silence, as if everything just now was just a fleeting illusion.

The Blue Arc Raccoon's actions this time were strange and unusual, like an evil spirit from the dark night, with a creepy cunning in every move. They were born with a supernatural ability - they could release a special energy wave, which not only paralyzed the protective barrier, but also carried this strange power with the sound they made, which was enough to make the surrounding air sticky and sluggish, as if it was cast under a spell of immobilization.

At the beginning of the operation, the blue arc raccoons hid in the thick inky night and sneaked towards the broken house silently.

They were agile and their bodies were glowing with faint blue light. With every step they took, the space around them seemed to tremble slightly. The seemingly indestructible barrier became like fragile paper as they approached, and the energy fluctuations gradually became weak and chaotic.

At the same time, the Green Sparrow people on Linxian Island, although they had always remained highly vigilant and kept an eye on the movements around them, were completely unaware of the Blue Arc Raccoon's elusive attack.

The paralyzing force released by the Blue Arc Raccoon was like an invisible and dense mist, perfectly concealing their every move.

Under the cover of this strange force, the barrier completely lost its warning function and became useless.

The sparrow people were still busy with their own affairs in an orderly manner, completely unaware that danger had quietly arrived and left quietly without anyone noticing. Everything seemed to be just an illusory dream, leaving no trace.

The night was like a huge piece of black silk, wrapping the whole world gently yet airtightly. It was so quiet that it was a little depressing, with only the sound of the wind whispering in the ears.

Wang Guihui was wearing a moon-white robe, the hem of her skirt swaying gently in the breeze, as if she was an elf leaping out of the moonlight.

Each of her steps was brisk and crisp, revealing an innate sense of competence. Her long, shiny black hair was freely spread out, with a few strands of emerald green feathers playfully mixed in, flickering and jumping with her movements, adding a bit of cuteness to her cool temperament.

"Aze, are you sure you have checked the area around the barrier and found nothing unusual?" Wang Guihui spoke crisply and turned to look at Wang Zeze, a member of the Sparrow Tribe beside her. Her voice was like a clear mountain spring, especially crisp in the quiet night.

Wangze scratched his head and replied with a silly smile: "Huihui, I have checked it several times, there is no problem."

Wang Guihui blinked her big watery eyes, and her smart gaze quickly swept across every part of the barrier, leaving no corner untouched.

She frowned slightly, and her delicate look was as if she was appreciating a precious work of art.

Suddenly, her steps stopped abruptly, her eyes widened, and a trace of panic flashed across her face, but in the blink of an eye, the panic was put away and replaced by a serious expression.

"No, there must be a problem." Wang Guihui muttered softly, her fingers unconsciously clenching the corner of her clothes, her fingertips turning slightly white due to the force, "I have to take a closer look." She quickly calculated various possibilities in her mind, her eyes full of concentration.

Then, she took a deep breath, puffed out her chest, and put on a confident and playful smile again. She patted Wang Zeze on the shoulder and said with a grin, "Oh no, I'll get to the bottom of this!"

She turned quickly and walked towards the corridor of the dilapidated house, her steps hurried but graceful.

When she reached the corridor, she squatted down, her eyes fixed on the narrow gap under the wooden board, her eyes revealing unquestionable determination.

Her fingers gently inserted into it, her movements soft and cautious, as if she was touching a rare treasure.

When she touched the empty gap, her hand suddenly shrank back and her mouth pouted slightly, her face full of dissatisfaction: "Oh, who is so bold! Where are my feathers?"

She stood up quickly, put her hands on her hips, and looked into the distance with a firm gaze. The night wind blew her hair and clothes, and her snow-white feathers danced happily in the wind.

"Aze, it looks like we are in trouble." She turned her head to look at Wangze, her eyes full of certainty about the unknown.