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Chapter 269 Fighting strong men is an absolutely wonderful thing.

It was the professor and Lin Chuqiao.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and his heart calmed down a little.

Since they were able to successfully establish a mental link and contact themselves, they are most likely still in the same space.

"I am fine."

Hearing their concerned inquiries, Fang Cheng immediately responded and then asked in return:
Where are you all? Is everyone safe now?

"A few of us have already gathered together, and we were originally planning to leave Misty Mountain..."

Lin Chuqiao answered him immediately, but paused for a moment:

"It's just that I haven't been able to contact you for the time being, and I was worried that you might have run into some trouble, so I've been waiting for you here in the woods."

Her voice was soft, but with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, as if she had been suppressing her worries and was now able to release them with a touch of excitement.

"Yes, White Ghost, we were all so worried about you."

Bai Ling then chimed in, "Sister Xiao Chu thought you were trapped in some corner by the Lu family, all alone and helpless, so she led us around looking for you."

"Hey, I told you you guys were overthinking it."

Big Hammer chimed in, his booming voice seeming to resonate throughout the consciousness channel:

"Who is Bai Gui? He single-handedly pierced a huge hole in the Lu family's formation. Even if there are many enemies, I believe he can fight his way out."

Big Hammer spoke with great enthusiasm, having witnessed Fang Cheng's feat of fighting against more than a dozen men single-handedly and leaping across Misty Mountain, he admired him from the bottom of his heart.

His words were full of praise, and he seemed more confident than Fang Cheng himself.

The members of the professor's team spoke one after another, each expressing their concern.

One of the voices belonged to the middle-aged man codenamed "Crow," who was suspected to be Li Dingjian.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng felt relieved, and then explained with a hint of apology:
"I'm sorry, I just found a quiet place to treat my injuries. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Oh, you're injured?"

"How is it? Is it serious?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Chuqiao and Crow spoke up almost simultaneously, their anxiety evident in their voices.

Bai Ling and Da Chui then exclaimed in surprise.

For a moment, everyone's attention was focused on Fang Cheng's injuries.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury, it's already healed."

Fang Cheng smiled, indicating that he was in good condition. His tone was calm and confident, giving off a reassuring vibe.

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts finally at ease.

The two sides exchanged a few words, which eased the tense atmosphere somewhat.

Fang Cheng then asked the professor:

"Professor, what's the situation with the Lu family's secret realm relocation after the formation was destroyed? Are we considered to have emerged from the inner world now?"

This is the most important question, concerning whether everyone can escape unscathed from this treasure hunt.

"Based on my experience and observation, we have already left the inner world and should be able to find the previously marked path. We should be able to get out of Misty Mountain smoothly."

The professor gathered his thoughts, paused briefly, and then answered:
"As for whether the Lu family's secret realm has been successfully transferred, we haven't seen any results yet."

"At that time, the Lu family and the Black Sect lamas were fighting fiercely, and the scene was very chaotic. Crow and I took the opportunity to escape from the manor, find Xiao Chu and meet up with them."

"It's been more than an hour now. Looking from here, there's nothing unusual happening in the manor. I estimate that the Lu family is either severely weakened and unable to fight again in the short term, or they have chosen to go into seclusion and avoid the limelight. The Black Sect Lama may have also taken this opportunity to leave."

Fang Cheng nodded thoughtfully.

As long as we can evacuate smoothly, that's all that matters.

The two sides are fighting fiercely, so innocent bystanders like myself shouldn't get involved, lest we get burned.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, the professor asked a question:
"White Ghost, did you witness that rain of blood just now?"

Fang Cheng was slightly taken aback, then answered truthfully:

"Blood rain also fell on my side. This rain seems to be quite effective in healing wounds. After absorbing it, not only do my injuries improve rapidly, but my physical strength also becomes more abundant."

"That's good, we're in a similar situation here."

Upon hearing this, the professor's words revealed a sense of relief:
"Although we didn't get the Golden Bamba Bottle in the end, at least we got this opportunity. No one went home empty-handed, which is something to celebrate."

"Looking back on this journey, we've gone through countless hardships and setbacks..."

Just as the professor was giving his usual concluding remarks, a voice suddenly interrupted, sounding somewhat hurried:

“Professor, I see the lights of a convoy approaching about two kilometers down the mountain, and a helicopter is also flying this way.”

The speaker is the monkey in charge of reconnaissance.

"It must be reinforcements from the Lu family arriving."

Upon hearing this, the professor immediately stopped talking and decisively said:
"Let's not talk about anything else for now. Let's proceed with the plan to evacuate safely and then contact each other again when we get back to the city."

"well……"

The crowd echoed in agreement, their voices seemingly tinged with weariness.

Clearly, this thrilling adventure has exhausted everyone.

Before retreating, Lin Chuqiao asked softly:
"White Ghost, will you come with us?"

There seemed to be a hint of expectation in his words.

"No, I have something else to do."

After a moment's thought, Fang Cheng politely declined.

Then, as expected, something came to mind, so he asked:

"By the way, have you seen the teammates who traveled with me?"

The professor replied:

“Your team members are waiting near the manor. They’ve been looking for you everywhere. I’ll have Big Hammer inform them.”

"Alright, thank you for your help."

They said goodbye to each other, and then the mental link was severed.

In an instant, the noise in my mind seemed to be shut out, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Fang Cheng stood alone in the same spot, a gentle breeze caressing his face.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered his next move.

Now that the treasure hunt is over, he has not left any clues that would expose his whereabouts.

There's no need to go out of your way to clean up the mess and avoid being targeted by the Lu family and the Black Cult.

Buzz buzz————

Just as I was pondering this, an unusual sound came from afar.

Fang Cheng looked up alertly, his eyes sharp and piercing like an eagle's.

A helicopter, its bright red lights flashing, was seen cutting through the night sky as its rotors created airflow and hurtled towards them.

The outline of the fuselage was exceptionally clear in the cool moonlight, and through the cabin glass, one could even vaguely see a young man sitting in the cockpit.

The man was handsome and exuded an extraordinary aura. As if sensing something, he suddenly turned his head and looked down in the direction where Fang Cheng was.

Fang Cheng's expression tightened, and the instant their eyes met, he quickly withdrew his eagle-eye vision.

Then, he took a sudden step and, like a black lightning bolt, swiftly disappeared into the dense forest.

He moved with light and agile steps, quickly weaving through the woods, skillfully avoiding the haphazard branches and vines.

Along the way, Fang Cheng also caught glimpses of several figures appearing in the desolate, misty mountains late at night. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be members of the other teams involved in the treasure hunt.

Despite experiencing several dangerous situations akin to "running from the poison gas," many people still managed to survive thanks to their unique abilities.

Fang Cheng moved like the wind, sometimes rushing forward, sometimes stopping, quietly hiding in the shadows.

He was naked at this moment, and did not show himself rashly.

The whispers of the treasure hunters drifted faintly to my ears on the wind.

Some of their words were filled with regret, expressing indignation at the loss of the Golden Bamba Bottle, lamenting that such a precious treasure had been destroyed by some heartless scoundrel.

Some were overjoyed, feeling that being able to save their lives was obviously more important than anything else.

Others had excited expressions on their faces, seemingly having also been fortunate enough to absorb the mysterious blood rain, greatly enhancing their own abilities.

Hidden in the shadows, Fang Cheng subtly withdrew his gaze and deftly sidestepped a horizontal branch.

He spotted a lone, burly man who had just been cursing him the most, quietly approached his target, and suddenly launched a sneak attack.

After successfully knocking him unconscious, he took off all of his clothes, pants, and shoes and quickly put them on himself.

Then he took off running and continued towards the foot of the mountain.

The rustling of decaying leaves underfoot seemed to whisper secrets hidden within the Misty Mountains.

Looking up, the sparse moonlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting interwoven shadows that seemed to drape the grove in a thin veil.

Everything around seemed so peaceful and serene.

Suddenly, the gentle breeze that had been caressing our faces abruptly stopped, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly.

Fang Cheng stopped in his tracks, a chill running down his spine, as if he were being watched by a wild beast.

The feeling of being pricked by thorns made all the muscles in his body tense up instantly, and every nerve went into a state of high alert.

Swish!
Suddenly, a flash of cold light shattered the surrounding tranquility.

A sharp whistling sound startled a flock of birds from their roosts.

A chain, like a lurking venomous snake, suddenly sprang out from the woods on the right, heading straight for Fang Cheng's throat.

Its speed is so fast that it's like lightning streaking across the night sky, leaving people breathless and unable to react at all.

Fang Cheng remained calm, lightly touching the ground with his toes, like a swallow skimming the water, his figure disappearing in a flash.

It left only a fleeting afterimage before being struck hard by the chain and vanishing into thin air in an instant.

With his extraordinary agility and instinctive anticipation of danger, Fang Cheng easily dodged this seemingly fatal blow.

However, a crisis followed.

Before he could even catch his breath, almost at the same moment, another chain appeared silently from his left rear, like a ghost.

At this moment, echoing the previous chain, it formed a strangulation effect!

The barbs on the two chains were cold and sharp, gleaming with a terrifying glint, and they swung wildly to the left and right, and back and forth, accompanied by the howling wind.

Like two gaping maws, they lunged at Fang Cheng, determined to tear him to pieces.

Surrounded in the middle, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly pushed off with his feet, his body shooting out like a cannonball.

Once again, they narrowly escaped a double attack.

Just as he dodged, the end of a chain lightly brushed against the Cham mask he was wearing.

The mask had become extremely fragile after the intense clashes and relentless burning of the flames during the previous battle.

The object was grazed by the blow and immediately cracked open, with fragments falling down in a flurry.

Fang Cheng dodged the series of sneak attacks, quickly regained his footing, and looked intently.

"hehe--"

A sinister laugh, like the cry of an owl, came from the dense bushes.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly walked out.

The man's head was bald, and it was covered with countless thin steel needles.

Bathed in moonlight, it reflected a cold light, appearing particularly eerie and unsettling.

It was Nailhead, who had previously participated in the treasure hunt at the manor and then mysteriously disappeared.

He walked at a leisurely pace, the chains wrapped around his hands undulating rhythmically with each step.

Like a snake with life of its own, it was brewing the next deadly attack.

"Your reaction time and speed are indeed very fast, ranking in the top ten among all the people I have ever met."

At this moment, the man, whose appearance and behavior exuded an eerie aura, looked at Fang Cheng with a slight upturn of his lips, revealing a hint of appreciation.

It was as if that deadly, soul-snatching move was just a joke, a test.

Fang Cheng stared silently at his opponent, his fists clenched, and took a step forward.

As his muscles bulged and stretched, a crisp "crack" suddenly rang out.

The already tattered red mask on his face completely shattered and peeled off.

Nailhead paused for a moment, his eyes immediately fixed on Fang Cheng's revealed face as if drawn by a magnet.

After a long while, he slowly spoke:
"So you like wearing a white mask. No wonder everyone calls you White Ghost."

In the darkness, Fang Cheng's face was pale and his expression was ferocious. His eyes were like burning red gems, flashing with a scarlet light.

His body radiated a scorching heat, like a demon emerging from a fiery hell, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that behind the shattered red mask, there was actually another white mask hidden.

Before tonight's operation, Fang Cheng, for the sake of safety, specially wore this stone statue mask with strong defensive capabilities as a layer of covert protection.

At this moment, his eyes burned like flames, revealing a fierce glint, and he said in a deep voice:

Do you want to fight me?

"you misunderstood."

Nailhead shook his head slightly, a sly smile playing on his lips:

"I'm just reminding you out of professional ethics and a sense of responsibility to understand your background."

Suddenly, his lips parted in a wide grin, revealing a set of snow-white teeth, and his smile became increasingly eerie.

"Of course, being able to fight a strong man like you is an absolutely wonderful thing."

"If you're really itching to have a match, could you wait a few more minutes?"

As he spoke, his gaze suddenly turned cold, shooting like a sharp arrow towards another spot in the dense forest. At the same time, he raised his voice and said sternly:
"You bunch of rats have been hiding for so long, why don't you come out?"

The voice, like a sharp whistle, echoed through the woods.

Instantly startling a flock of roosting birds, they flapped their wings frantically, creating a continuous "whooshing" sound.

The tranquil atmosphere was broken, and a tense undercurrent seemed to be quietly surging in the air.

With Nailhead's sharp shout, a "crack" sound of footsteps on dry branches suddenly echoed through the woods.

After a rustling sound, a group of people emerged from the shadows, spreading out in a fan shape and quickly surrounding Fang Cheng and Nailhead.

These people were of all shapes and sizes, holding various weapons, and their eyes revealed a fierce and valiant spirit; they had clearly been lying in ambush for a long time.

The leader was a burly man with dark skin.

He was wearing grenades and gripping a giant battle axe tightly in both hands, looking every bit the ruthless bandit.

At this moment, he stood like an iron tower in front, roaring angrily in a deep, rumbling voice:
"Nailhead, you bastard, I've been looking for you for so long, and you're here chatting with someone instead!"

(End of this chapter)