Artifact Report

Chapter 101: Chai Si, Breaking the Problem and Flying Bird

In Chai Si's imagination, he could almost "see" a transparent barrier, as soft as water, "flowing" out silently from the false image.

It flowed on the ground, as if along an invisible ditch, into a square; transparent barriers gradually rose from the four sides, bent corners, and flowed towards each other in mid-air - finally merging and kneading together, turning into a transparent box that could trap people.

"...How dare you use this cheap stuff on me," Chai Si muttered, reaching out and grabbing the branch tightly.

To be honest, the effect of this illusion is actually not bad. There is no trace when it is activated, and the wall can ignore external damage. Even if a hunter is trapped in it, it is difficult to think of how to escape.

But perhaps Morandao did not expect that although Chai Si had no access, his understanding and familiarity with illusions were far beyond the reach of ordinary hunters.

Over the years, he had evaluated, tested, tried and inspected at Kai's house, numbering at least several hundred artifacts - even an ordinary hunter who went in and out of the nest would probably not come across this number of artifacts in his lifetime.

When he realized that there was a shadow of a tree floating at his feet under the low and gloomy sky, Chai Si almost immediately understood the process of the formation of this false image effect.

The transparent barrier formed four walls, folded over, flowed into the air, and finally "stuck" together... It was at its "stuck" that the skylight changed: the light seemed to be condensed and bent, and under the sky covered with gloomy clouds, this little bit of strange light cast blurry shadows of the trees.

The door was found.

Like many structures in the world, the weakest point of this artifact effect should be at the intersection of two surfaces.

Chai Si put one foot on a branch, held on to the trunk tightly, and carefully straightened up bit by bit.

He had even forgotten how old he was when he last climbed a tree; now that he was 1.98 meters tall, he was trembling as he walked on the branches, which made him even more nervous than dealing with the local residents.

...If I hadn't been trapped by the illusion, but had been injured and unable to move due to falling from a tree, I would never be able to close my eyes even after I died.

The next time I see Morandao, I have to let her climb up the tree - using a fake image would be too much of a concession to her, hanging her up with an ordinary hemp rope would be enough to vent my anger.

While thinking, Chai Si raised his gun and pulled the trigger at the vague halo in the air, which seemed to be just a ray of light coming through the thin clouds.

The first bullet had just penetrated the gel-like light when the second followed, before it even fell. The third and fourth bullets stirred up increasingly strong, thunderstorm-like winds and waves, and the light and shadows began to shake with the bangs, each one heavier than the last, until they finally pierced and tore through the air. After the transparent screen flickered and trembled several times like a curtain of water, one bullet finally did not fall back on the grass, but disappeared under the distant sky.

However, the barriers around them remained firm and did not collapse just because a crack was torn.

Chai Si gritted his teeth and tore Morando into seventeen or eighteen pieces in his mind.

He never imagined in his life that one day he would have to climb up and down between several trees, measure the distance, and try to swing by grabbing the tree trunks - he really couldn't figure out the difference between himself and monkeys.

When Chai Si finally climbed to the highest point he could climb and jumped into the air with all his might, he was actually mentally prepared to fall to the ground with a thud.

Perhaps his luck had not abandoned him yet. In the instant before he was about to fall down, Chai Si seemed to have erected countless antennas all over his body, making him vaguely feel a subtle, cool breeze on his skin. He hurriedly opened his big hands and grabbed, his fingers tightly grasping the narrow crack that he had made with the bullet.

If someone were walking on the street at this time, they would see a man with black hair and black clothes, nearly two meters tall, hanging in the empty air - not only was he hanging in mid-air, he was also kicking his feet, spreading his hands, and trying hard to climb into the void. His expression was ferocious and angry, and also a bit embarrassed.

...After all, I'm thirty years old and have to be reborn. No one can help but feel embarrassed.

To be honest, even such a “simple” pseudo-image effect is something that most people would only dream of.

Although the transparent barrier was pierced, it was still intact and solid.

It looked like there was nothing in the air, but Chai Si was able to walk on the air step by step; when he lowered his head, the ground more than ten meters below him was looking at him from afar, as if lost.

As long as he could escape the artifacts, the rest wouldn't be a problem. Chase, now in a superior position, looked far ahead. Glancing around, he realized that Morando seemed to have indeed left early. He cast the future deceased behind him, positioned himself from the top of the "box," and leaped forward in mid-air, grabbing a branch for cushioning. He landed gently on the ground like a leopard.

When he returned to the car, he found that Morandao had punctured the tire.

"...The conditions that can help you achieve your goals are sometimes hidden in the details. If you can capture what others have missed, you will naturally have a better chance of success."

He seemed to have said this to Morando many years ago.

Obviously, that guy was also worried that he couldn't trap Chai Si with just an illusion effect, so he was determined to hold him back as long as he could.

Chai Si cursed inwardly, grabbed the cell phone that saved his life and the walkie-talkie that Shuiyin gave him from the car, and ran up the hill.

There has been no call from the walkie-talkie yet, which means that the mercenaries are still at least several kilometers away; at this moment, the only thing he can rely on is the gun in his hand.

When Chai Si rushed to the path he had walked countless times, the first thing he saw was the white flowers he had left on the bench this morning.

The snow-white bouquet, untouched, lay still where it had been. The rain-soaked paper, now half-dried, was now splattered with blood; some of the blood stained the petals, as if someone had tried to transfer their life to them.

Above the hillside, a muffled cry came from afar, as if someone was fighting - fighting?
Chai Si came to his senses, strode over the motionless bodies of the bodyguards and strangers on the ground, and ran up the path. For a moment, he even forgot that he might become a target, and shouted angrily: "Uncle Kai, where are you!"

"It's Chai Si," someone shouted from a distance, "This way! Come quickly, Mr. Kai is in danger!"

Looks like a hunter from the family faction?
It seemed like just a few breaths of time and Chai Si had rushed to the cemetery at the top of the hillside.

There was a problem. He was so focused on rushing to save people that he didn't notice it. It was not until he rushed to the cemetery that he suddenly realized that there was actually something missing in this attack that shouldn't be missing - sound.

To be more precise, it was the sound of gunfire.

Since driving into the cemetery, he had never heard a single gunshot from the hillside except for his own.

It was clearly a life-and-death conflict, so why didn't a single shot get fired?

The answer to this question is now floating densely in the air, almost covering the sky and the earth.

Several motionless bodies fell silently under the sky.

"Get down!"

A deep and powerful voice belonging to Kai Ronan suddenly shouted from the front - Chai Si felt a sense of relief, but before he could follow the sound to see where Uncle Kai was, a bullet with a metallic luster had already occupied the center of his field of vision.

On the hillside, with Damian's grave as the center, countless bullets were floating between heaven and earth.

From a distance, it looked like a group of small flying birds, fixed in the air as they changed their formation and flew away.

Only when Chai Si rushed into the cemetery did they seem to be activated; several bullets cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound and went straight into his face.

　I've been writing this story by switching characters one by one, and as they say, extremes lead to change (that word seems a bit wrong here), I'm planning to come up with a new twist... I need to take advantage of the weekend to think about it. If it works out well, it'll be fine, but if it doesn't, I might face another wave of criticism for not understanding it...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)