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Chapter 155 Emergency Rescue Mission

Projection hosted

"The World I Live In: Mysterious"

Exploration: 0.9%

Legend Level: 0

"Advent Cooldown Countdown: 47 hours and 59 minutes"

"Retirement Preview: You are diligently practicing internal and external martial arts at the Huo Family Martial Arts School, living a simple yet fulfilling life."

"Junior sister Huo Qiao'er personally compiled the pages into a volume and bound it into a booklet for you, completing the binding of 'The Confessions of Mr. Chi Xin,' and was greatly impressed by the handwriting and content."

"Soon, this fable you wrote spread throughout the martial arts school. Junior brother Zhang Fuyun loved it so much that he studied it day and night, reflecting on himself and vowing never to become a sycophant like Tang Mu, but to become a valiant man like you."

"Half a month later, a theatrical troupe called 'Jinghong Troupe' arrived in Qingwei Town. Zhang Fuyun became obsessed with watching the show, lingering there and often accompanied by a beautiful woman. You noticed something was amiss."

"At the same time, there were rumors of strange things happening in the neighboring village, with people frequently disappearing and only skeletons being found."

"Junior sister Huo Qiao'er accompanied her mother Huo Shenglan back to the village to visit relatives, but unfortunately died in an accident, and her remains were never found."

"The Huo Family Martial Arts School has become haunted, and Master Huo Mingchuan, Senior Brother Yu Ruiyang, and many martial arts disciples have died one after another."

"On a stormy day, just as you're about to catch the murderer, you encounter another eerie event: you see a funeral procession carrying a coffin in the rain..."

"You died in the rain."

...

...

Wang Xi sat up from the living room sofa, rubbed his face, and looked helpless.

In the predicted future, he died.

He still died at that bizarre funeral.

Logically speaking, with his current strength, he could basically do whatever he wanted in Qingwei Town, but he still ended up dying.

It is evident that the mysterious realm is extremely dangerous.

"Is it true that things shouldn't happen more than three times?"

Wang Xi couldn't help but speculate.

'Next time it happens, I'll have to ask the peddler first, see if he knows anything about it or has any solutions.'

Apart from that.

A mysterious opera troupe, the unusual behavior of junior apprentice Zhang Fuyun, strange disappearances in a neighboring village, the misfortune befalling junior apprentice Huo Qiao'er and her master's wife, the haunting of the Huo family martial arts school, and so on...

"I'm going to be busy."

Wang Xi sighed.

This future must be rewritten.

He glanced at the wall clock as usual; it was already past six in the morning. He had spent three days in the Mystic Realm, but only half a day had passed here.

Wang Xi went downstairs to buy breakfast, and after eating with Liu Li, his phone rang.

He picked it up and frowned.

It was a text message.

"Dear 'Professional Four-Star' Warrior, Mr. Wang Xi: Following an urgent notification from the Overlook Bureau, Monitoring Tower No. 4 has detected abnormal fluctuations in reality distortion near Gucheng (see attached coordinates). Preliminary assessment indicates it is a newly formed disaster area, tentatively designated 'No. 12'."

"As instructed by the Overlook Bureau, the Association has assigned you the 'Wilderness Patrol' mission. Please proceed to the target disaster area within two hours to complete intelligence gathering. During the operation, please strictly adhere to the emergency response plan in the 'Professional Warrior's Handbook' to handle any unforeseen circumstances."

"Wishing you a safe journey and a safe return."

"--Gucheng Hero Association".

Wang Xi opened the attachment and looked thoughtful.

A new disaster area has appeared 3.8 kilometers southwest of Gucheng. Given the proximity, it's no wonder the Bureau of Oversight is taking it so seriously, and the Military Association even issued a special deployment order…

He naturally wouldn't refuse; it was his duty as a volunteer.

Just as he got up from the sofa to change his clothes and go out, his phone rang again.

This time, however, it was a phone call.

Wang Xi took out his phone and saw that it was Ms. Xia Ling, the manager of Cupid Household Services Department, calling.

"Hello, Ms. Xia Ling." He answered the phone.

"Wang Xi, you should have received the dispatch text message from the Yongxie Association, right?"

A slightly hoarse female voice came from the other end.

"Received it," Wang Xi said. "Did something happen?"

"Hmm." Ms. Xia Ling sighed softly. "The company's commissioned business from the beginning of the month encountered an accident on the return trip, and we need your participation in the emergency rescue."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xi was taken aback.

Business at the beginning of the month...

He quickly remembered that it was on the day he went to the company to endorse the product that Ms. Xia Ling proposed the escort mission—to escort a batch of important goods from Liuhe Pharmaceutical Group from Gucheng, across the wilderness to the headquarters of Xuanzhou Qingfu Beacon Company.

They returned home after only a month?

"What happened?" Wang Xi asked as he walked toward the bedroom, opening the wardrobe as he did so.

"Yue Ming and Lu Qiaoling's team unfortunately encountered the formation of a new disaster area on their way back..."

Ms. Xia Ling explained from the other end.

Wang Xi frowned as he listened to the phone call on speakerphone, having just changed into a tracksuit.

So unlucky?

The probability of encountering this is comparable to getting bird droppings on your head while walking down the street. And then, mixed in with the undigested bird droppings is a lottery ticket—you happen to win five million.

According to Ms. Xia Ling, the returning team is currently trapped in the new disaster area, and communication has been completely cut off, making the situation extremely critical.

The team members included: two senior deacons who led the team, Yue Ming and Lu Qiaoling, who were "professional four-star" deacons, five ordinary deacons who were "professional two-star" deacons, and two senior employers from Liuhe Pharmaceutical Group.

Nine people in total.

The company takes this matter very seriously. In addition to Wang Xi, all other stewards in the miscellaneous affairs department have been notified, and colleagues from the engineering department will be dispatched to provide logistical assistance.

"Okay, I understand. Let's set off now."

After Wang Xi finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

He strode into the living room. "Liuli, let's go."

"Yes, Master! Meow!"

The calico cat leaped onto his shoulder.

...

...

Half an hour later.

Five hovercars, two small and three large, painted in orange-yellow and marked with winged figures, drove away from the west gate of Gucheng and sped off into the wilderness.

"Brother Wang, Sister Sun is still out of town carrying out her mission. This time, you'll be the only senior deacon leading the team, so we'll have to trouble you later."

Inside the extended hovercar at the front of the convoy, a female butler with her hair in a bun held a notebook, a slightly nervous smile on her face, and whispered.

Her name is Zhou Xiaolin, and she is responsible for liaising with Wang Xi and providing assistance. The "Sister Sun" she mentioned is Sun Fangmei, one of the four senior stewards in the miscellaneous goods department. Wang Xi has never met her and doesn't know much about her.

"It's my duty, don't be shy."

Wang Xi smiled and nodded.

At this moment, besides him, there were five men and four women, nine staff members from the miscellaneous department, one of whom was Zhou Xiaolin.

They are all at the "professional two-star" level.

Everyone was dressed in yellow and white tight-fitting combat uniforms, sitting upright and ready for battle. Only the young man in the middle seat was dressed in a loose black tracksuit, looking as relaxed as a college student preparing for a morning run, which seemed out of place in this tense atmosphere.

"..."

The carriage was very quiet.

Zhou Xiaolin kept her head down, while the other eight deacons looked at each other but no one spoke up. Instead, their eyes kept glancing at the young man and the calico cat on his shoulder.

People had heard more about this dark horse prodigy than actually met him, and they couldn't figure out his personality, so they kept silent to avoid saying the wrong thing and offending him.

"Xiaolin, have you not yet re-established contact with Mr. Yue Ming and Ms. Lu Qiaoling?"

Wang Xi gently scratched Liuli's chin while casually striking up a conversation with Zhou Xiaolin. The calico cat squinted its eyes contentedly and purred softly.

"……not yet."

The woman with her hair in a bun opened her notebook, typed rapidly on the keyboard, and shook her head regretfully.

"The disaster area has blocked communication signals. It will be possible to re-establish contact only when the two sides are closer together."

As she was speaking, her gaze, which had been fixed on the laptop, suddenly sharpened. She quickly turned the computer around to face Wang Xi and said:

"Brother Wang, look, this is an intelligence image that the Overhead Bureau just transmitted..."

Wang Xi nodded and looked closely.

On the laptop screen, several pictures taken at a distance were displayed. However, perhaps due to some unknown interference, the resolution was slightly low, making them appear blurry.

However, it is still recognizable that it is an ancient "city", or more precisely, a city made entirely of yellow mud.

It is yellowish-brown all over, with tall city walls covered with honeycomb-like holes and cracks formed by dried mud.

The entire city exudes the sticky sheen of wet mud, shimmering with uneven patches of light in the morning sun, like clay slabs that have been kneaded and dried by a child, seemingly loose yet possessing a primal resilience.

"Did the Bureau of Overlooking Affairs provide accurate information?"

Wang Xi asked.

"Which labyrinth did this new disaster area originate from? Or which series of labyrinths?"

"Uh, Brother Wang, please wait a moment..."

Zhou Xiaolin quickly used the computer to search.

After a short while, she nodded and said:

"The file sent along with the images mentions that, based on research and analysis, 'Disaster Area No. 12' has been preliminarily determined to belong to the Mysterious Series, originating from either the Clubs 4 'The Nightless Marquis' maze or the Clubs A 'The Kirin Child' maze."

"Um……"

Wang Xi pondered for a moment.

He is more inclined to believe that the new disaster area comes from "Qilin'er".

Because Chu Nai had told him that the fixed entrance to the "Qilin'er" maze near Gucheng had mysteriously disappeared, causing the Overlook Bureau to lose its surveillance of it.

Over time, the internal distortion of reality has continued to increase, which may have led to the formation of the disaster zone.

According to the occupational database, the "Qilin'er" maze is mostly related to "sugar painting," "clay sculpting," and "fireworks"...

Wang Xi said secretly.

...

...

The convoy's rescue speed was very fast; in less than ten minutes, it traversed the complex wilderness terrain and arrived at the outskirts of the new disaster area.

Five hovercars slowly descended in the middle of the abandoned road. After the engines were turned off, nine butlers from Cupid Housekeeping and more than twenty engineering staff got out of the cars with Wang Xi.

Everyone stopped and gazed into the distance—

A hundred meters away, a massive city built of yellow mud stretches across the road and extends into the fields on both sides, like an ancient wall rising from the ground.

The dry, cracked lines on the city wall gleamed rough under the blazing sun, eliciting gasps of surprise from the crowd.

Zhou Xiaolin walked slowly to Wang Xi's side, her gaze fixed on the desolate fields in the distance, her voice filled with reminiscence:

“In the old days, this place was a thousand-acre persimmon orchard. A few years ago, the Gucheng Council even wanted to join forces with three major conglomerates to plan a satellite city and transform this place into a granary and orchard base.”

She tightened her grip on her fingers and sighed:

"But disasters and disaster areas are like dice thrown by the Creator. Before we can see the numbers, the familiar world has changed."

"..."

Wang Xi listened to Zhou Xiaolin's words and was quite moved.

Dudu!

Beep! !
Just then, the special communicator hanging on Zhou Xiaolin's chest emitted a piercing sound and flashed red light.

She exclaimed in surprise:

"It's Mr. Yue Ming and his team's communication signal!"

(End of this chapter)