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From the gossip shared by the two young witches at the gathering, it was learned that in addition to the original six organizations—the official organization, the Chinese Federation, the Witch Sisters, the House of Warlocks, the Witcher Alliance, and the Holy Church—the Voodoo Cult had also squeezed in a spot through various connections and activities.

Zhu Mingyao quickly went through the last pack of compressed biscuits in his mind as he put it into the bag.

"Well, Teotihuacan is the earthly palace of the Aztec gods. It's best to avoid touching the food and water there if possible. Let's bring a couple of bottles of fasting pills just in case!"

Without thinking, he ran downstairs, went into the basement, and pulled out several bottles of medicine.

Just as I was about to close the cabinet, a glimmer of golden light caught my eye.

Zhu Mingyao slowed his movements, glanced at the gold-lacquered wooden box covered with scriptures and mantras, and suddenly had an idea. He casually pulled it out, tucked it under his arm, and carried it upstairs.

After packing his things, he went out, started his beat-up pickup truck, and drove towards the abandoned house and training room in the suburbs.

Bai Ziyuan sent over a few sinister magical items the day before yesterday. They weren't very suitable for living people to use, so he planned to give them to the Yaksha Ghost General as additional equipment.

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In a dark forest, tall red alder and silver maple trees grow together, their dense canopies blocking out most of the sunlight, bringing the place into dusk several hours earlier.

"Put me down, Sam..."

With a low groan, a large shadow nimbly dodged aside clusters of dark green thorny ferns on the ground and swiftly moved through the forest.

"What nonsense are you spouting? How could I abandon my own brother? Do you think a leg injury would affect one's intelligence?"

The shadow shifted, revealing two figures stacked on top of each other.

One of the young men, with a sharp buzz cut and a capable demeanor, had blood streaming down his thigh. The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and it was covered with marks from the sharp teeth of wild animals. He was clearly seriously injured and was being carried on the back of his companion as they hurried away.

The young man with dark brown curly hair blinked his clear blue eyes, pushed his injured companion on his back upwards, haphazardly discerned the road, and dashed off in one direction, angrily shouting:

"By the way... it really might affect your IQ, since you usually think with that thing between your thighs!"

The short-haired youth on his back had a pale face with a strange stiffness in it. He forced a smile and weakly pointed.

“I didn’t say you should throw me away! I meant we should stop first, find a place to hide, and free up our hands to remove the curse from our bodies. Haven’t you noticed anything strange about this place? We’ve been wandering around that ghost town for ages.”

Looking in the direction he indicated, through the gaps in the branches and leaves, several dark buildings could be vaguely seen on the hillside in the distance.

The brown-haired youth called Sam shuddered, his face a mixture of shock and anger.

"Damn it! Those demons must have set up an evil spell to lock us down. No wonder we can't get through on the communicator or the phone!"

He gritted his teeth anxiously, "Damn it, we thought the enemy was coming for us, and that as long as we got out of this area, the others would have a chance to escape. Now we're all trapped here, and Carly and the others are probably in grave danger."

Sam said dejectedly, "Dean, we should have come to Los Angeles alone..."

"Don't blame yourself. You were just hitchhiking with a former classmate. Who would have thought there would be an ambush on the road?"

Don't be discouraged, listen to me, there's still a chance!

The short-haired youth exhaled a breath of rough air with a strange, sweet, and fishy smell.

"The enemy didn't expect the Alliance to give us so much powerful equipment in order to enter the secret realm. That's why they were careless and let us escape. First, use the [Nature Hermit Orb] to open the arcane hut and hide there, then call for help!"

"But the signal was blocked by magic..."

The curly-haired young man, Sam, carefully put his brother down, took out a bright green stone bead, selected a sturdy red oak tree, muttered incantations, and began to walk around the tree.

Dean first took a sip of the potion to stop the spread of the curse on his body, then poured a handful of gray powder from a small bottle and sprinkled it into the air. The powder quickly evaporated, eliminating the lingering scent traces left by the two people around him.

"Don't forget the little gift Nick from the Green family gave you when he came back to visit Blade last time. It was the work of his mechanic friend, and it's said to be impervious to conventional blockades..."

As he spoke, he pulled out a pendant-like object from his pocket.

Chapter 183 Cry for Help, The Wen Clan's Twin Fiends 1

"Om..."

Zhu Mingyao, who had just come out of the training ground, slammed on the brakes and parked the pickup truck on the side of the road. He frowned and began to fumble around.

A moment later, he took out an old-fashioned brass pocket watch with a chain from his pocket, and a faint buzzing vibration came from it rhythmically.

This is an alchemical clock that my werewolf friend Eddie gave me after our last mission together.

It seems... besides telling time, what other functions does it have? Is it able to contact nearby companions who also have pocket watches?

This might have been quite practical in ancient times, but in modern times, it's probably only comparable to the work of Geng Shuai (a famous Chinese craftsman).

—If I wanted to find someone, why wouldn't I call their cell phone?

Zhu Mingyao scratched his chin and pressed down on the crystals embedded on the side of the watch face one by one.

There were two crackling noises, followed by the cheerful voice of a young man.

"Thank goodness, this thing that the dim-witted werewolf made actually came in handy at a crucial moment!"

"Huh? Aren't you from the [Witcher] team?"

Zhu Mingyao asked in confusion. He had thought that Nick and the others had come to Los Angeles and wanted to meet up with him, but the way this person spoke made it seem like he wasn't very familiar with the werewolf Eddie.

"Huh? Not Nick? Are you an employee of the Special Investigations Bureau? Could you help me get in touch with him?"

The other party seemed quite surprised as well, and asked in a gentle and polite manner.

Before he could answer, another urgent voice burst out:

"Sam! Stop being so bookish. This isn't your college campus anymore. In this emergency, forget the formalities and get to the point!"

The gentle young man's voice seemed to suddenly realize something, and he quickly described the predicament he was facing.

"We are members of the Witcher League. We are under siege by demons and cultists in an abandoned town on the border of Utah and Nevada. We request official support!"

"Requesting official support?" Zhu Mingyao asked suspiciously. "Why would you need an alchemical pocket watch to communicate? Isn't that just a personal item used by a few friends for occasional phone calls?"

Seemingly sensing his doubt, the mild-mannered young man quickly explained.

"This place has been sealed off by magic, and regular communication is unavailable!"

As for the pocket watch, it was a gift from Nick. He studied with us brothers under Blade, the Witcher Guild, and it serves as proof of our identity.

Zhu Mingyao lowered his guard slightly and picked up his phone to search for Nick Green's number.

"Wait a moment... By the way, I haven't asked you anything yet?"

He casually chatted as he tapped the buttons.

However, the next second, what the other person said made him shudder.

“My name is Sam, and that was my brother Dean…”

Zhu Mingyao reacted quickly, catching the phone that was about to fall. He moved his lips a few times and gave a dry laugh towards the brass pocket watch.

"May I ask... what are your surnames?"

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Beneath the vast sky, a Black Hawk helicopter roared past, chasing the setting sun that lingered on the western horizon.

On the plane, Zhu Mingyao gripped his phone tightly, his expression tense.

"Actually, you don't need to rush there. Recently, the authorities have gathered a considerable force in Los Angeles and have enough manpower to go to the rescue."

Nick Green's voice on the phone was full of emotion, and his admiration was palpable.

“Miyo, your heroic actions have repeatedly made me feel ashamed.”

"Please be careful, I'll be there with reinforcements soon, I won't let you fight alone!"

Judging from the meaning behind his words, he probably once again regarded Zhu Mingyao's actions as acts of heroism.

"Brother Green, you've got it wrong. I just couldn't resist my curiosity and wanted to catch a glimpse of the Wen Family Duo..."

After hanging up the phone, he muttered something to himself.

Both of you are the main characters in TV dramas about exorcising demons and slaying monsters, but those two brothers are much more famous than you.

It ran for fifteen years and can be called the epitome of fantasy American dramas.

The same goes for their battle record. While you're still getting close to a few male and female witches and messing around for several seasons, they've already wielded a shotgun and slashed through heaven and hell.

Of course, Zhu Mingyao had serious doubts about the latter. According to the information he knew, the gods and demons of this world had already left hundreds of years ago, which did not match the original story's setting of angels as numerous as clouds and demon kings as numerous as rain, with God occasionally descending to visit.

Furthermore, if the Winchester family's extraordinary bloodline could truly be traced back to the supreme God, the Church would have invited them back long ago to be the second generation of the Holy Sons, instead of letting them wander outside.

In any case, judging from the Wen brothers' descriptions, the plot has changed considerably.

Although the two brothers still followed the original storyline, fighting demons and searching for their father's whereabouts, they no longer fought alone as before. Instead, they found a like-minded organization, joined the Witcher League, and became apprentices of Eric, the vampire hunter protagonist in another fantasy series, Blade.

All I can say is that it's very good and powerful!

The official pilots were highly skilled, and the helicopter sped along, landing near its destination just before the last rays of daylight disappeared.

After instructing him to retreat further away, Zhu Mingyao flashed away like a light, floating leaf, flying towards the dark, gloomy mountains in the distance.

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As night fell, the already dark forest became even more eerie, exuding a faintly strange atmosphere.

A strange, pungent odor, like burning sulfur, lingered in the air, faint yet persistent.

He released several ghostly soldiers to guard his side, and following the scent, Zhu Mingyao crossed a patch of mixed woods and headed towards a slope.

He hadn't gone far when he sensed that the ghostly soldiers ahead had broken through an invisible barrier, and their connection with him had become blurred; he could only send out summons but couldn't return.

Allowed to enter but not allowed to leave?

He immediately became alert and activated his divine eye to carefully discern the surroundings. A hazy, misty fog suddenly appeared, forming an arc that covered the mountain valley in front of him.

After testing the area with spells a few times, he determined that although the barrier covered a large area, its energy level was not very high, at least not enough to trap him.

Zhu Mingyao immediately felt confident. He flipped his hand, his five fingers moving in sequence. As he activated the [Minor Six Palaces Heart-Severing Technique] to calculate, a flash of inspiration struck him:

Kokichi!

This shows that the enemy's strength is far below his own, and as long as he is cautious, there is not much danger.

After considering it for a moment, he picked up his phone, whispered a few words, then cast a protective spell before stepping straight into the mist.

With one step, the scenery before my eyes suddenly changed.