Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

He crouched low and slowly approached, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. He took a deep breath, took three steps at a time, and crept to the side of the truck, placing one hand on the metal frame of the back.

No hesitation.

A thought arose.

The truck vanished into thin air.

Only a deep tire track and scattered pebbles remained on the spot.

Lin Mo didn't look back a second time. He turned around and followed the escape route he had just found, slipping into the half-collapsed doorway. In a few flashes, he disappeared into the depths of the alley.

Meanwhile, on the street not far away.

Dili shook the blood off her knife and strode quickly into the collapsed shop, stepping over the bullet casings and broken glass scattered on the ground.

She had a bleeding wound on her left arm, but her expression was more annoyed than pained.

She quickly scanned the ruins; there was a man's body on the ground, but no truck!

She rushed out of the shop's back door; the alley was deserted.

He then went around to the street outside the alley entrance and looked around. Apart from burning vehicles and corpses lying haphazardly, there was nothing else.

Such a big truck, loaded with a whole cargo of weapons, just vanished into thin air?

Dili stood there, a rare look of bewilderment flashing across her blood-stained face.

She glanced down at the body of the local man on the ground and remembered seeing him at Mustafa's stall before, with a Xia countryman.

"Did he drive the car away?"

Dili frowned slightly, and just as she was about to bend down to examine the tire tracks on the ground more closely, she heard hurried footsteps and shouts in the distance:

"We must find Dili, alive or dead!"

"Damn it!"

She cursed under her breath, squeezed through the doorway, and fled quickly into the distance.

As evening approached, Lin Mo finally made his way back to the hotel in Baiwa Town.

He locked the thin wooden door from the inside, pulled a chair to block the doorknob, and then plopped down on the edge of the bed, taking a long, even breath.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Lin Qingyue's number. She answered quickly, her voice soft and sweet, as if she had just woken up. But as soon as she heard that the tour guide had died, her tone immediately became tense.

A while later, Lin Qingyue called back, saying that it was too late and the road from Baiwa to Yibao was not safe, so no driver was willing to drive at night. She told him to stay at the hotel for the night and that someone would pick him up early the next morning.

Lin Mo hung up the phone, put it on the bedside table, leaned against the headboard, and closed his eyes for a while.

The last rays of daylight outside the window were being swallowed by the night. Occasionally, a dog barked in the distance, and further away, there were faint, muffled gunshots echoing through the valley, like drums being beaten through a quilt.

A moment later, Lin Mo sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to meditate and circulate his internal energy.

The internal energy of Yin-Yang Gong flowed slowly through the meridians. Half of his consciousness sank into his dantian, while the other half floated in the surrounding ambient sounds, like a stretched string that could be suddenly plucked by any slight movement.

Late at night.

Lin Mo, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, very light, as if someone was deliberately tiptoeing, but the old wooden floor betrayed them, making a soft creak with each step, approaching from the direction of the stairs and finally disappearing at the door of his room.

Lin Mo remained silent.

He silently rolled off the bed, pulled the blankets over and piled them into a human shape, stuffed the pillows under the blankets, and draped his coat over the pillows. By the light of the moonlight streaming in from the window, he did look like a person curled up asleep.

He took two steps back and slipped into the shadows next to the old wardrobe in the corner, his back pressed against the cold wall, his breathing slowed to almost inaudible.

Click.

The latch on the glass window was pried open from the outside, making a faint metallic scraping sound.

The window was pushed open a crack, a hand reached in and pulled back the curtains, and then a dark figure silently flipped in through the window, landing almost without a sound, as if it had been specially trained.

Lin Mo watched the dark figure from the shadows, not making a move rashly.

A thief? He narrowed his eyes. The other person was slender, but his movements were swift and agile, unlike those of an ordinary petty thief.

The dark figure paused at the window for a moment, as if confirming the direction, before heading straight for the bed.

The moonlight illuminated the dagger in her hand, its blade reflecting a cold, gleaming light.

The shadowy figure raised a dagger in front of the bed and lunged at the blankets.

The moment the sharp blade pierced the quilt, her body visibly stiffened. The texture was wrong; it wasn't human flesh, it was cotton.

She reacted extremely quickly; after missing her first attack, she turned to retreat, her foot already twisting towards the window.

Lin Mo didn't give her a chance.

He darted out of the shadows, his figure blurring into a blur, and with a single, precise finger strike, he pinpointed an acupoint on the back of her neck.

The shadowy figure's body seemed to be paused, instantly freezing in place. The arm holding the dagger remained in a backward posture, but the figure could no longer move a single finger.

Lin Mo walked around to her side, and when he looked at her in the moonlight streaming in from the window, he was stunned.

It's that woman, Dilireba.

Women who conduct arms dealing in the White House black market during the day.

She remained frozen in place, still in the position as if she had been acupunctured. Her eyes, which had been so sharp and piercing on the stall, were now wide open, filled with fear and confusion.

She didn't understand why she suddenly couldn't move. Her limbs felt like they were bound by invisible ropes. Her brain was desperately giving commands, but no part of her body would obey.

This Xia man only touched the back of her neck, and she was completely crippled. Is this the legendary Xia kung fu?

She always thought it was just a trick in the movies.

Lin Mo frowned.

The fact that she came to my door means that she has most likely discovered the truck incident, or at least suspects him.

He stared at Dilireba silently for a couple of seconds, his mind racing with calculations.

Kill them directly? That would be a waste.

This woman is really beautiful. If she's clean and safe, we can make use of her!

Lin Mo hoisted Dili onto his shoulder, walked a few steps to the bedside, and laid her down on the bed.

He took his phone out of his pocket, turned on the flashlight, and a bright beam of light shone on her.

He examined it very carefully, turning it over bit by bit to make sure that there were no colorful flowers or anything hidden in the dark.

"Wow! It's a brand new car, the tint is still on?"

Lin Mo was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself that he was lucky.

"Beautiful lady, then I won't be polite!"

Lin Mo spat and spoke in Tocharian.

Dili looked at Lin Mo in horror, her heart filled with fear. At this moment, she regarded Lin Mo as a succubus from mythology who was causing harm.