Film & TV: Public Enemy of Justice

Inch by inch.

Just as Xiao Bao left Lin Yaoxie, Lin Yaoxie felt a cold sound on his ankle, as if a cold zipper was slicing across his body.

Xiao Bao saw Lin Yaoxie's figure walking away and suddenly stopped. Thinking that he felt sorry for him, he continued to cry loudly.

"Xiao Bao, did you hear any strange noises last night?" Lin Yaoxie walked back and squatted down in front of Xiao Bao.

Xiao Bao stopped crying, just looked at him and shook his head, not understanding why the question had suddenly changed, and why the person had changed from a fierce and menacing demeanor to a polite and docile one.

"Then..." Lin Yaoxie looked at Xiaobao and asked, word by word, "So who are you?"

These words stunned Xiao Bao. "Who are you?" Suddenly, a slow black wind rose from all around, gradually growing stronger and stronger, enveloping the two of them completely.

Xiao Bao's mind was flooded with all sorts of memories.

He is Xiao Bao, Xiao Bao from Xiao Bao Inn. He still remembers his parents taking him to buy candy.

No, he's not Xiao Bao, he's Old Zhang who sells candy. His candied hawthorns are the best. He carefully washes each hawthorn, carefully removes all the pits, and then boils the sugar syrup.

"Who exactly are you?" Lin Yaoxie asked once again!

"Whoosh!" Xiao Bao's head felt like it had been crushed into tens of thousands of pieces of dust. He was everyone, yet he wasn't.

He witnessed everyone's experiences, and he slowly passed through time alongside them. But, it seemed, he wasn't human? The surrounding black wind grew thicker and thicker, heavily covering Xiao Bao and Lin Yaoxie.

Immediately, Lin Yaoxie saw a wisp of black smoke emerge from Xiaobao's body, merging with the black wind and swimming northward together.

In a flash, he followed behind the swirling wind. A pale human face materialized within the black wind: "What do you want?"

Lin Yaoxie followed at a distance, not too close, not too far. He didn't know what he wanted to do. If this were a game, this would probably be a hint! Following was better than losing him.

"Stop!" Lin Yaoxie shouted, and the silly gust of wind actually drifted away and didn't move. "Tell me, what's wrong with this town?"

“This town is a very good town…” Black Wind said.

"Tell the truth!" Lin Yaoxie pulled out a small paper knife from somewhere, infused it with a trace of spiritual power: "Tell the truth!"

"That's the truth!" The black wind coalesced into a child's face. "I...I was originally a wisp of mountain wind, but because of the harmonious atmosphere in Town 190, I felt envious and occasionally attached myself to them. This time, it was my fault. I stayed and forgot myself, and didn't leave! Immortal! Please don't take me in!"

Little Black Wind said in a coquettish tone.

Lin Yaoxie still felt that something was wrong. Was it just because of this black wind's momentary whims? If amnesia could be explained, then what about the sound of chains in the middle of the night?

"Did you hear any rattling noises at night?"

Black Wind fell silent as if thinking and recalling, then shook itself, which probably meant that it hadn't heard.

But then he explained, "This is probably the sound of a natural mine? Just like the wind, it often makes different sounds as it passes through different terrains!"

Lin Yaoxie nodded, as if acknowledging the possibility.

"Then, Immortal, may I leave now?" Black Wind asked nervously.

"Let's go, or are you waiting for me to make you a kite to play with?" Lin Yaoxie teased, but also pushed out a small bottle with his other hand. "But before you leave, you have to leave me something!"

Having said that, he forcibly separated a wisp of black wind with his hand and put it into a bottle, then turned and returned to the inn.

"Brother Yaoxie, you're finally back!" Hua Qiangu, Qingshui, and Ni Mantian all gathered around. Lin Yaoxie saw that his bowls were piled up a foot high, and several grown men were looking at him with resentment. He knew that it must have been the work of these girls.

Chapter Sixteen Sealing Chains

After closing the door, Lin Yaoxie said to Luo Shiyi, "After everyone is asleep, I'll go investigate that sound. You stay here and support me. Rest first, and I'll call you when I leave!"

After saying that, she gestured for him to get some rest.

Lin Yaoxie stood at the city gate, his concentration gone. Sure enough, around the same time, the familiar "clanging" sound rang out again.

Following its voice, Lin Yaoxie vanished in a few flashes.

"Master, master..."

"Someone's coming! Someone's coming!" Several little mud figures stumbled and ran into a muddy, deep hole.

"What the hell?!" Lin Yaoxie dodged a small lump of mud. It was really strange; the aftershock of the sound came from this bottomless hole.

But as soon as he reached the entrance of the cave, he was attacked by a row of small mud balls.

But, heavens above, this attack must be a joke! Whoever came up with this idea, little mud bastard, he promises not to kill him!

"Hit him! Hit him!"

"He's coming in! What do we do?!"

"What do we do?!" the little clay figures asked each other anxiously. They were too small and weak to stop this person from entering.

"Retreat!" A voice came from the bottom of the cave, and the little mud people responded and fled.

Lin Yaoxie had obviously heard the sound as well, and without any hesitation, he jumped into the deep cave.

The bottom of the cave was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Lin Yaoxie drew a sword aura, but it didn't hit the wall for a long time.

This place is so big!

No, the air doesn't circulate that quickly, so it's not because the space is large, but for some other reason.

Lin Yaoxie squatted down, pointed his finger in one direction, and squeezed hard, pulling a small clay figure out of the soil: "Where is your master?"

When the little clay figure saw that he had firmly pulled it out of the soil, it simply pretended to be dead, didn't say anything, and let him nod his head at will.

"Hey, these little clay figures you made are quite loyal, but..." Lin Yaoxie deliberately said loudly, "but they are clay. I can find them even when they're hidden in the soil, but what about you? Where do you get the confidence that I can't find you?!"

Lin Yaoxie tossed his hair. People who treat soil as pets probably aren't very smart.

As he spoke, he chose a direction and walked step by step in that direction: "Is this the way? I can hear your breathing!"

Lin Yaoxie deliberately slowed his pace, giving off a sense of confidence and arrogance.

The other person must be older, otherwise they wouldn't have remained silent for so long.

Lin Yaoxie suddenly stopped, then raised his hands above his head, chanting the incantation for his technique. He then slowly brought his hands together and lowered them from between his eyebrows, at which point a sword-shaped mark appeared.

He suddenly shouted, "The wind is coming!"

Then, it was as if a hurricane composed of countless sword energies struck, rotating around him as the axis.

After about half an incense stick's time, the underground space began to dry out, and the eyes could also tell some things.

An old man sat upright on the ground. "Upright" only describes his posture; the old man's face was already very old, and the outline of his fine clothes could still be vaguely seen, but they had long been worn out in this dark and sunless place.

"Young man, you do have some skill!"

A smile appeared on the old man's face, but his withered and emaciated features looked somewhat ferocious.

"Just chaotic mist."

Lin Yaoxie said that he didn't realize it at first, but the more he walked, the more familiar it felt, so he used a sword move to break it.

"What brings you here?" The old man closed his eyes again.

"Did you hear the sound of the chains being pulled, old man?" Lin Yaoxie had not forgotten the purpose of his trip.

The old man with his eyes closed neither spoke nor shook his head.

"So, it was you who made the sound of the chains?" Lin Yaoxie stared at him and said.

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes again, and a dazzling sharpness shot out from between them.

The old man slammed his palm on the ground, and his body floated up five or six meters into the air. With a twist of his hands, he threw out a row of hidden weapons.

Lin Yaoxie reacted quickly, drawing his longsword: "Old man, if I draw my sword, then blood will be drawn!"

He also picked up a sword tassel and said, "This old man can turn on you in an instant, and he can attack you without warning. If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll really think he can rely on his age to act tough!"

The old man seemed unable to leave that place, but he was as if he had hidden weapons all over his body, a row of small darts, a row of small swords, and large ones. There were so many hidden weapons and corpses of demons and monsters on the ground that there was almost no place to step.

Lin Yaoxie swung his sword, "Fighting like this is really a loss of face for me!" A sword light flashed, pointing straight at the old man's face.

"Clang!" A clang was heard. The old man did not dodge. Instead, he took the sword head-on with his flesh and blood. However, instead of the expected tearing of flesh, it was as if he had hit iron.

"You're not human?!" Lin Yaoxie exclaimed in shock. This old man in front of him wasn't human? Then what was he?!

“Lili Dli.”

L/l、L,\、L,\、

The old man's laughter seemed particularly eerie, perhaps because he knew the man wasn't human.

Lin Yaoxie snorted, clasped his hands, and drew several large crosses on the human-like skin.

"Are you a seal?" Lin Yaoxie guessed. If the other party was not human, yet was barely surviving in this bottomless cave, then there was only one possibility: the other party was a seal, guarding something else.

Or perhaps, they are watching over something else.

"You're in charge of guarding the artifact?!"

Lin Mu sidestepped and attacked from behind. From the very beginning, it had not left that spot even a step. Therefore, if it really was a divine artifact, it must have been sealed there by him!

"Cough cough cough" Lin Yaoxie seized the opportunity and grabbed the other party's pulse point.

Indeed, the other party's skin was cold. This was because the object had been around for a long time, had lost its consciousness, and had even developed a human form!

"What, are you pretending to be mute again?!" Lin Yaoxie asked, touching his hand.

If you touch it closely, you'll find that only the outer shell is like human skin, while the inside feels like steel, segment by segment. What does this feel like?

Yes! It's chains! They're arranged in thick and thin lines inside its body, or rather, it is chains, only with a layer of human skin covering each of its joints.

Lin Yaoxie sighed and shouted, "Break!" The outer shell of the chains shattered, revealing rows and rows of chains inside, with a key curled up near the heart.

Lin Yaoxie took out the key and placed it in his palm. What kind of key was this? It was transparent, but upon closer inspection, it seemed as if water droplets were flowing inside.

Chapter Seventeen: The Water Ripple Key

When Lin Yaoxie returned to the inn, Luo Shiyi was sitting cross-legged, staring out the window. Lin Yaoxie couldn't help but think that this kind of observation was really blatant and straightforward.

"Report four, how's it going? Any discoveries?" Upon seeing Lin Yaoxie return, he quickly came over and asked.

"Here!" Lin Yaoxie handed him the key. "Figure it out yourself!"

Lin Yaoxie stretched out his body. He had been up all night and could finally get into bed!

"Shh! Don't disturb Brother Lin!" Qing Shui glared at Shuo Feng, who was clicking the key with the handle of his knife, making a "ding" sound.

Lin Yaoxie had already been awakened by the soft rustling sounds of these people. He wasn't a deep sleeper anyway; he had just been up and about all night and was a little tired, so he wanted to lie down a little longer.

"Did you find anything?" Lin Yaoxie opened his eyes and sat up.

"Report four, this key should be the legendary Water Ripple Key." Luo Shiyi took the key from Shuofeng's hand.