Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

Chapter 81 You'd better be scared!
In the darkness, a bolt of lightning flashed from the depths of the night. It ripped across the sky, accompanied by a deafening roar.

The sight drew gasps from passersby, who quickened their pace to get home, fearing a downpour might follow.

However, if they could look up at the sky and keep up with the speed of that lightning bolt...

Then you will see a strange figure.
Thirty seconds later, Li Yelai had already arrived above the target platform.

He dispelled the dragon steed's summons and strode into the platform carrying a large black umbrella.

Sure enough, as the subway train drew closer, the beetles in Li Yelai's arms began to buzz more and more frequently.

That gunman is on this subway!
"Finally found you!" Li Yelai was thrilled. All that was left was to find the guy in the crowd.

He then spoke to the Night Watch team via Bluetooth headset: "I'm getting on the vehicle to find the Gunman."

This night watch team is also Yin Huo's personal guard team. They are also the agents who know part of Li Yelai's plan.

“Okay, two colleagues will board the train with you to assist, while the other three night watchmen will rush to all the platforms of the next subway train to prepare for the meeting.” One of the night watchmen responded: “Night General, the safety of the public must come first.”

"Yes, I know. I will protect the people." Li Yelai replied, carrying a large black umbrella as he entered the subway car.

Soon, the subway started moving again. As the subway moved hundreds of meters away from the platform, the beetle that accompanied Li Yelai was still making noise.

This means the gunman didn't get off the train and is still on it!

All that's left is to find him on the subway! Even with the Spirit-Slaying Armor, he wouldn't be a match for the two Night Scouts and Li Yelai!

Because it was late at night, there weren't many passengers on the subway.

Li Yelai then picked up his large black umbrella and walked back and forth in the subway.

The psionic weaponry of the Flying Gunner was traded from the Greyhound Black Umbrella; it consisted of five spears, each about one meter long.

To conceal their psionic weapons, gunners either wear loose clothing and hide their weapons behind their backs.

Or, like a large black umbrella, it might be hidden inside some equipment.

Li Yelai's gaze swept around, he covered the beetle in his arms, trying his best to hide his voice, and looked at the passengers next to him.

I looked through each of the carriages.

However, something strange happened.

Just as Li Yelai found the third carriage, the beetle's voice suddenly disappeared.

But the subway clearly hasn't stopped; it's still a few minutes away from the next station.

"The sound has disappeared!" Li Yelai quickly notified Ye Bushou: "Has anyone gotten off the vehicle?"

"No, the subway is intact, there is no damage, and no doors or windows have been opened," Night Observer quickly replied.

This startled Li Yelai. The subway hadn't arrived at the platform, and no doors or windows had been opened. How had the gunman disappeared?
Judging from the sounds he made earlier, he was definitely on this subway train.

Was there some oversight that allowed the gun-throwing assassin to detect it beforehand?

No, the other person probably doesn't know they're being followed.

Is it
Li Ye looked out the subway window; the pitch-black tunnel resembled an abyss.

"Okay, I see. No wonder I couldn't sense him anywhere I went. He's really good at hiding!" Li Yelai's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately notified Ye Bushou: "Please mark the location of the subway station when the sound disappeared! He must have bought a standing ticket!"

On the other side, a strange figure, clinging to the outside of the subway car, carrying a large plastic bag, floated to the ground.

He wore a trench coat and had curly hair. Ignoring the subway disappearing into the distance, he walked alone in the dark underground tunnel.

He did board the subway, but not completely.

Soon, he arrived at a hidden safety door located at the edge of the tunnel.

As he passed through the safety door, he entered another empty tunnel.

This is an abandoned subway tunnel, built before the disaster, which was completely sealed off and abandoned due to the road being cut off.

Now, it has become his safe house. Who could possibly find them here?

They don't even appear in the sunlight.

He walked along the tunnel for a few minutes and arrived at the small camp he had built himself.

The camp was constructed of steel bars and sheet metal, with a strong wasteland feel, and a faint smell of blood wafted from it. But he didn't care and entered the camp carrying a plastic bag.

What I saw was a man and a woman smoking.

The two were surrounded by swirling smoke, and the man had some bite marks on his face.

Seeing this, the Flying Gunman sneered: "Jackal, what have you done now?"

Before the smoking man could speak, the woman giggled, "You were just planning to try it out, but you got your face scratched. I told you, those who are 'Spirit Absolute' have a strong resistance to spiritual energy. You got the short end of the stick, didn't you?"

The jackal's face darkened: "What do I care about this filthy, skinny woman? I just thought she smelled bad and was going to give her a good clean. Who knew she'd bite me like that!"

"So," the woman sneered, "you broke her leg. In her current state, that would have killed her!"

“A Spirit Absolute’s leg is excellent material,” Jackal sneered. “I also want to imbue my blade with Spirit Absolute power. Now that Flying Gun Bro has Spirit Absolute Armor, it’s my turn.”

"What's your rush? You'll have yours sooner or later. The most important thing now is to keep her alive!" Flying Gunner frowned and threw the plastic bag in his hand in front of the Jackal: "A living Soul Reaper is much more valuable than a dead one."

"Don't worry, she's not dead. But she's still not eating or drinking, and she's defecating and urinating everywhere. Our abilities are ineffective against her." The jackal took out food from the plastic bag and replied, "When you cut off her arm, you should have cut off her hands and feet as well."

The gunslinger headed deeper into the camp, and after he pushed open an iron gate...

What you see is a horrifying scene.

She was a young woman dressed in rags, her body thin and pale.

Beneath that disheveled and withered hair, her once delicate face was now completely emaciated.

Her slender left arm was bound by a heavy shackle and hung from the wall.

His right hand was severed at the elbow and was wrapped in thick bandages, which were filthy with blood seeping through them.

She sat amidst the filth, her left calf twisted and turned outwards.

Seemingly hearing the door open, the woman opened her lifeless eyes.

He stared intently at the gunman.

This is the man who killed all his friends and family and cut off his own arm!
She tried to open her chapped lips as if to curse, but she was too weak to make any sound.

The gunman ignored the woman's malice and looked at her as if she were a treasure trove.

This woman is so precious!
"Don't try to hold on. Your fate was sealed the moment I discovered you," the Flying Gunner chuckled. This would be his greatest treasure, even a valuable commodity he could trade with powerful families. Meeting him was truly a stroke of luck.

However, at that moment, the gunner suddenly heard a strange sound.

'Clap'

'Clap'

'Clap'

The sound came from afar, approaching gradually, like the sound of some dangerous footsteps.

This made the gunslinger jump up abruptly; he sensed danger approaching!

That's impossible. No one should have been able to find us here, and there were traps he set up along the way. Why didn't they trigger?
Not only him, but the jackals and the woman outside also heard the noise. They got up in surprise.

"What happened?" the woman exclaimed in surprise.

"Something's approaching!" The jackal raised his broadsword: "Quickly, take the Soulbreaker away!"

The gunman's expression changed: "Be careful! Don't be afraid!"

However, the next second, the camp's steel wall shattered with a deafening roar.

A towering figure appeared before everyone.

He wore a bronze mask, held a long halberd, and trod on thunder!
Beneath the bronze mask, within his double pupils, lay a savage rage!

You'd better be scared!

He wielded the halberd with one hand, like the Grim Reaper swinging his scythe!

(Sorry, I only have two thousand today. I'm a bit busy with my engagement tomorrow.)
(End of this chapter)