Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 110 Moonlit Chase
A lone wild goose fades into the night.

The moon is bright and the stars are few; even the shadows are gone.

Xin Guo, the old town of Wushan City, Sanhou Street.

A desolate area left behind by the relocation of a large number of factories and residential buildings.

Now they have become homeless, the final destination for those who can no longer make a living.

Naturally, it is also a place where filth and evil dwell.

The moonlight casts.

The narrow road and rusty streetlights cast a dim yellow light that couldn't illuminate much of the surrounding landscape.

In the wildly growing green belt, the calls of stray cats and cicadas sound like soothing white noise.

A young man in a blue robe walked briskly down the dirty, chaotic street.

As I walked, I was bathed in moonlight.

A metal badge on his chest, bearing the character "特" (Special) and a serial number, occasionally reflected a dim glow.

The boy's face was cold as he stared at the piece of paper in his hand.

You can see it by the dim yellow light of the street lamps behind you.

There were a few brief messages written on the paper, along with a blurry photograph that looked like it had been taken secretly.

"Special Operations Bureau Investigation Team A3E5 reports;"

"A suspected member of the Three Evils was photographed in the 41st Old Town block. He was accompanied by a dog, and it can be basically confirmed that he is an 'human-dog' old man. Photo attached below."

And the photos are pasted onto the paper.

You can vaguely see an old man dressed in black with a hunched back, and a large white dog beside him.

The very next moment after I finished reading the report in my hand.

Suddenly, the boy's steps, which were making a gust of wind, abruptly stopped.

As if they had sensed something.

He then closed his eyes, as if sensing something, and the next moment, he tilted his head slightly, as if he had sensed something.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the dark alley he had just passed through, a narrow alley barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

His brows, sharp as swords, furrowed slightly, then he pushed off with his feet and instantly changed direction.

It transformed into a streak of blue light that blended into the night, darting into the narrow alleyway.

The dirty environment was filled with the puddles from the day before. The full moon reflected in the pool was shattered by a footstep, creating a porcelain-white ripple.

This dark alley, shrouded in the darkness of night, is much deeper and longer than it appears on the surface.

But the boy's swift figure did not stop at all.

Some obstructions of trash and waste can be easily leaped over with a tap of the toe.

It was pitch black ahead, but it seemed to be in the boy's eyes.

A clear target has been identified, and they are now in rapid pursuit.

And just as the boy crossed another barbed wire fence, he landed.

He reached behind him and took down the long, rectangular wooden box that had been wrapped in a piece of black silk.

Then, holding him upside down, he ran towards the dark figure that flashed by around the corner not far away.

They caught up almost in the next breath.

Just as he raised the wooden box in his hand to chop, a dog's bark suddenly came from the shadows.

Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a giant white dog over two meters long.

Now, baring its sharp, gleaming teeth, it lunged at the pursuing boy.

This sudden change also caused his expression to shift.

The wooden box, which was supposed to be smashed into the giant dog's head, was deflected at a tricky angle and crashed into the moss-covered wall beside it.

The moment after the impact.

"Boom!"

A loud bang was heard from the seemingly extremely flimsy wooden box.

This single blow actually smashed a hole the size of a bowl into the brick wall.

Broken cement chunks and bricks flew everywhere, several hitting the large dog that lunged at them.

He was struck hard and knocked to the ground, where he collapsed with a whimper and remained motionless.

This startled the boy, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. He quickly crouched down and reached his hand toward the giant dog's mouth and nose.

Then, realizing that he was still breathing, I visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

After making these moves, the boy stood up again, his clear black and white eyes now filled with frost and chilling killing intent.

With a forceful pull of his right hand, he yanked the wooden box out of the wall.

He stepped over the injured and unconscious giant dog and walked toward the black-robed figure who knew he could not escape and stood still.

The alley was dimly lit, and the other person was wearing a tattered, rancid black linen.

One head was gathered into the shape of a hood, covering most of the face.

Judging from the exposed skin, this person is not young and has a hunched posture.

At this moment, this person remained completely calm in the face of the young man who was aggressively approaching with murderous intent in his eyes.

He simply gripped a bamboo-woven cane tightly in his right hand and reached into his dirty, messy pocket with his other hand to rummage through it.

"Young man, why are you so aggressive? Leave some room for maneuver, so you can meet again in the future."

A hoarse, aged voice emanated from beneath the tattered black robe and hood.

However, the boy, who was still pressing forward, did not reply. He simply stared intently at the strange man in front of him with cold eyes, constantly watching for any movement from the other.

However, after watching the other person rummage in their pocket for a long time, they still couldn't take out anything.

Holding the wooden box, he lost his patience and quickened his pace.

He took three steps at a time and rushed to within two meters of the old man in black robes in an instant.

The wooden box was raised high and then cleaved down at an angle.

Noticing this, the old man, who had been rummaging through his tattered pockets, grinned triumphantly on his wrinkled face.

"Young man, it seems you don't understand the dangers of this world. Today, I, the old man, will give you a proper lesson."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly swung his hand out of his pocket.

Two small square stones, each the size of a toy Rubik's Cube and with intricate patterns engraved on their surfaces, were thrown out.

Then it rose with the wind, accompanied by two loud "thump-thump" sounds.

A neat stone pillar, two meters high and one meter wide, stood before the eerie old man.

The wooden box that the boy was slashing at was blocked by the suddenly appearing stone pillar.

With a clang of metal, the wooden box struck heavily against the square stone pillar engraved with intricate patterns.

However, this time, it was completely different from the collision with the cement wall just now.

With a sound like metal clashing, the wooden box in the boy's hand quickly dented.

The stone pillar that was struck by the cleavage was covered in cracks, while the stone pillar itself remained undamaged.

This startled the boy who had attacked first, and he immediately withdrew, creating a distance of four or five meters.

His gaze turned somber as he looked at the black-robed old man with a sinister grin.

"How is it? Is the baby broken? You shouldn't act impulsively."

"But the old man's word still stands. If you let me go, I won't make things difficult for you."

This time, the boy did not continue his attack, but spoke for the first time since he appeared on stage.

His voice was cold and clear, carrying a chilling aura.

"Old man, you're known in the martial arts world as one of the Three Evils. You've harmed countless children, and you expect me to let you go? Have you ever spared them?"

"To practice evil arts, you needlessly took lives. How can I allow such a scoundrel to leave!"

After uttering these two sentences in an icy tone, his hand holding the damaged wooden box suddenly trembled.

As the tiger's mouth exerted force, a creaking sound of wood being squeezed came from behind.

A sense of unease washed over the old dog hiding behind the carved stone pillar, causing him to grip his cane even tighter.

Then, under the watchful gaze of his eyes hidden in the shadows.

The wooden box, which was originally covered in cracks and broken beyond recognition, was destroyed by the boy's fierce swing.

The fragments, like countless swords, exploded and flew towards him, who was hiding behind the stone pillar.

Startled, he shrank back abruptly, only to hear a series of whooshing sounds as they passed by.

Hard wooden splinters were embedded directly into the low wall behind them.

Taking advantage of the distraction, the boy leaped up and landed on the low wall beside him.

Then, from above, he wielded the sword hidden in the broken wooden box and slashed down.

Clearly, the old dog, who had been constantly being hunted, only considered the wooden box held by the boy to be a treasure.

But little did they know that there was a hidden secret within.

Having made a fatal mistake, he could only roll away to avoid the deadly slash.

However, the boy was clearly not satisfied with just this one blow.

Taking advantage of the moment after landing, he braced himself on one foot, twisted his waist sharply, and turned the slash into a sweeping motion.

The sword tip, reflecting the cold moonlight, sliced ​​open a bloody wound on the chest and abdomen of the hastily retreating old dog.

Having landed a successful blow, the old dog let out a muffled groan and rolled to the side.

Arriving at the carved stone pillar that had been released earlier, I reached out and touched it.

At this moment, the sword-wielding youth, seizing the advantage, once again withdrew his sword and twisted his waist to thrust forward.

The old dog, whose palm was resting on the carved stone pillar, could only watch helplessly as the sword tip grew larger and larger in his pupils.

until the next moment.

"Ouch! Woof!"

A loud bark came from beside the boy. The giant dog, which had just been injured and unconscious, had somehow circled around to his side.

Before the boy could react, the dog bit down on his sword-wielding arm, causing him to sway to the side.

Although he quickly straightened up using his stable lower body, the attack missed.

The giant dog, which had been feigning unconsciousness, relented, baring its teeth and retreating warily to the old dog's side.

Meanwhile, the stone wall that his palm had been pressing against was also rapidly covered with cracks.

Finally, with a soft "thump," it transformed back into a delicate stone the size of a Rubik's Cube.

Following the same method, the remaining one was put back into the pocket.

The old dog then clutched his chest, which was gradually bleeding, and grinned maliciously, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow rotten teeth.

"Hehe~ How was it? Getting bitten by my sweet child, didn't it feel bad?"

"Right now, we can't say who will die first."

(End of this chapter)