Bright Sword: Conquer the monk at the beginning and take down Zhou Weiguo

Each of Qin Cang's missions was like an unsolvable puzzle, but he never expressed any overt anxiety or uneasiness, as if he understood everything. But today, Qin Cang had a strange feeling: this mission wasn't just a simple "finding a route." It seemed to harbor some unspeakable danger, and Liu San seemed to be deliberately pushing him into this abyss.

Qin Cang's brows were furrowed, and suddenly, a low voice came from behind.

"You finally came."

Qin Cang turned his head abruptly, and the air before him seemed to freeze instantly. He didn't hear any footsteps, not even the sound of breathing, but the sound was extremely clear, like an echo from afar, or like some hidden existence observing him from the dark.

"Who is it?" Qin Cang's voice sounded calmer than usual. He scanned the surroundings, quickly searching for potential threats. The place was deserted, and the only exit was firmly guarded by him. He didn't believe he would be easily approached, but the presence of that voice still made him alert.

"Don't be so nervous." The voice sounded again, this time clearly coming from a corner behind him. "Do you really think these clues will only lead to the truth you want?"

Qin Cang stood up suddenly and looked in the direction of the sound. In the corner, a thin figure slowly appeared. His figure was very blurry, like a ghost walking out of the shadows. He was wearing a tattered long windbreaker and had an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Who are you?" Qin Cang asked without hesitation, with a vague surge of uneasiness rising in his heart.

"It doesn't matter who I am." The man smiled faintly and approached lightly. "What matters is whether you can decipher the blueprint in your hand."

Qin Cang didn't respond, his gaze fixed calmly on the man. Although he couldn't determine his true identity, he could sense a strong aura emanating from him, as if he had read his every move. Qin Cang stood alert, gently lowering the blueprint in his hand, taking a moment to adjust his breathing, and quickly analyzing the situation in his mind.

"What exactly do you want to say?" He lowered his voice with a hint of provocation in his tone.

The man didn't answer directly. Instead, he looked around, raised his lips slightly, and said lightly, "You're late, Qin Cang. Liu San already knew you would come here. He knew you would solve this puzzle and that you would show up at the critical moment. Do you think he is really helping you?"

Qin Cang's heartbeat quickened. These words seemed to have brought out his deepest doubts. Liu San was truly an enigmatic figure, secretive and mysterious, yet always able to unerringly guide others in the direction he desired. But every time, Qin Cang was forced to confront a question: What was Liu San hiding? What had driven him to this point?

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "What is your relationship with Liu San?"

The man seemed to have anticipated this question. He smiled softly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "Do you really think you know everything? You're just his pawn."

Qin Cang's heart trembled, and countless questions flashed through his mind. His intuition told him that this person's words were not entirely empty threats, but some kind of hint, a hint, or more precisely, a warning.

"What do you want to say?" Qin Cang asked, with an unconcealable eagerness in his eyes.

The man slowly approached, his voice growing deeper, as if emanating from the abyss. "You can solve the blueprints in your hand, but you'll be leading a dead end. Liu San gave you these clues not to lead you to the truth, but to set you on a path he's set. By the time you finally unravel the mystery, there's probably no turning back."

Qin Cang's heart felt as if it were being gripped by an icy hand. He took a deep breath, his thoughts flooding back like a tide. Liu San—he had never imagined that his relationship with him was more than just a partnership. He suddenly realized that this might be far more complicated than he had imagined.

He couldn't help but ask back: "Who are you? Why do you say that?"

The man didn't answer immediately, but instead looked at Qin Cang with a deep gaze, as if assessing his readiness to face the truth that was about to be revealed. After a moment, he slowly spoke, "I've said it before, who I am doesn't matter. What matters is whether you can break through Liu San's trap."

Qin Cang clenched his fists, his mind a turmoil. Clearly, this situation was more than just a simple puzzle. Liu San's drawings, instructions, and even this stranger left him deeply perplexed. Who should he trust? What was the purpose of Liu San's arrangement?

He looked at the man, and suddenly a strong intuition emerged in his heart: "You are Liu San's opponent, right?"

The man raised his lips, a hint of subtle mockery flashing in his eyes: "You finally understand, Qin Cang. You can continue to go on, but remember - some truths are best never revealed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Cang's heart tightened, and he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the entire warehouse had changed. The man said nothing more, turned and walked deeper, disappearing into the shadows. Qin Cang stood there, took a deep look at the drawings in his hand, and felt a heaviness he had never felt before.

Liu San never really told him the truth about all this, and he could not escape that unspeakable bondage no matter what.

"Why did he lead me here? Why does he always make me get so deeply involved that I can't extricate myself?" Qin Cang murmured to himself, his voice low but filled with suppressed anger.

He raised his head and stared at the mechanical device in front of him. It was silent, as if waiting for something. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the air around him became unusually heavy. Qin Cang's heartbeat was a little irregular, and his mind was struggling repeatedly, with a desire for the truth on one side and a deep uneasiness about Liu San's intentions on the other.

It's been a long time. Too long.

He remembered his first encounter with Liu San, at a murky underground trade fair. Back then, Qin Cang didn't understand the meaning of "unfathomable," nor had he experienced true danger. Liu San was just an insignificant character, luring Qin Cang in with a simple piece of intelligence. And every step thereafter drew Qin Cang deeper into his trap, unable to extricate himself.

"From that moment on, I was destined to be unable to escape." Qin Cang's eyes became sharper.

Whether it was Liu San's demeanor or his always calm expression, Qin Cang always felt an inexplicable trust in him.