System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

Now she had no idea who else could save her. Wang Wenjing started thinking about Chen Xuan, but she also understood that no matter how powerful Chen Xuan was, he couldn't possibly know that she was being harmed in Tangwu City for no reason.

Wang Wenjing, seeing no hope, had given up in despair.

At that moment, the sound of a showerhead came from a room not far behind, accompanied by the sound of the short, thin man singing.

But to Wang Wenjing, the singing sounded like a death knell from the devil.

After the burly men in the factory finished cleaning up the garbage, they picked up their weapons and went out to wait outside the factory.

Inside the bathroom, the short, thin man sang a song, his mind racing with ideas on how to enjoy the woman later, various positions and tools flashing through his mind.

Outside the bathroom was a small house, not very spacious inside.

Strangely, there was a small altar in the room, and what was enshrined on the altar was not a regular deity, but a withered, skeletal-looking, bizarre infant about the length of an adult's arm.

The baby was skin and bones, with orange-black skin, and its two eyeballs were almost bulging out. It was grinning with a ferocious smile, and there were even fresh bloodstains on its mouth.

If Chen Xuan were here, he would recognize at a glance that this is actually a Kumanthong, a spirit medium who specializes in guarding a residence, and of a high level.

Just then, the previously quiet Kumanthong seemed to sense something, and its eerie smile suddenly gave way to a sinister laugh. The sound was soft, but it was jarring.

The moment the sinister laugh rang out, the short, thin man who was taking a shower suddenly stopped. Ignoring his naked body, he rushed out of the bathroom and came to the altar.

When he saw blood flowing from the corner of the mouth of the enshrined infant king, he cursed under his breath and then pulled out a homemade pistol from under the bed.

As he chambered a few bullets, he sneered and said viciously, "No matter if you're an official from Longxia or anyone else, anyone who knows the secrets here will not be able to leave alive."

The short, thin man, carrying a gun, strode out of the factory.

He first glared at Wang Wenjing, whose hands were bound, then walked to the factory gate and whistled in several directions.

Soon, a dozen or so henchmen gathered around.

After the short, thin man explained the general situation, his henchmen all became serious.

If the sand-making operation is exposed, not only will they face legal sanctions from Longxia, but even if they manage to escape back to their own country, their organization's mastermind will kill them, because Longxia is one of their organization's most important businesses.

So, under the orders of the leader, many of his underlings began to lie in ambush at various locations, waiting for the infiltrators to appear.

They now had only one thought in their minds: no matter what, they couldn't let this infiltrator leave the desertification control plant alive.

Almost simultaneously, Chen Xuan's Yin spirit transformed into water mist and landed at the factory gate.

Initially, Chen Xuan intended to go straight to his target, find Wang Wenjing, and take her away.

However, when his spirit transformed into mist and passed through the gatehouse, he was astonished to discover that the three guards inside all possessed a large amount of sinful and turbid energy.

This sin was visibly obvious to Chen Xuan, and it was even beginning to evolve into a bloody sin.

Those who cultivate the Tao are not only sensitive to merits, but also to sins. Chen Xuan knew that the sins and turbid energy borne by these three people were too heavy to be caused by simply killing one or two people.

Just seconds after Chen Xuan landed, the three guards who had been on high alert also spotted him at the same time.

When they saw Chen Xuan suddenly appear before them, they were first taken aback, and then they all stared wide-eyed and started talking to each other in a dialect of a Southeast Asian country that Chen Xuan couldn't understand. In a short time, they seemed to have reached a conclusion.