Sludge suction system

On a gloomy, overcast afternoon, a nimble messenger dressed in black, carrying a letter that symbolized a life-or-death duel, sped toward Wang Jing's lair.

This man was a highly skilled expert carefully selected by the Gong family. Not only was he exceptionally skilled in martial arts, but he was also extremely alert and well aware of the difficulty and danger of this mission. He rode at full speed, the dust kicked up by his horse's hooves lingering behind him, his eyes revealing determination and resolve.

Before long, they arrived at the gloomy forest where Wang Jing's lair was located. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind, as if countless unknown dangers were lurking beneath the surface. He carefully tied his horse to a secluded spot outside the forest, then approached the lair on foot, his steps light, afraid of alerting Wang Jing.

As soon as he approached the entrance to the lair, two guards noticed his presence and shouted, "Who goes there? How dare you trespass!" The messenger remained calm and said unhurriedly, "I am a wandering swordsman. I heard that the great hero Wang Jing is here, so I have come to deliver an important letter. Please inform him." The guards exchanged a glance, their faces showing suspicion, but one of them still turned and went into the cave to report.

A moment later, the guard came out and said coldly, "Come in with me. If you have any ill intentions, don't blame us for being impolite!" The messenger nodded and walked steadily into the cave. The cave was dark and damp, filled with a putrid smell. The torchlight flickered, and in the shadows, Wang Jing could be seen sitting on a stone chair, staring at him with a sinister gaze.

The messenger took a deep breath, stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Great Hero Wang Jing, I have been entrusted to deliver this letter." He then handed over the challenge. One of Wang Jing's henchmen quickly stepped forward, took the letter, and passed it to Wang Jing.

The messenger, suppressing his nervousness, said, "My mission is accomplished; I shall take my leave." Wang Jing sneered, "Trying to leave? Not so easy!" With that, he was about to order the messenger to be seized. The messenger, however, was prepared. He darted out of the cave and engaged in a fierce struggle with the guards who rushed up to him.

He used every trick in the book, parrying and dodging left and right, his longsword whistling through the air, making it difficult for the guards to get close for a time. Finally, he seized an opportunity, broke through the guards' encirclement, and ran swiftly out of the forest. Behind him, Wang Jing's angry curses and the guards' shouts gradually faded into the distance. The messenger knew that the prelude to this life-or-death battle had slowly begun.

Wang Jing unfolded the challenge letter, and after glancing at it a few times, a complex and unreadable expression appeared on his face, like ripples spreading across a calm lake after a pebble has been thrown in. In an instant, memories of the past surged like a tidal wave, and the familiar yet strange scene of White Bird Valley involuntarily and clearly appeared in his mind.

It was a painful yet unforgettable past. At that time, he was being chased by a group of enemies, fleeing like a stray dog. In a thrilling life-or-death struggle, he managed to break through the encirclement with all his might, but he was also seriously injured and covered in blood as he staggered all the way to White Bird Valley.

The valley was quiet and secluded, its dense foliage blocking out the sun, which could only filter through the layers of leaves, casting dappled shadows. He lay dying in the grass by the stream, his consciousness fading, sensing that his life was about to end. Just then, the gears of fate quietly turned, and Bai Pingping happened to be passing by when she discovered him.

Bai Pingping possessed a kind and gentle face, her eyes filled with innocence and compassion. Seeing his severe injuries, his clothes stained crimson with blood, and his breath as weak as a candle in the wind, she didn't hesitate to take him back to her dwelling in the valley and care for him meticulously. During the long period of recovery, Bai Pingping worked tirelessly, rising early each day to gather herbs in the mountains. Upon returning, she carefully changed his bandages and patiently brewed nourishing medicinal soups on the simple stove. She herself often went hungry, saving her meager rations for him, hoping he would recover as quickly as possible.

Wang Jing lay on the old but clean bed, watching Bai Pingping's busy figure. He felt little gratitude, but rather secretly plotted how to use this naive woman to escape this place, which he saw as a "cage." Finally, as his injuries gradually healed, he began to use his sweet words to coax Bai Pingping, telling her how much he missed his distant relatives and only wanted to go back to visit them. He vowed that he would return soon to reunite with her and live happily ever after. Bai Pingping, naive and innocent, had her heart completely devoted to him and believed him without question. Despite her reluctance, she tearfully saw him off as he left the valley.

Now, times have changed, yet he must revisit this place, and in such a brutal way, in a life-or-death struggle. Wang Jing hesitated for a moment, as if stung by a faint light, but that hesitation was quickly overshadowed by his burning ambition and arrogance. "Hmph, Bai Pingping, you asked for this! Since you've chosen to be my enemy, don't blame me for being ruthless!" A resolute ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, as if the tender days of life-and-death companionship had never existed in his life.

He examined the challenge letter in his hand again, a cruel and twisted smile curving his lips. He muttered to himself, "White Bird Valley, this time, I will make it the burial ground for all of you!" With that, he crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it to the ground. Then he began preparations. He shouted to his men, his eyes flashing with madness as he paced back and forth in his dark lair, plotting how to cleverly orchestrate the battle at White Bird Valley, crushing the Gong and Yun families in one fell swoop, and continuing his bloody path to dominating the martial world. The past favors of saving lives and genuine friendships had long since vanished like smoke in his heart, which was filled with desire. All that remained was endless killing and greed. Like a beast possessed by a demon, he was baring his fangs and claws as he marched toward White Bird Valley, ready to unleash a bloodbath there.

"Little Zha, do you think this revenge will go smoothly?" Bai Pingping blinked her bright eyes, staring at Little Zha beside her with curiosity, as if she wanted to get a positive answer from him.

Xiao Zha frowned slightly and replied slowly, "Host, based on my calculations and analysis, your chances of winning this operation are probably not very high!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Pingping's eyes widened, and she anxiously asked, "Ah? Why is this happening? We've been preparing for so long!"

Xiao Zha sighed softly and patiently explained, "Although you have set up a powerful Qimen Dunjia formation, it is missing the most crucial array eye. If we can find the White Bird Totem fragment and place it in the formation as the array eye, then we will have a very high chance of defeating that despicable Wang Jing!"

Upon thinking of this, Bai Pingping immediately perked up and asked anxiously, "Where exactly is this fragment of the white bird totem? I have been searching for it for a long time, but I still haven't found anything!" As she spoke, a hint of frustration and helplessness appeared in her eyes.

At this moment, a faint light suddenly flashed on Xiao Zha's body, and it excitedly shouted, "Host, I think I just sensed the energy fluctuations emitted by the white bird totem fragment! However... this energy is too weak, so I cannot determine its exact location yet."

Despite this, a glimmer of hope still burned in Bai Pingping's heart. She clenched her fists and encouraged herself, "It's okay, as long as there are still clues, I believe we'll be able to find the white bird totem fragments soon!" Xiao Zha quickly chimed in, "That's right, host, don't be discouraged! Maybe we'll find an important clue in the next moment!"