Chapter 173

The traffic flow solidified into a steel river before his eyes, and even the sidewalk was so crowded that not even water could pass through.

Suddenly, thunder came from the direction of Miao Street, and seven-colored auspicious clouds exploded in the Heavenly Eye field of vision.

Someone was going to ascend? But the city-wide paralysis that broke out at this critical node was by no means accidental; it was clearly aimed at cutting off the life-saving funds he was sending to Miao Street!

Lin Yu gritted his teeth and rushed into the traffic, only to find that every inch of space was blocked.

After moving only a few hundred meters in half an hour, he looked up at the skyline suddenly and turned to rush toward the nearest Jiutian Building.

When he climbed to the top floor and looked down while panting, the Heavenly Eye finally saw through the mystery; the auspicious clouds triggered the mutation of the dragon veins, and the Feng Shui pattern of the entire Huacheng was twisting crazily!

The phone vibrated in his palm, and Han Feifei's loss of contact made the chill climb up his spine. His gaze swept over the helipad, and he decisively dialed the municipal leader's special line: "Immediately send a helicopter to the Jiutian Building!"

When the roar of the propellers approached from far to near, a flock of birds covering the sky suddenly surged from all directions, forcing the steel giant bird to circle and be unable to land.

The moment his back was soaked with cold sweat, Long Yiqing's call made the phone scalding hot. "Master Lin..." the trembling voice came, "Zhang Zong disappeared... out of thin air in Li Lin's office."

"What did you say?" Lin Yu smashed a fist on the railing, and the steel bars made a tooth-aching groan. The seven-colored auspicious clouds were still rolling in the sky, and every second that passed was a race against life and death.

The sound of tempered glass shattering echoed in the top-floor office, and the broken crystals on the floor reflected the sunset.

Long Yiqing rushed to the gap and looked down, but only saw the neon traffic twenty-six floors below; no one fell, no blood, only the night wind howling into the empty room.

"Zhang Zong was at the window thirty seconds ago!" The bodyguard captain pressed the walkie-talkie repeatedly, and the search of the entire floor yielded nothing.

Lin Yu's clenched fists rattled; the memory of that night at the Jiutian Building suddenly flashed: Gongsan Pingbalang's evil smile seemed to pierce through time and space; it turned out that Zhang Yuru had been a living piece on the chessboard since then.

A long whistle suddenly pierced through the airflow stirred by the helicopter propellers that were forced back by the flock of birds.

Qin Tai paced with his hands behind his back, his military coat stained with the smell of gunpowder scattering the birds covering the sky; even the smile of this Huaxia War God carried the roughness of being scraped by shrapnel.

"Is the kindness of saving a life only worth a thank you?" When the old general jumped onto the helicopter, Lin Yu noticed the blood on his combat boots that hadn't been wiped clean.

However, the black smoke from the engine made hope fail again. The moment Lin Yu beat the cabin door in rage, Qin Tai had already pointed toward the underground garage: "The underground Great Wall of Huacheng in the sixties is enough for that group of scum to drink a pot."

The iron cover of the air-raid shelter entrance was rusty, and Lin Yu looked back at the skyline for the last time before jumping into the darkness.

Those grid tunnels sealed with cement were once the hope for survival in special times; at this moment, they became the only gap to break through the net.

Gongsan Pingbalang could calculate the airspace and roads, but he could never calculate the earth-vein combat method in the bones of Huaxia veterans.

Qin Tai looked at the iron ladder entrance in a daze for a moment, sighing softly: "What a smart kid!"

Lin Yu climbed down the ten-meter-deep cave along the vertical iron ladder, frowning at the foul air the moment his boots touched the ground. This air-raid shelter, abandoned for decades, was as dark as ink, and cobwebs wrapped in mold spots formed white velvet at the base of the wall.

He pinched the formula to perform "Immortal Pointing the Way", and the green light flickered at his fingertips, pointing forward.

As long as Gongsan Pingbalang was still in Miao Street, Zhang Yuru would definitely be safe.

The "Guardian Spirit" mentioned by that Neon person last time must have something to do with Zhang Yuru's disappearance.

Lin Yu ran along the cave wall, his knees occasionally hitting the accumulated bricks and stones; the straight-line distance from the Jiutian Building to the Genyue Courtyard was only five kilometers, half an hour was enough!

At this moment, in the alchemy room underground in Zhongcaotang, Jiulangzi held a fire-starter to illuminate the ancient books on the wall. Gongsan Pingbalang kicked the pottery jar in annoyance, and the bamboo slips used as table legs were thrown into the corner by him; how could he have thought that this was the lost authentic "Earth Medicine"?

"Baka!" Gongsan Pingbalang kicked over the alchemy furnace and rushed out of the secret room; Han Feifei sat on the grandmaster chair as if waking from a dream. She looked around blankly until she saw 23 missed calls and realized something was wrong.

"The number you dialed is out of service." The mechanical female voice made Han Feifei's fingertips tremble. The phone call from Sister He came with sirens one after another; the periphery of the entire Miao Street had become an iron bucket.

Suddenly, a cold wind attacked the back of her neck, and Han Feifei only had time to turn around and catch a glimpse of half a bronze mask before falling softly. The black shadow picked up the "Night Wanderer" on the desk, and purple light flowed on the blade in the moonlight: "Borrowing it for a moment."

In the ruins at the east end of Miao Street, five black shadows were restless around the returning figure. The buck-toothed fatty rubbed his hands and muttered: "Can we really carry away 50 million in cash? That would take a truck to pull, right?"

"New bank notes weigh 11 pounds per million." The black shadow played with the dagger and sneered, "You'd better practice your arm strength first." Dark shadows immediately made heavy panting sounds, as if they had already heard the crisp sound of the paper money bundling tape snapping.

Pangzi glanced at his watch, "30 minutes left..."

The black shadow suddenly cut off the topic: "Mind your own business! That person must arrive!"

The manhole cover was slammed open in the back alley of the Genyue Courtyard, and Lin Yu drilled out of the ground covered in mud. The secret passage was ten times more dangerous than he expected, but he couldn't care about panting at this moment, flashing into the old courtyard wall.

Two vermilion coffins were laid out in the hall, Zhang Song and Liu Shengyi sleeping like the dead. Lin Yu knelt in front of his master's coffin with a thud: "Disciple is here!"

The old man in the coffin opened his eyes suddenly, his turbid pupils reflecting his disciple's disheveled appearance: "Finally calculated by that group of scum." The withered palms flew, and the ink-colored tiger tally broke through the air, "Take advantage of your illness to take your life, catch it!"

The moment Lin Yu gripped the tally, the cold evil spirit hit him, making him stagger backward.

Thunder exploded in the sky, and Zhang Song looked toward Maiyi Lane and sighed: "The life debt Jinyong owes must be repaid; this time I'm afraid it will be folded in."

Lightning like a silver snake struck Maiyi Lane, and the blood mist spat out by Jiang Wenfeng evaporated in the golden light.

Jiang Taixu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, staring at the increasingly solid Immortal Crown behind his great-grandson's head: "With the Penglai secret method and his root bone, at most one year..."

"The youngest Land Immortal in the history of the Profound Sect." Liu Jinyong leaned against the broken wall and gasped, "Unfortunately, the foundation was damaged by the heavenly thunder."

Watching the Jiang family grandfather and grandson leave, the one-armed old man muttered to himself: "Kid, the blood of the Neon people should dye Miao Street red."

Beside the commercial vehicle at the alley entrance, Gongsan Pingbalang suddenly narrowed his eyes.

A woman in a kimono walked in the moonlight, the butterfly pattern fluttering, double swords hanging at her waist, and Zhang Yuru's lips curled into a demonic smile.

"Huimei, prepare the car." Gongsan President's Adam's apple rolled, and hot sweat seeped from his palms, "A good show is about to begin."

In front of Zhongcaotang shrouded in night, the helicopter roared and stirred up dust all over the sky.

Lin Yu walked from the direction of Genyue Courtyard with a wounded body, his sleeves still stained with mottled blood.

The crew hurriedly greeted him and unloaded the metal box marked "Huaxia Mint Bureau".

"The outcome will be known in three minutes." Lin Yu leaned on the box and gasped, staring at his watch.

The moment golden light flashed between his eyebrows, he captured several dark red halos a hundred meters away through the Heavenly Eye; those were the auras of Li Lin and the kidnappers.