Chapter 188: Fleeing for Life

Two new recruits tremblingly put down their micro-machine guns, the trunk of the century-old locust tree at the end of the trajectory covered in fresh bullet holes. The squad leader grabbed their tactical vests and roared: "Report the shooting target."

"Two old men in blue and white Taoist robes, they ignored the warning and continued to approach..." Before the recruit finished speaking, he was slapped in the face.

The blue brick wall in the backyard of the antique shop rustled with falling debris, and Xuanyuan Qing shrank behind Wu Tai and trembled.

Lin Yu looked out from the window sill, thirty meters away there was only that century-old locust tree rustling in the night wind, the moonlight reflecting the twisted branches into a pale white.

"Where did the full moon come from on the eighth day of the lunar month?" The squad leader's hand pointing at the sky suddenly froze.

A silver-hook-shaped crescent moon was clearly hanging in the southwest sky, but the full moon disk above his head was emitting an eerie clear light.

Cold sweat slid down his spine; three minutes ago, he had clearly seen the full moon with his own eyes.

The honest bodyguard chewed on the sauce beef and muttered: "You city people are really strange, isn't there just a crescent moon in the sky?"

The dining table trembled slightly, and fine ripples appeared in the noodle soup in the ceramic bowl; some kind of low-frequency vibration was coming from deep underground.

When Xuanyuan Qing pointed at the sky and screamed, Lin Yu finally noticed the abnormality; on the edge of the fake full moon, Taoist talisman-like dark patterns were vaguely emerging.

The surface temperature of Maiyi Lane didn't know when it had risen to 42°, and everyone's shadows were slowly twisting at an angle that violated light.

Amidst the cicadas of the summer night, Lin Yu stared at the dinner plate without any appetite. His fingertips unconsciously stroked the phone frame, and the full moon image taken three minutes ago lay in the album, with the positioning watermark and real-time satellite time clearly visible.

The lunar calendar eighth day characters jumping on the tablet formed an absurd contrast with the silver-plate-like moon wheel.

The special encrypted ringtone suddenly pierced the silence, and Elder Yan's hoarse voice came from the receiver: "See the moon?"

"Moon wheel hanging in the sky." Lin Yu answered briefly, his back sweating.

A rustling sound of paper turning came from the opposite side, and the old man's tone was suddenly brisk: "Good."

In the busy signal where the call ended abruptly, Lin Yu noticed the goosebumps rising on the back of Xuanyuan Qing's neck; this was the instinct of a Mysterious Gate practitioner when encountering danger.

The crystal door curtain clattered lightly, and Zhang Yuru appeared carrying an insulated bag. She deliberately changed into a waist-pinching Ru skirt, and the diamond hair clip on her hair shook out fine starlight under the corridor lamp.

In the mist steamed when the insulated box was uncovered, the aroma of emerald shrimp and vegetarian three-fresh intertwined with the scent of sandalwood.

"Want to try?" Bamboo chopsticks brought the white gourd to his lips, but Lin Yu suddenly grabbed her wrist: "The full moon just now."

"Astronomical spectacle." Zhang Yuru's fingertips trembled slightly, her peripheral vision sweeping over the star map on Xuanyuan Qing's desk. She turned the spoon in a different direction, and the crystal-clear winter melon soup rippled: "It's not the first time the solar terms have been chaotic..."

Before the words were finished, a fishy sweetness suddenly surged into Lin Yu's throat. The out-of-control internal breath surging between his meridians was tearing at every acupuncture point.

The energy tide triggered by that demon moon was frantically impacting his cultivation that he had forcibly sealed.

Amidst Zhang Yuru's exclamation, several blood plums bloomed on the white jade floor tiles, and when the young man fell, he caught a glimpse of a crescent moon slowly floating between the clouds outside the window.

"Lin Yu."

"Uncle Lin."

Zhang Yuru and Xuanyuan Qing called out urgently at the same time, both rushing toward the fallen figure.

Xuanyuan Qing, who was a medical student, instinctively entered an emergency state, and after quickly confirming the pupil reaction and carotid pulse, she let out a long breath: "Vital signs are stable..."

"Don't touch him, you vixen." Zhang Yuru's sudden scream pierced the air, and she, with disheveled hair, suddenly grabbed Xuanyuan Qing's hair bun and pulled her away.

This usually dignified wealthy daughter Zhang Yuru was now acting like a madman, actually carrying Lin Yu on her shoulder: "Husband, don't be afraid, we'll go to the hospital immediately."

"Contact the emergency center quickly." Xuanyuan Qing sat on the ground and stomped her feet in a hurry.

"No." Zhang Yuru squeezed out two words through her teeth, the veins on her forehead bulging.

Suddenly a muffled sound, Wu Tai, who had been burying his head in eating, stood up, the bowls and chopsticks clattering: "Put down Mr. Lin, I don't care about men or women."

At this moment, in the dark of Miao Street, the sights of two military machine guns were locked on the front of Zhongcao Hall.

In the sight, two eerie figures in blue-gray Taoist robes flickered, and the moonlight penetrated their bodies, casting transparent light spots on the ground.

The sword-browed youth stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the medical hall sign and sneering: "Such pure True Qi actually parasitizing a mortal body, it's really casting pearls before swine."

The round-faced companion beside him grinned and replied: "Senior Brother is right, if it were refined..."

"Pay attention to the alert." The soldier in the dark had his Adam's apple rolling violently, cold sweat sliding down the gun stock: "The target has no physical projection, does it need to be requested..."

Before the words were finished, the sword-browed youth suddenly turned his head to look at the second floor of the medical hall, his pupils glowing with eerie blue light: "It's almost noon, time to nourish."

Almost simultaneously, the sound of breaking objects came from the medical hall. Wu Tai's giant, fan-like palm had already seized Zhang Yuru's wrist, and Lin Yu's body hung in mid-air, swaying precariously. Xuanyuan Qing took the opportunity to pull out her phone, her trembling fingers about to press the emergency number.

Two semi-transparent Taoist monks walked straight through the wooden door in the moonlight, and the remaining sentries were tense, their Adam's apples rolling violently but unable to make any sound.

Excessive tension led to temporary loss of voice, and eventually he fainted and fell to the ground due to holding his breath for too long. The night wind whipped up the talisman fragments that quietly appeared behind him, turning them into dust and dissipating in an instant.

"It's a pity that this flesh body cannot bear the divine consciousness." The chubby monk sighed while looking at the unconscious Lin Yu, his gaze then turning to the unconscious Zhang Yuru in the courtyard, his voice trembling with excitement: "This kind of pure spiritual pulse flesh body, if refined into a pill..."

Before the words were finished, the sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

Zhang Yuru's body, thrown by Wu Tai, hit the door panel, the metal hinges making a harsh groan.

The burly Wu Tai slapped his palms and shouted: "I said earlier, I beat women without exception."

The thin monk suddenly retreated half a step with a pale face, the magic weapon in his hand glowing with ghostly light.

And Wu Tai completely ignored the existence of the two, turning to ask Xuanyuan Qing who was performing rescue: "Is Mr. Lin okay?"

Xuanyuan Qing's fingertips rested on Lin Yu's wrist pulse, her voice trembling: "Brother Wu, do you really not see..."

Before she finished speaking, she was shocked and stopped, two semi-transparent monks were whispering around the unconscious Zhang Yuru, and when Wu Tai carried her past, he actually passed directly through the phantom of one of them.

"What did Miss Qing say?" Wu Tai carried Zhang Yuru and strode forward, his coarse cloth clothes brushing past the fluttering sleeves of the monk, "I just saw this crazy woman lying on the ground."

Eerie mist rose in Maiyi Lane under the night sky, and the moment Wu Tai's fist passed through the other party's chest, it actually stirred up bursts of black smoke.

That figure who was hit let out a non-human scream, the voice mixed with a harsh echo like metal friction: "Please... please don't..."

Xuanyuan Qing gripped the door frame tightly, her pupils shrinking violently. Under her gaze, the person who was hit had their body like a sand painting blown away by a gale, particle-like substances floating in the moonlight.

Another black shadow smashed the glass and fled, revealing half a section of white bones under the tattered Tang suit. ===== CHAPTER 189 =====