Chapter 65: Thunderstorm Approaching

On the transport vehicle.

Wu Xian kept glancing left and right.

Only when he confirmed the transport route matched the previous one, and that a black “Jusila electric tram” was trailing behind, did he finally relax.

This meant Wu Xian’s plan was proceeding smoothly, everything unfolding exactly as preset.

Wu Xian kept babbling nonstop on the vehicle, annoying the guards to the point of exhaustion—it was a warm-up, ensuring his key words wouldn’t seem abrupt when he finally spoke them.

When he judged the distance was right, Wu Xian adopted the demeanor of a seasoned veteran.

“You two are newcomers, right? I’m a senior detective. Want to learn a few tricks from me?”

But Wu Xian knew exactly what would happen outside, he had no spare Flying Blade Talismans to waste, and the relevant departments in Xianwei City were inherently unprofessional.

His eyes grew vacant, his pupils multiplying into four, densely packed like a drunkard’s, as he staggered unsteadily back to the vehicle.

Second, he hadn’t killed the barber—the Flying Blade Talismans still had spare capacity.

He Ya and several other malevolent spirits, writhing in pain and badly wounded, retracted their remaining three arms—this Death Bind had been undone by Wu Xian before even three seconds had passed!

The familiar dialogue began again.

Wu Xian didn’t panic, because that’s exactly how Jia had died.

Young men in this profession usually resent logistical work; they crave more thrilling roles, such as participating in arrests—so Wu Xian’s detective status held strong appeal for them.

But before he could think deeper.

……

“Don’t be nervous. I just want to talk to you.”

The two guards and the driver all turned pale instantly.

Under Wu Xian’s guidance.

Suddenly, Wu Xian felt a chilling cold.

“Since this is a lesson, let me teach you something useful right now: how do you tell if your vehicle isn’t being followed?”

“Here they come!”

It’s black dog blood!

The guard couldn’t help laughing: “Who doesn’t know that? Do you have to teach us?”

The guard said nothing.

“This is all a cycle—I, you, and Jia are all trapped in it. Memory is the key; breaking the cycle is the only way out.”

If I kill him now, isn’t that just like that day—two alive, one dead?

So Wu Xian changed his tone.

Jia didn’t look for it because.

But from their expressions, Wu Xian knew they were intrigued.

How could he not be prepared for this?

The middle pair of arms tightened around Wu Xian, pressing directly against the special vest—immediately, blood spurted from the vest.

Wu Xian didn’t act immediately; instead, he began to think.

Wu Xian’s hands were temporarily freed; the Skin-Flaying Razor slid from his sleeve. He swung it hard—and five arms flew off!

Thud!

Thud!

Two shots fired—Wei Hao’s gun was knocked from his hand, and his thigh was hit.

Realizing someone was attempting to hijack the vehicle, the three guards accelerated before the sharp bend.

As Wu Xian spoke, Wei Hao’s eyes widened gradually—he was about to understand something.

Boom!

The transport vehicle overturned.

Wu Xian’s words unraveled many of his doubts; in an instant, he grasped countless truths.

After a moment’s hesitation.

They didn’t stop Wu Xian—he continued speaking.

Should he kill this guy?

So Wu Xian picked up the guard’s rifle and extended it through the gap.

Fortunately, these two guards were ordinary people, not beasts like those from Jin Mo’s Ancient Pavilion—otherwise Wu Xian truly couldn’t have handled them.

Wu Xian abandoned his killing intent.

“Dear.”

So Wu Xian began searching the guards for the handcuff and door key.

The arms binding Wu Xian’s torso hissed, emitting white smoke—the searing pain made them retract.

The guard’s first two shots were rubber bullets—they only weakened Wei Hao’s pursuit ability, not crippled him.

First, he was pressed for time—he didn’t know what Wu Xian would do outside.

Wei Hao listened, his eyes filled with shock.

“You might as well die right now—let us reunite in the world of death!”

After a brief search, Wu Xian found the keys, unlocked the handcuffs and door, cracked the door open just a sliver—and saw Wei Hao raising his pistol, creeping forward cautiously.

Wei Hao growled: “Talk? You killed my whole family. We have nothing to discuss.”

The limping Wei Hao chased after him; Wu Xian spread his arms, signaling no hostility.

Cold wind howled, trying to seep into his body—but a chill also rose from within him; the two cold winds clashed, dropping his body temperature several degrees.

Wu Xian watched the arms fade away, a satisfied smile forming.

“I know you’re in pain, but please endure two more seconds—I’ll say one thing and leave.”

He had escaped death’s fate; Jia’s death would not be repeated on him.

Wu Xian looked at Wei Hao, a flash of ferocity in his eyes.

“Hey, they’re here.”

Eight arms burst from Wu Xian’s body, instantly pinning him down and clamping over his mouth to silence him.

He now had three Flying Blade Talismans left.

And Wei Hao, still writhing in agony as the malevolent spirit inside him struggled to break free, remained rooted in place.

“Simple: change speed—first 30, then 90. If the suspected vehicle still follows, it’s definitely tracking you.”

Wu Xian smiled: “Dr. Wei, don’t you think this world feels a little… off?”

Following Jia’s previous method, he would use Flying Blade Talismans to unlock the handcuffs and door, then cut the detective’s gun—but that would…

He swiftly tucked away the Demon-Reflecting Mirror and Skin-Flaying Razor, put on the strange vest, and finally exhaled deeply.

After a short while.

Wu Xian bolted away, terrified Wei Hao might catch up and kill him.

Wu Xian looked back: “If you knew, you wouldn’t have missed it—that Jusila electric tram has been following the transport vehicle all along.”

The night before, Wu Xian had made two makeshift blood bags and sealed them inside his clothes; when the clothes suffered violent impact, the bags would rupture, coating whatever struck them with black dog blood.

“We can’t wait any longer.”

Seizing his last moment of mobility, Wu Xian leapt into Wei Hao’s blind spot—and then he heard the malevolent spirit’s voice.

Third, in reality, these two keys weren’t so easy to obtain.

Having said that.

It would be too wasteful.

Wu Xian, prepared in advance, used the two guards as shields to avoid the jolt of the overturn, then kicked each one in the leg before they could react, knocking them unconscious.

Wu Xian seized the opportunity, kicked open the door, and sprinted across the wilderness. He hadn’t gone far before reaching the spot where he’d buried his props.

He had three Flying Blade Talismans total, allowing nine uses—he used one to kill Jia, four to kill Wei Hao’s family, and one to kill the barber.

But at that moment, an anomaly stirred within Wu Xian.

Dark clouds slowly descended.

A thunderstorm was coming!

(End of Chapter)