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I chuckled, "If I had been born a few decades earlier, I could have joined you all to see the world."
The Old Man smiled and said, "It's not too late now!"
Han Che moved quickly, soon gathering everyone who was stationed by the reservoir.
The Old Man and Wu Lao stood in front of the crowd, rallying everyone’s spirits.
Although I wasn't officially part of the Special Investigation Bureau, I felt inspired by the atmosphere and stood tall among the group.
The Old Man carefully examined all of us, as if each vibrant and determined face reflected their past.
He spoke loudly, "First, I must commend you all. You are the fine sons of our Homeland, the elite of the Special Investigation Bureau. Secondly, I must remind you that this mission is unlike any other. A moment's carelessness could cost you your life. Tell me, are you afraid?"
His final words resonated with a powerful energy, echoing like thunder in everyone's ears. The crowd responded in unison, "Not afraid! Not afraid! Not afraid!"
The momentum surged like a tidal wave, carrying their voices high into the sky.
The Old Man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for the noise to subside before continuing, "Though you may not fear, I do. You are the future talents of our Homeland, the pillars of tomorrow. Unfortunately, just before my arrival, three comrades have already sacrificed their precious young lives. Therefore, I urge you all to protect your own lives at all costs. Not only for yourselves but also for your families and for our country. Each of your lives carries a weighty responsibility."
Most of the young people below had experienced the brutality of war. Many had narrowly escaped from previous border conflicts.
The Old Man's words brought tears to everyone's eyes, including mine.
What is leadership? This is true leadership!
The Old Man's position in the upper echelons of the Special Investigation Bureau was not only due to his formidable strength but also his charismatic personality. He is a leader who fights on the front lines himself—a leader who disregards his own life for the sake of the youth.
He fulfilled every promise he made through his actions, earning deep respect and admiration.
Fortunately, the village was small; although the villagers had long since evacuated, most of their belongings remained intact.
Han Che busily began assigning rooms while the Old Man and Wu Lao started to survey the surroundings of the village.
I couldn't be of any help to Wu Yuanyuan, so I followed An Old Man aimlessly behind him.
I had witnessed An Old Man's skills before; if nothing unexpected happened, he should be using the Gu Technique, known as the Big Shot. Even though he was heavily injured during the border battle, he still effortlessly cleared out the likes of the Wasp King.
Now, I was observing Wu Lao's abilities, and it seemed he was quite the master of formations. Wu Lao circled around the village a few times, setting up about ten large formations using stones, plants, both tangible and intangible.
Most of them were focused on early warning and trapping enemies! Although I didn't understand formations well, I knew how exhausting and energy-consuming it was to set one up.
Yet Wu Lao managed to arrange so many with ease.
An Old Man chuckled, "Thank goodness you came; otherwise, I'd have to guard these little rascals alone. I fear I'd be powerless even if I wanted to help."
Wu Lao remained expressionless and coldly replied, "Isn't the Special Investigation Bureau just like you? Do I have no part in this?"
An Old Man laughed heartily, "I misspoke! I deserve to be punished!"
Wu Lao didn't mind; his long, slender fingers danced like butterflies as he formed numerous seals.
Once all movements ceased, Wu Lao's breath was still a bit disordered. He cupped his hands around his mouth and coughed.
"Formations are inanimate; if someone sets them up, someone can break them. So arrange for Han Che to assign people to patrol in shifts," Wu Lao instructed.
An Old Man patted Wu Lao's back and said, "You don't need to worry about these matters; I'll handle it. We're old rivals; I know how to deal with this."
Wu Yuanyuan was very obedient as she helped Wu Lao into the house to rest. I followed behind An Old Man and asked, "An Old Man, is Wu Lao going to be okay?"
An Old Man sighed deeply and replied, "It's just an old ailment; a bit of rest will do him good."
Seeing that An Old Man didn't want to elaborate further, I decided not to press on. "An Old Man, are those people you brought really that formidable? Even with Wu Lao setting up so many formations, they can't be stopped?"
An Old Man lit a cigarette and said, "The reality might be even worse than you think."
I noticed the old man's serious expression, realizing that our opponents were not just the giant serpent, but also the lurking Evil Spirit Cult.
With youthful bravado, I declared, "If it comes to that, let's go down together! Who's afraid of whom?"
The old man seemed to be inspired by my words and chuckled, "You're right. When soldiers come, we fight; when water comes, we block. The rats we could handle over twenty years ago can still be dealt with today! Evil has never triumphed over righteousness."
He then patted my shoulder and said, "Last time we didn't drink well; you must join me for a drink later."
I laughed and replied, "When it comes to skills and experience, I can't compare to you, but when it comes to drinking, I'm not afraid..."
The old man raised an eyebrow and said, "You’re getting cocky just because you’re a bit chubby. This time, if I don’t get you drunk, I’ll write my name 'An Zijie' backward."
Although we were set on drinking, we didn’t consume much. In such a dangerous situation, it was wise to stay alert.
With the old man around, the night watch duty naturally didn’t fall to me, the sick one.
The night was cool as water, with countless stars scattered across the canvas of the sky.
I focused my mind and was engrossed in cultivating with the Wood Heart when suddenly a piercing scream shattered the silence.
As I stepped outside, it seemed many people had already gathered.
Why did it seem so? Because the entire village was shrouded in thick fog. Coupled with the night, visibility was reduced to just one or two meters.
I could only sense that everyone had come out. The old man had appeared beside me at some point and remarked, "This fog is quite unusual. Besides, the weather forecast didn’t predict any fog."
To lighten the mood, I joked, "You believe in weather forecasts?"
"Ling Feng, is there this much fog by your reservoir?" the old man asked again.
I shook my head and replied, "No, just a light mist."
At that moment, Wu Lao also approached, saying, "It seems someone has tampered with my formation."
The Old Man sneered, "These brats didn't expect to act so quickly! Lao Wu, gather everyone together. We need to keep the enemy in the dark while we stay in the light to avoid being picked off one by one. I'll go confront these guys and see if they've made any progress over the years."
With that, he darted into the mist like a whirlwind.
Wu Lao signaled quietly, and everyone gathered around him.
Han Che was efficient in his actions and quickly organized everyone. "Wu Lao, we're one person short!"
Wu Lao sighed, "I estimate they won't be coming back. That scream we heard earlier was probably from that comrade, giving us a final warning!"
Han Che remained silent, the veins on his forehead bulging, clearly furious.
If someone were to die in an open confrontation, there would be no complaints; they could only blame their lack of skill. But dying in such an assassination truly felt suffocating.
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