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Although the notes in the notebook were chaotic, Su Mu and Ye Qiu managed to extract some key information. The records indicated that Zhao Gang seemed to be employed by a mysterious organization, and Wu Yong was one of its members. The notebook frequently mentioned terms like "sacrifice" and "offering," detailing the time, location, and target individuals for each operation. Shockingly, the names Wang Qiang and Mrs. Zhang appeared prominently on the list of targets.
Furthermore, the old, yellowed notebook was filled with a series of enigmatic symbols and intricate ritual processes. These symbols varied in shape and twisted lines, as if they contained endless mysteries; the ritual processes were solemn and shrouded in mystery, evoking thoughts of ancient religious ceremonies.
Despite Su Mu and Ye Qiu's lack of understanding regarding these obscure symbols and rituals, their keen intuition made it clear that this was likely the true meaning hidden behind the perplexing word "sacrifice."
"It seems that the complexity of this mysterious organization far exceeds our initial assumptions," Su Mu murmured with a grim expression, her beautiful eyes revealing deep concern.
Beside her, Ye Qiu clenched his fists and replied resolutely, "Exactly! We must find Zhao Gang and Wu Yong as soon as possible and stop them from continuing their misdeeds!" His voice was low yet powerful, carrying an undeniable determination.
Subsequently, the two began tirelessly tracking down Wu Yong's whereabouts based on the contact information recorded in the notebook. After several days of relentless searching and inquiries, they finally pinpointed Wu Yong's residence.
With hearts full of hope, they hurried to Wu Yong's home, only to be met with disappointment—the place was empty, clearly long abandoned.
"Damn it! We were too late!" Ye Qiu exclaimed angrily, frustratedly striking his fist against the wall with a dull thud.
Su Mu calmly surveyed the room, hoping to find some clues. "Don't rush; let's see if there's anything left behind."
The room was bare, almost devoid of any furniture or personal belongings, as if Wu Yong had never lived there. Just when Su Mu was about to give up, he noticed a strange painting hanging on the wall. The painting depicted an ancient altar surrounded by mysterious symbols that closely resembled those in Zhao Gang's notebook.
Su Mu squinted slightly, focusing intently on this seemingly ordinary yet subtly mysterious artwork. He moved his gaze inch by inch, not wanting to miss any detail. At that moment, a faint glimmer caught his attention—a light emanating from the back of the frame, flickering like an unknown signal in the darkness.
His heart raced as he took a deep breath and carefully reached out his hands to gently remove the frame from the wall. As he lifted it away, a hidden sight gradually revealed itself—a small yellowed note tightly affixed to the back of the frame.
Holding his breath, he carefully peeled back the note, fearing that he might damage any important clues it might contain. When the note fully unfolded before him, elegant yet slightly hurried handwriting came into view: a detailed address along with a precise time down to the second.
"I found it!" Su Mu couldn't contain his excitement and exclaimed loudly, "This is the location and time for the next sacrifice!"
Ye Qiu hurried over at the sound, swiftly taking the note from Su Mu's hand. Just a quick glance was enough for his expression to turn grave. His brows furrowed tightly, lips pressed together as he whispered, "This is... the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city! That place is notoriously eerie."
Su Mu and Ye Qiu exchanged a glance, each seeing the determination in the other's eyes. They understood that there was no room for hesitation at this moment. No matter what difficulties lay ahead, they had to set off immediately for that abandoned factory to stop the impending evil ritual and capture the culprits, Zhao Gang and Wu Yong, to ensure justice was served.
Thus began a tense and thrilling adventure, a race against time.
When Su Mu and Ye Qiu finally arrived at the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, night had already draped itself over the land like a heavy black curtain. The factory, once bustling with activity, now stood desolate, its walls crumbling and overgrown with weeds. Under the dim moonlight, it resembled a massive and grotesque beast lying in wait, exuding an unsettling aura.
A cold wind howled through, bringing with it a strong, nauseating stench. The odor was reminiscent of decaying corpses, wafting continuously from the open factory doors, invading their nostrils and making them feel queasy.
The two cautiously entered the factory. In the dim light, they could vaguely make out a crude altar in the center, adorned with offerings and peculiar instruments. An oppressive atmosphere filled the air, casting an ominous premonition over them.
"It seems we’re not too late," Su Mu said in a low voice, unconsciously tightening his grip on his gun. The harrowing scene from months ago when he became an apprentice flashed through his mind like a movie reel. At that time, disciples of the Xuanming Sect had suddenly attacked with one clear goal: to abduct him. If it hadn't been for Xuanji Dao Ren's timely intervention, he might have vanished without a trace; the consequences would have been unimaginable. Yet even now, despite their extensive investigation efforts, the true motives behind the Xuanming Sect's actions remained shrouded in mystery—a fishbone lodged in his throat that he could not swallow, leaving him feeling frustrated and uneasy.
At that moment, a chilling voice suddenly pierced through the silence: "You finally made it." They turned toward the sound to see Zhao Gang emerging slowly from the shadows, brandishing a glinting dagger. His once handsome face was now twisted into a grotesque smile.
"I didn't expect you to find this place," Zhao Gang said with a hint of surprise in his tone but mostly disdain and mockery.
"Zhao Gang, you can't escape!" Ye Qiu shouted fiercely, his eyes blazing like torches aimed directly at Zhao Gang as if trying to pierce through him.
At these words, Zhao Gang paused slightly before breaking into a cold laugh. "Escape? Why would I escape? Everything I've done is for the Xuanming Sect! To realize its great revival!" His emotions surged as he spoke, plunging him into an almost frenzied state.
Seeing Zhao Gang like this sent a chill down Su Mu's and Ye Qiu's spines. The sect that had nearly abducted Su Mu before and was later repelled by them along with Xuanji Dao Ren had now resurfaced! And judging by Zhao Gang's demeanor, their scheme seemed even more terrifying than before...
Just then, a shadow emerged like a ghost from behind the mysterious altar. The figure was tall and imposing, over eight feet high, draped in black robes that seemed to merge with the surrounding darkness. However, what caught their attention most was his face obscured by a mask; only his eyes were visible—glowing with an eerie light like snakes hidden in the night, sending shivers down their spines.
"Wu Yong!" Su Mu and Ye Qiu exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with shock. The target they had been desperately pursuing for days—Wu Yong—had appeared before them in such a bizarre manner. What was even more astonishing was that he was also a member of the Xuanming Sect!
"Hmph, that's right, I am Wu Yong," the voice behind the mask was as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion. "You reckless fools dare to repeatedly thwart my plans? This place will be your grave!" As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and gently pulled off his mask, revealing a face as pale as paper, twisted and hideous.
Su Mu stared in horror; she recognized him from a previous encounter. Months ago, during a sudden attack, her master had saved her from this terrifying man, who had been one of the Xuanming Sect's disciples. Looking back now, he must have been one of the leaders of the Xuanming Sect who had narrowly escaped capture. Since then, he had cleverly concealed his true identity and lurked in the shadows, meticulously plotting one horrifying scheme after another.
First came Wang Qiang's bizarre medical accident, followed by the gruesome murder that occurred at the market. The mastermind behind all these events was Wu Yong. In pursuit of the so-called revival of the Xuanming Sect, he was willing to sacrifice innocent lives in bloody rituals. Moreover, he had skillfully manipulated Zhao Gang's deep-seated hatred for Mrs. Zhang's family, turning him into a pawn under his control.
"Xuanming Sect! You guys are like ghosts that refuse to vanish!" Su Mu shouted furiously, her eyes wide with rage. Her voice seemed capable of shattering the air around them. "Last time you managed to escape by sheer luck, but this time I will not give you any chance to flee! I must find out why you have relentlessly pursued me and why you are so intent on capturing me!"
In response to Su Mu's furious rebuke, Wu Yong merely laughed arrogantly, throwing his head back: "Hahaha! You think two of you can stop us? You're simply overestimating yourselves!" His arrogant laughter echoed throughout the space, sending chills down their spines.
As soon as Wu Yong finished speaking, an intense battle erupted. Zhao Gang lunged forward like a fierce tiger towards Su Mu, wielding a sharp long knife that glinted menacingly in the light. However, Su Mu showed no fear; she sidestepped Zhao Gang's fierce attack and delivered a powerful kick to his chest.
Meanwhile, Ye Qiu was not idle either. With dual swords in hand, she danced gracefully across the battlefield like an ethereal fairy, each thrust carrying lethal intent. Despite Zhao Gang's impressive skills, he soon began to show signs of defeat under the coordinated assault from Su Mu and Ye Qiu. Before long, he was struck in the abdomen by a heavy punch from Su Mu and fell to the ground, quickly subdued.
However, the battle did not end with Zhao Gang's defeat. At that moment, Wu Yong—who had been watching from the sidelines—finally made his move. A powerful aura erupted from him as he charged towards Su Mu and Ye Qiu like a bolt of lightning. His punches were fierce and domineering; each strike seemed capable of splitting mountains and shattering stones, forcing Su Mu and Ye Qiu to retreat repeatedly.
Inside the abandoned factory, blades flashed and clashed while cries of battle echoed loudly through the air. Amidst this fierce melee, Su Mu drew upon months of relentless training; his skills had significantly improved. Now his speed and strength were greatly enhanced compared to before—he was almost unrecognizable.
Eventually, reinforcements from the police arrived and surrounded them. Su Mu and Ye Qiu exerted all their strength to subdue Wu Yong. With both Wu Yong and Zhao Gang captured, the Xuanming Sect's conspiracy was once again thwarted. The mystery behind the word "sacrifice" was finally unraveled. What awaited them now were severe legal repercussions and deeper investigations into the Xuanming Sect by Su Mu and Ye Qiu—especially regarding why they were so intent on capturing Su Mu.
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