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Wolf Howl Gorge How could a pack of wolves possibly appear? While the campsite was in chaos, Xiao Qiang went to search for Min Dagang, the city lord, and several other companions. The commotion was caused by Sentinel discovering something halfway up the mountain—green lights flickering and moving.
At first, Sentinel thought it was wild insects or some other small creatures, but after observing for a few minutes, he realized something was off. Those flickering lights were approaching them from downhill. One Sentinel raised his gun, using the camp's light to see what these fearless creatures were.
As he got closer and focused his gaze, he saw a dark mass of a Wolf Pack. They bared their teeth and howled, ready to pounce and attack.
Oh no, this was serious. Without any orders, Sentinel dared not fire a warning shot. He extended his thumb and index finger to form a pistol shape, as he had heard that wolves were not afraid of guns but feared fire. However, the situation was urgent, so he resorted to using Thug language to try to communicate with the pack.
The wolves dismissed his gestures and continued to advance aggressively. Panicking, Sentinel backed away while shouting, "Wolves are coming!" But before he could retreat a few steps, the Wolf Pack had already overwhelmed him. In an instant, chaos erupted in the camp; soldiers shouted warnings and called for torches, yet no one noticed that the confined Xiao Qiang had crafted two items inside his tent.
Ultimately, the Wolf Pack was suppressed by the military's overwhelming firepower, pushed back five hundred meters to their original position on the slope. The ground was littered with the bodies of many injured wolves. Once the soldiers drove away the pack, they remembered those who had been confined and there was another uproar as they shouted that one had escaped.
Meanwhile, the retreating wolves hid among the tangled grass, their green eyes glimmering through the gaps as they watched the moving figures and flickering torches in the camp, as if waiting for something.
Xiao Qiang had fled; he did not manage to find the city lord or Min Dagang. Time was too pressing; he could not afford to delay; otherwise, none would escape.
In truth, the military's reason for confining them under the pretext of checking for virus infection was actually aimed at erasing whatever secrets lay within their minds. Perhaps what they sought to erase included unspeakable secrets; once those memories were gone, there would be no more alarming vampire tales spreading from their lips.
Running through the night was nothing unusual for Xiao Qiang. No matter how arduous the journey might be, it was far better than staying at the camp, letting them manipulate him before being escorted to a Temporary Military Tribunal to face baseless accusations!
If conditions were right, Xiao Qiang could activate his Reincarnation Card to return to the future world. However, there remained an unresolved knot in his heart that he needed to untangle first.
Without a compass or a watch to guide him, he could still discern directions accurately. His agile figure darted through the darkness like a spirit monkey; uneven terrain posed no fear as he slipped through every gap and ran down every path. Compared to the frenzied leaps of vampires, his speed surpassed theirs without question.
Xiao Qiang had lost track of time, unaware of how long he had been running. Finally, exhaustion overcame him, and he collapsed at the doorstep of Nalan's home.
His mind was filled with questions about the sins committed at Dingbao Mountain and the lingering consequences left behind. He wanted to uncover who had met with Nalan to take away the Mutant virus. Was it Professor R or the military? Or perhaps the military was involved, with Professor R conducting research on the evolution and transmission of the Mutant virus behind the scenes, aiming to utilize the virus's mutated elements to develop Biochemical Weapons, along with all related data ownership.
The sky was overcast, and a light rain began to fall steadily. The vines climbing over the walls of Nalan's courtyard glistened with fresh green leaves swaying gently in the wind, their colors brightened by the rain.
Xiao Qiang stumbled closer to the green vines, plucking a leaf and inhaling its raw, fresh scent. Leaning against the wall, he pressed his fingers against the vines, thirst gnawing at him as he tilted his head back, hoping to catch even a drop of rainwater.
But the raindrops fell from a great height, so weak that even a gust of wind could blow them away. He licked his cracked lips in frustration and shook his head helplessly as he carefully made his way toward Nalan's front door.
Out of habit, he stood at the entrance and instinctively glanced back. His gaze landed on the dense vines, suddenly recalling that he had once seen a sealed jar there, though it was now gone.
In Xiao Qiang's memory, Nalan's front door should have been locked. They had left through the back door, and the front door was secured from within. Yet as soon as his fingers brushed against the front door, it creaked open slightly with an eerie sound.
Staring in surprise at the half-open door, he hesitated. In that moment of uncertainty, he furrowed his brow and flared his nostrils, trying to catch any hidden scent in the air.
He was far too fatigued; a faint musty odor wafted toward him. He chuckled to himself in self-mockery; it seemed he had become overly sensitive to his surroundings, losing his sense of security and questioning everything.
Once inside, he rummaged for some food that would suffice to fill his stomach before deciding to take a shower. He longed to wash away all his fatigue and grime.
Finding the bathroom, he wasted no time in turning on the shower. Lying back in the luxurious bathtub filled with steaming water allowed him to relax completely; it was so soothing that he felt himself drifting into sleep, almost forgetting where he was and dreamily returning to a future world.
Xiao Qiang watched as steam rose from the hot water, forming ethereal mist around him. In that mist, Lin Yu gazed at him with affectionate eyes full of ambiguity.
He smiled as he reached out his hand, penetrating the mist to grasp her cool, delicate little hand.
Lin Yu approached him gently and slowly. He caught a glimpse of her eyes, which held a hint of sadness, and her lips curled into a bitter smile.
"Yu, I need you."
Lin Yu remained silent, her expression suddenly darkening, exuding a chilling aura. The sorrowful look on her face transformed into something eerie and inscrutable. This surprised Xiao Qiang; he took Lin Yu's hand and brought it to his lips, intending to kiss her.
Suddenly, the delicate hand he held slipped away from his strong grasp. In an instant, Lin Yu vanished. As Xiao Qiang stared in shock, a spine-chilling laugh seeped through the mist.
"Hmph... Hmph..."
What was happening? Xiao Qiang shook his head vigorously. His head felt heavy, and his consciousness was muddled, making it hard to concentrate.
It seemed there were many more people in the room; he could feel eyes watching him from the mist. What he saw now was the reality—Lin Yu was not among those people, nor was it an illusion... The fleeting hallucination earlier had been caused by the green vines tainted by the virus smoke.
The thought that military personnel were lying in ambush in Nalan's room just crossed his mind when Xiao Qiang's instincts kicked in. He sprang up from the water, his fists flying like the wind as he struck at the military personnel who were already within arm's reach. Then he turned and flung open the window leading outside, escaping the encirclement completely.
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