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Jiang Xiao's face darkened. If the curator hadn't reacted quickly, he would have jumped down just now.
"lead the way!"
After the curator went down, the night watchman wanted to follow, but Jiang Xiao stopped him.
“You go and cover the rear. I’m so kind and honest, I’m afraid you’ll take advantage of me.”
Two people: "?"
The passage was dark and had a stench that Jiang Xiao was familiar with.
Before they had taken more than a few steps, the curator in front of them suddenly stopped.
"Brother, is the road gone?"
The curator's voice was full of confusion; clearly, this was something he had not expected at all.
Given this situation, the three had no choice but to return the way they came.
During the journey, the curator repeatedly assured them that this matter had absolutely nothing to do with them.
Their footsteps echoed in the empty passageway, accompanied by that familiar stench, which inevitably stirred a sense of foreboding in one's heart.
They walked through the winding corridors and finally returned to the hall.
The lights in the hall continued to flicker, creating an eerie atmosphere.
and many more?
Jiang Xiao's gaze involuntarily swept towards the window, where the peach wood sword that had been hanging was gone.
His brows furrowed instantly, and a million curses raced through his mind.
"Where is the peach wood sword?" Jiang Xiao's voice was deep, carrying an undeniable sternness.
The curator and the night watchman also noticed this change, and the two looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
"I...I don't know," the curator stammered. "We were together the whole time, and no one touched the sword."
Jiang Xiao didn't ask any more questions; he knew now was not the time to pursue responsibility.
He looked around, trying to find any suspicious clues.
Just then, a muffled thud broke the silence.
Jiang Xiao and the other two were startled and turned to look, only to see Bao Lebin lying on the ground, his legs still twitching unconsciously.
Just after the three left, this guy obviously encountered something and passed out.
"Bao Lebin!"
Jiang Xiao hurriedly stepped forward, squatted down, and checked his condition.
His breathing was rapid but relatively steady, indicating that he had only temporarily lost consciousness.
The curator and the night watchmen also gathered around, their faces showing concern.
"What...what happened to him?" the Night's Watchman stammered.
Jiang Xiao shook his head: "He must have been scared unconscious. The things that happened here are too bizarre for an ordinary person like him to handle."
As he spoke, Jiang Xiao helped Bao Lebin up and let him lean against the corner of the wall to rest for a while.
His gaze swept across the hall again, seemingly searching for clues about the missing peach wood sword.
"We need to find the peach wood sword quickly; it might be the key to dealing with those monsters."
Jiang Xiao's voice revealed a hint of urgency.
Without Bai Liu's power, it would be difficult for him to deal with spider-like monsters again.
Now that the peach wood sword is lost again, dealing with some of the strange occurrences will be quite a challenge.
Hey!
Still careless!
Jiang Xiao didn't know what was going on in his mind just now; he just stood there dumbfounded and hung up the peach wood sword without realizing that something was wrong.
The curator and the night watchman nodded, though they were apprehensive, they knew that finding the peach wood sword was the priority.
After all, they're afraid of the supernatural too!
“Uh.”
After letting out a painful groan, Bao Lebin, who was in a coma, slowly woke up.
According to him.
As soon as the ghost face outside saw Jiang Xiao leave, it immediately commanded the shadows to frantically ram against the window.
The unclaimed peach wood sword suffered greatly reduced damage and was blown about by the yin energy; it was only a matter of time before it fell.
In a moment of desperation, Bao Lebin rushed to the window, intending to pick up the peach wood sword to drive them away.
Unexpectedly, after being struck by the yin energy, I felt as if my entire soul had drifted away.
Then I felt a sudden dizziness, and finally I felt nothing at all.
After hearing his explanation, Jiang Xiao stroked his chin and stared at Bao Lebin expressionlessly.
"So, you don't know where the peach wood sword is now, is that right?"
Chapter 367 Empty City Strategy
"I don't know~"
Bao Lebin honestly shook his head, indicating that he had just fainted.
"Tsk~"
Jiang Xiao patted Bao Lebin on the shoulder and said with a sigh.
"I never expected that someone as cowardly as you would dare to rush up and try to drive away these ghostly figures at such a critical moment."
Upon hearing Jiang Xiao's words, Bao Lebin smiled sheepishly, indicating that it was something he should do.
"No matter what, I live in a funeral home. If this place falls, I won't have a good ending either."
It was completely dark by then.
The atmosphere here at Martin's place was also exceptionally oppressive and tense.
He seemed to realize at that moment that he had been deceived by the little girl.
"What do I do now? I think I really brought something dirty back with me."
Since the matter was of great importance, Martin did not hide anything and told everyone about the note he found in the cave and the urn containing ashes.
"It's not my fault. Whether it was that little girl or the note, they were both leading me back to the funeral home. I thought... sigh!"
Martin slapped his thigh in regret.
"I was so confused back then, I actually believed those nonsensical things."
His voice trembled slightly, and his hands unconsciously stroked the patterns on the urn.
It seems that a trace of warmth can be found in this cold container.
The curator looked at Martin with a furrowed brow. He knew this was not the time to blame him; they needed to find a solution.
"Night Watchman, can you sense something coming in with Martin?"
As for the Night's Watch...
His face had been grim ever since he left the house, and he was practically spitting out the words through gritted teeth.
"It's not just something that's come in, I feel like there's more than one."
Hey!
Nobody wants to face these bastards!
The curator and the night watchmen, in particular, were already feeling guilty.
That's why their ashes were buried so far away and in such a hidden place, precisely to prevent these things from being found.
But then again.
What kind of incredible luck did Martin have to dig this up?
It’s better now~
The great vengeful spirit (the wronged soul) followed along, and the atmosphere became even more tense.
After hesitating for a long time, the curator suggested, "If all else fails, let's go hide there for a while."
where to go?
The Night's Watchman's face was filled with resistance; he had a psychological trauma from that terrifying behemoth.
"Where?"
Martin asked nervously, not wanting the two of them to run away and leave him alone at the funeral home.