269: Chapter 269 Fighting strong men is an absolutely wonderful thing.

It was the Professor and Lin Chuqiao.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and his heart settled a bit.

Since they could successfully establish a mental connection and reach out to him, there was a high probability that they were still in the same space.

"I'm fine."

Hearing their concerned inquiries, Fang Cheng immediately responded and casually asked:

"Where are you guys? Is everyone safe right now?"

"The few of us have already gathered together and were originally planning to leave Miwu Mountain..."

Lin Chuqiao answered him immediately, but her tone couldn't help pausing:

"It's just that, because we couldn't get in touch with you for a while and worried that you might have run into some trouble, we've been waiting here in the woods for your whereabouts."

Her voice was soft, yet carried an imperceptible tremor, as if she had been suppressing her worry earlier and was now letting it out, looking slightly emotional.

"Yeah, White Ghost, we were all so worried about you."

Bailing then chimed in crisply: "Big Sister Xiaochu even thought you were trapped in some corner by the Lu family's people, helpless, and brought us all over looking for you."

"Hey, I told you guys you were overthinking it."

Dachui also chimed in eagerly, his booming voice pulling at the conscious channel as if it were buzzing:

"What kind of figure is White Ghost? He single-handedly poked a huge hole in the Lu family's Formation. No matter how many enemies there are, I believe he can carve out a bloody path."

Dachui spoke with dancing eyebrows and glowing face; ever since witnessing Fang Cheng's feat of taking on more than a dozen people single-handedly and leaping across Miwu Mountain, he admired him from the bottom of his heart.

His words were full of admiration, seemingly appearing even more confident than Fang Cheng himself.

The members of the Professor's team chimed in one after another, each expressing their concern.

Among them was a voice, precisely the middle-aged man with the codename "Night Owl" and suspected to be Li Dingjian.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng's heart relaxed, and then he explained with a bit of apology:

"Sorry, I just found a secluded place to treat my injuries, keeping you all waiting."

"Ah, you're injured?"

"How is it? Is it serious?"

Hearing this, Lin Chuqiao and Night Owl spoke almost simultaneously, their anxiety beyond words.

Bailing and Dachui then also let out cries of surprise.

For a moment, everyone's focus gathered entirely on Fang Cheng's injuries.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury, and it has long since healed."

Fang Cheng smiled, indicating that his state was very good, his tone steady and resolute, exuding a reassuring vibe.

Hearing this, everyone let out a long sigh of relief, and their hanging hearts finally dropped.

Both sides exchanged a few words, easing the somewhat tense atmosphere.

Fang Cheng then asked the Professor:

"Professor, after the Formation was destroyed, how is the relocation of the Lu family's Secret Realm going? Can we consider ourselves out of the Inner World now?"

This was the most important question, concerning whether everyone could escape unscathed from this treasure-hunting operation.

"According to my experience and observation, we have already broken away from the Inner World. At least we can find the previously marked paths and should be able to walk smoothly out of Miwu Mountain."

The Professor sorted out his thoughts, paused slightly, and replied:

"As for whether the relocation of the Lu family's Secret Realm was successful, I can't tell anything for the time being."

"At that time, the Lu family and the Black Sect lamas were fighting fiercely, and the scene was extremely chaotic. Night Owl and I took the Opportunity to escape the manor and found Xiaochu and the others to regroup."

"It has been about an hour now. Looking over from here, there is no unusual movement in the manor. I estimate that either the Lu family's Origin Qi has been heavily damaged and they are unable to fight again in a short time, or they have chosen to go into seclusion to temporarily avoid the sharp edge. The Black Sect lamas may have also taken this Opportunity to leave."

Fang Cheng nodded thoughtfully.

As long as they could evacuate smoothly, that was fine.

The two sides were fighting a fierce battle, so a completely innocent passerby like himself shouldn't blindly get involved to avoid burning himself.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, the Professor specifically asked:

"White Ghost, did you encounter that bloody rain just now?"

Fang Cheng was slightly startled, then answered truthfully:

"A bloody rain also fell on my side. This rainwater seems to have a pretty good effect for healing injuries. After absorbing it, not only did my injuries rapidly improve, but my physical strength also became much more abundant."

"That's good, we have a similar situation on our side."

Hearing this, the Professor's words revealed a sense of gratification:

"Although the golden bumpa bottle was ultimately not obtained, at least we gained this Opportunity, and no one returned empty-handed. It can be considered a congratulatory matter."

"Looking back at this trip of ours, we have gone through all kinds of hardships and numerous twists and turns..."

Just as the Professor was habitually making his action summary speech, a voice suddenly chimed in somewhat hurriedly:

"Professor, I see the lights of a convoy approaching about two kilometers down the mountain, and a helicopter is also flying towards this side."

The speaker was Monkey, who was responsible for the reconnaissance mission.

"It should be the Lu family's reinforcement troops coming over."

Hearing this, the Professor immediately stopped talking and decisively said:

"Let's not talk about other things for now. Let's evacuate safely according to the plan first, and contact each other after returning to the urban area."

"Okay, okay..."

Everyone responded one after another, their voices seemingly revealing a hint of fatigue.

Evidently, this thrilling adventure had drained a lot of everyone's energy.

Before retreating, Lin Chuqiao softly asked:

"White Ghost, are you leaving with us?"

Her words seemed to imply a hint of anticipation.

"No, I still have some business to attend to."

Fang Cheng thought for a moment and politely declined.

Then he really remembered something, so he asked again:

"By the way, have you seen those few teammates who were traveling with me?"

The Professor replied:

"Those few people from your team are waiting near the manor. They were also looking for you everywhere earlier, so I asked Dachui to go notify them."

"Alright then, sorry to trouble you."

They said goodbye to each other, and the mental connection was subsequently broken.

In an instant, the noises in his mind seemed to be isolated, and the surroundings returned to peace.

Fang Cheng stood alone in place as a breeze gently brushed across his face.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered his next move in his heart.

Right now, the matter of the treasure hunt had settled, and he hadn't left behind any flaws that would expose his whereabouts.

He shouldn't need to specifically handle the aftermath to avoid being tracked down by the Lu family and Black Sect people.

Buzz buzz buzz—

Just as he was pondering, an abnormal sound came from afar to near.

Fang Cheng alertly raised his head to look, his gaze bright and sharp like an eagle.

He saw a helicopter flashing dazzling red lights, its rotors stirring up airflow and cutting through the night sky, flying rapidly towards this side.

The outline of the fuselage appeared extra clear under the cold moonlight, and through the Driving cabin glass, one could even vaguely see a young man sitting in the Driving cabin.

That man was Yingjun in appearance, exuding an extraordinary temperament all over his body. As if sensing something, he suddenly turned his head and lowered his gaze to look towards the direction where Fang Cheng was.

Fang Cheng's expression tightened, and the moment their gazes met, he quickly withdrew his Eagle Eye Vision ability.

Following closely, he abruptly strode forward, like a black lightning bolt, swiftly diving into the dense woods.

His footsteps were light and agile, shuttling quickly among the woods, his figure skillfully avoiding the crisscrossing branches and vines.

Along the way, Fang Cheng also caught sight of a few figures appearing in this deep, lonely, and quiet Miwu Mountain.

Looking closely, they were members of other teams participating in the treasure hunt.

Despite experiencing several dangerous situations akin to "running from the poison gas", quite a few people still survived thanks to their respective special abilities.

Fang Cheng's figure was like the wind, sometimes running, sometimes stopping, quietly hiding in the shadows.

Being stark naked at the moment, he did not rashly show himself.

The discussions of those treasure hunters were faint, transmitted into his ears with the wind.

Some words were filled with regret, feeling indignant for the golden bumpa bottle, as such a precious treasure was actually destroyed by some bastard who didn't know how to cherish tender jade.

Others were extremely rejoiced, feeling that keeping their lives was obviously more important than anything else.

Still others had faces brimming with excitement, seemingly having also been fortunate enough to absorb the mysterious bloody rain, greatly enhancing their own abilities.

Hiding in the shadows, Fang Cheng calmly withdrew his gaze and nimbly sidestepped a horizontally growing branch.

Fixing his eyes on a solitary strong man who had cursed him the most fiercely just now, he quietly approached the target and suddenly launched a sneak attack.

After successfully knocking him unconscious, he stripped off all the clothes, pants, and shoes from his body and quickly put them on himself.

Then he strode forward, continuing to run quickly towards the direction leading to the foot of the mountain.

The accumulated rotten leaves under his feet emitted a slight "rustling" sound, as if quietly recounting the many secrets buried in Miwu Mountain.

Raising his eyes to look overhead, fragmented moonlight sprinkled down through the branches and leaves, light and shadow interlaced and intertwined, as if draping a layer of thin veil over this forest.

Everything around seemed so quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, the breeze that had gently brushed his face abruptly stopped, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly.

Fang Cheng stopped his steps, a faint chill on his back, as if being targeted by a wild beast.

That feeling of needles on his back made all the muscles in his body instantly tense up, and every nerve entered a state of high alert.

Swish!

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, instantly tearing apart the surrounding silence.

The sharp sound of breaking air startled a flock of resting birds.

He saw a chain, like a dormant venomous snake, swiftly darting out from the woods on the right, aiming straight for Fang Cheng's throat.

Its speed was to the extreme, like lightning crossing the night sky, dazzling and leaving no time to make any reaction at all.

Fang Cheng, however, had a calm expression. With his toes lightly tapping the ground, he was like a swallow skimming the water, his figure flashing and disappearing instantly.

Leaving only an afterimage in place, which was fiercely struck by that chain and dissipated into the air in a flash.

Relying on his transcendent agility attribute and instinctive pre-judgment of danger, Fang Cheng easily dodged this seemingly fatal blow.

However, the crisis came one after another.

Before he could recover his senses, almost at the same time, another chain, like a ghostly phantom, quietly emerged from the left rear.

At this moment, echoing the previous chain, it abruptly formed a pincer-like strangulation momentum!

The barbs on the two chains were bone-chillingly sharp, flashing with an intimidating cold light, carrying a whistling wind, dancing wildly left and right, front and back.

Like two bloody giant mouths, baring fangs and brandishing claws as they lunged at Fang Cheng, swearing to tear him into pieces before giving up.

Surrounded in the middle, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, his soles abruptly exerting force to kick, his body ejecting from the middle like a cannonball.

Once again, he narrowly avoided the dual pincer attack.

Only in the instant he dodged, the tip of a chain gently brushed past the Cham mask worn on his face.

After the fierce collision and ruthless burning of flames during the previous battle, this mask had long become extremely fragile.

Being lightly brushed past by this, it instantly cracked open a large gap, and some fragments fell down rustlingly.

Fang Cheng dodged this set of combo sneak attack moves, stabilized his figure in a flash, and looked fixedly.

"Hehehe—"

A gloomy laughter, like the cry of a Night Owl, came from the dense bushes.

Following closely, a figure slowly walked out.

That person's head was bald, densely stuck with slender steel needles.

Reflected under the moonlight, it emitted an icy light, appearing exceptionally eerie and terrifying.

It was precisely Nailhead, who had participated together in the treasure-hunting operation in the manor earlier and then inexplicably disappeared.

He paced leisurely, the chain wrapped around his hand writhing rhythmically as he walked.

Resembling a snake with life, brewing the next wave of fatal attacks.

"Your reaction and speed are indeed very fast, ranking in the top ten among all the people I have ever seen."

At this moment, this man, whose appearance and actions exuded an eerie aura, looked at Fang Cheng, the corners of his mouth rising slightly to reveal a trace of seemingly non-existent appreciation.

As if the soul-stirring fatal move just now was merely a testing-natured joke.

Fang Cheng silently stared at his opponent, his fists clenched tightly, taking a step forward.

Accompanied by his whole body muscles bulging and swelling, suddenly there was a crisp "click" sound.

The red mask on his face, which was already dilapidated to begin with, completely shattered at this point, peeling off entirely.

Nailhead's expression was slightly startled, his eyes instantly as if attracted by a magnet, firmly staring at Fang Cheng's revealed true face.

After quite a long while, he slowly opened his mouth:

"So you like wearing a white mask; no wonder everyone calls you White Ghost."

In the darkness, Fang Cheng's face was pale, his features ferocious, his eyes resembling burning red gems, flashing with a scarlet light.

His whole body also emitted a scorching aura, just like an evil ghost stepping out of a blazing Hell, making people awe-inspiring.

Looking closely, one was shocked to find that behind that shattered red mask, there was actually hidden another white mask.

Turns out before tonight's operation, for the sake of safety, Fang Cheng had specially worn this stone statue mask with powerful defense as a layer of hidden protection for himself.

At this moment, his eyes were like burning flames, his fierce light fully exposed, and he said in a deep voice:

"Do you want to fight me?"

"You misunderstood."

Nailhead shook his head slightly, the smile on his face revealing a bit of craftiness:

"I am merely out of professional ethics and a sense of responsibility to remind you, and to understand your identity and background."

Changing the subject, the corners of his mouth split open abruptly, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, his smile becoming increasingly eerie.

"Of course, being able to fight a strong man like you is definitely a wonderful thing."

"If your hands are really itchy and you really want to spar, could you wait a few more minutes for me?"

Saying this, his gaze suddenly became cold, casting like a sharp arrow towards another place in the dense forest, while raising his volume and saying sternly:

"You group of mice have hidden for so long, are you still unwilling to come out?"

The sound was like a sharp whistle, shuttling and echoing among the woods.

Instantly startling a flock of resting birds, fluttering their wings hurriedly, the "rustling" sounds were endless all of a sudden.

The quiet atmosphere was broken, and a tense undercurrent seemed to quietly surge in the air.

Following Nailhead's stern shout, a "crack" sound of footsteps stepping on dead branches suddenly rang out in the forest.

After a burst of rustling movements, a group of people were seen walking out successively from the dark, spreading out in a fan shape, quickly surrounding Fang Cheng and Nailhead in the middle.

These people were of all kinds, holding various weapons in their hands, their eyes all exuding a fierce and courageous aura, obviously having ambushed here for a long time.

The leader was a burly, dark-skinned strong man.

He was seen with grenades hanging on his body and holding a giant battleaxe tightly in both hands, completely looking like a fully armed ferocious bandit.

At this moment, he stood in front like an iron tower, roaring in a muffled voice:

"Nailhead, you bastard, I've been looking for you for so long, and I didn't expect you to be chatting with someone here instead!"