161: Chapter 161 is here.

By the time Han Jingyang finished speaking, it was already two in the morning.

He stood up, stretched, looked up at the full moon in the sky, and said with a smile, "Old man in white shirt, if you discover anything, let me know too."

The Old man in white shirt asked with a chuckle, "What if I say no?"

"If you don't want to say it, then don't. You have a big background and great strength; I couldn't force you even if I wanted to, right?"

"Then why did you tell me so much?"

"You look like a decent person, and besides, it's all to catch the killer sooner. Does it really matter who catches them?"

"Hahahaha, I just love watching you young people put on an act and say high-sounding words..."

The Old man in white shirt laughed heartily, his voice resonant and rich, echoing across the wilderness.

Han Jingyang picked at his aching ears.

Why laugh so loudly? Having a shouting contest?

When the old man finished laughing, he said calmly, "Tell your people to be careful. I have a not-so-good premonition."

"Our people?" The Old man in white shirt laughed. "With me here, and so many of us here, let alone some mere coward hiding their head and showing their tail, even if the current head of the Abe family from Japan came with their clan's ancestral treasure, we wouldn't be afraid at all."

Han Jingyang glanced at some of the people beside the Old man in white shirt and said seriously, "Old man in white shirt, I'm not trying to scare you, and I'm definitely not joking."

"Alright, alright, I get it. If I find anything, I'll let you know. No need to try and stir up trouble here. Little Han, back when I was wandering the world and playing tricks, your father was still just a little brat."

Han Jingyang: "..."

What else was there to say? It's hard to save those determined to die with good advice.

If they won't listen even after saying it to this extent, then they deserve it if they die.

However, it seems they won't die. But a Blood-Light Calamity is unavoidable.

Han Jingyang could see it clearly: among the staff present, most had a hint of blood-red color above their heads, especially those non-combat staff members, whose blood-red color was the thickest.

It wasn't there when he saw them in the afternoon. In other words, the situation had changed during the half-day from afternoon to early morning.

Fortunately, there was a great expert like the Old man in white shirt, otherwise this group of people would be wiped out. Of course, this was also an opportunity.

Han Jingyang waved his hand with a smile, "Old man in white shirt, see you tomorrow."

After speaking, he took Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya to the car and left, but circled around at the village entrance and returned to the village. He didn't turn on the lights, drove very slowly, and finally stopped on a dark path.

Shi Xiaoya was very nervous, "Boss, is there a situation?"

"Yes, although I don't know if it's the killer, we can't miss any suspicious points at this time."

"In other words, you're fishing for them?"

"What fishing? This is called secret protection. In case they aren't a match, we can rush out and offer timely help. What a positive thing to do."

"Boss, how do you know?" Shi Xiaoya took a small monocular telescope out of her bag, leaned close to Han Jingyang, and peered toward Wang Jinliang's house several hundred meters away.

Han Jingyang coughed lightly. This position... is she for real? She's even pressing on my hand.

However, she really lives up to the name of a little enchantress; her figure is really good, and the tactile sensation is also great, truly exquisite.

And this fragrance, it's slightly different from that day, lighter, but more penetrating. One breath, and it goes straight to the heart and lungs.

Han Jingyang glanced at Liu Jing, who was sitting in the back row, through the rearview mirror. Seeing that Liu Jing was also looking out the window, he gently pulled out his pinned hand and lightly rested it against Shi Xiaoya's graceful waistline.

This position looked like a perfectly normal couple. However, they really weren't a couple.

In Han Jingyang's understanding, a couple should be partners who know and love each other and want to spend their lives together. With Shi Xiaoya? They hadn't even known each other for a few days.

Although he appreciated her temperament, ability, appearance, and figure, it was more about yielding to her initiative. This little woman was too proactive and too bold.

Han Jingyang simply didn't refuse Shi Xiaoya's initiative. Hmm, not proactive, not refusing.

The moon set in the west, and the morning star rose. It was about to be dawn, but there was no movement.

Liu Jing looked at her watch, "Boss, it's almost four o'clock."

Han Jingyang calmly moved his palm away from Shi Xiaoya's lower abdomen and said softly, "Wait a little longer, they will definitely come."

Shi Xiaoya gently clamped her legs together, twisted her slender waist, and pressed even closer to Han Jingyang, asking, "Boss, are you sure?"

Han Jingyang was just about to nod when he saw a streak of black energy in the sky, like a dark cloud, flying toward Wang Jinliang's house. It's here!

So bizarre! What kind of method is this to be able to control things from a distance? It's like the demons that can ride the clouds and mist in "Journey to the West"! No wonder they haven't been able to find the killer for so many years. It would be a miracle if they could find them.

Han Jingyang patted Shi Xiaoya, "It's here, get out of the car, get ready to save people."

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing instantly regained their focus, each grabbed their weapons and got out of the car together. Liu Jing also conveniently grabbed Han Jingyang's large bag of props.

Han Jingyang was also fully armed, but he only carried a solid bamboo cane in his hand; this cane could be called a weakened version of the God-Beating Whip.

He wanted to see if it was a minor ghost or a great god hiding in this floating dark cloud. Get out of the car. Run with small steps.

Very quickly, he heard shouts and even the sound of weapons clashing coming from the courtyard. They're fighting? So fast?

Han Jingyang concentrated and looked closely. The small courtyard was already shrouded in dark clouds, with black energy churning; it was gloomy and terrifying, making one fearful at the sight.

Rushing to the main gate, he saw the Old man in white shirt charging left and right among the crowd, attempting to subdue the subordinates who seemed to have lost their minds. But it was completely ineffective.

Each subordinate seemed possessed by a vicious ghost, staring with wide eyes, grabbing any object nearby that could serve as a weapon to attack others, or even themselves.

A stylish young man with rimless glasses found an old-fashioned grater, pressed his palm onto it, and scraped it crazily. In an instant, the bone was exposed, and a pile of shredded flesh fell beneath the grater.

Yet, the stylish young man felt no pain at all, with an excited expression on his face, as if what he was grating wasn't his own palm, but a potato or a carrot.

There were also those holding clubs and smashing their own heads hard. Others were waving kitchen knives and hacking wildly.

In an instant, blood was everywhere inside and outside the courtyard, and the thick smell of blood spread with the night wind, making one want to vomit upon smelling it.

Han Jingyang had been mentally prepared, after all, he had seen the scene photos and videos. But his body couldn't accept it, and he instinctively rushed to the roadside and vomited heavily.

"Ugh—" "Save—ugh—" "Save people first—"

Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya looked at each other and nodded. The next second, Liu Jing waved her blade and rushed in. Shi Xiaoya squatted beside Han Jingyang, gently patting his back while looking around alertly, her vigilance instantly maxed out.

Han Jingyang vomited until the world turned dark and dizzy, almost vomiting up bile. When he was helped up by Shi Xiaoya, golden lights and black spots flickered before his eyes, and he could barely see Shi Xiaoya's face.

He turned his head to look at the courtyard. He didn't see anything, but his body uncontrollably vomited again! Too bloody! It far exceeded the limit his body could bear, to the point that it triggered a stress response.

Damn it! Don't let me find you! If I find you, I'll have to—ugh—

By the time Han Jingyang recovered, the battle in the courtyard had ended. Liu Jing's joining had greatly reduced the pressure on the Old man in white shirt, and he quickly subdued all the out-of-control subordinates.