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Chapter 1019 - Chapter 1019: Chapter 1019: Shadow in the Courtyard

Chapter 1019: Chapter 1019: Shadow in the Courtyard

The Rimu Corporation is an industrial group that deals in everything from raw material production to various medical devices.

Its main business in the city of magic is a precision medical equipment manufacturing factory that produces cardiological catheters and various interventional materials, occupying a significant share in the domestic medical market.

Interestingly, most of the technology of this group is not native to Ni Hong–it’s a company owned by people from overseas Ni Hong.

Of course, the distinction between overseas and domestic is not that simple, as the bones are still connected by the tendons. Rimu does have local funds, technology, and personnel from Ni Hong, but… most are from overseas.

The factory isn’t very big because the raw materials are not produced here, and many of the intermediate products aren’t produced here either. It’s just a simple… let’s just call it an assembly processing plant, mainly to evade high tariffs.

I won’t go into the messy details of the medical device industry, but what’s important is that Tenpura Hiro, the person in charge of the factory for Rimu Group, is a crazed “return-to-hometown faction” enthusiast.

Feng Jun once doubted whether there really was a surname like Tenpura in Ni Hong? Later, he found out that their surname was actually Tenpura.

Anyway, this person is the embodiment of “Ni Hong abuses me over and over again, but my love for Ni Hong remains unswayed.”

The factory is located in the suburbs of the city of magic, encompassing roughly fifty to sixty acres, and the residence of Tenpura Hiro takes up more than ten acres. But that’s not unusual, as everyone knows, the hierarchy among Ni Hong people is strict.

Tenpura Hiro’s villa occupies a large piece of land and the yard meets quite the standards, with little bridges over flowing water and discrete paths, all in the style of a traditional Suzhou garden, indicating that the owner is a staunch advocate of Huaxia traditional culture.

Feng Jun travels directly to the roof of the three-story house in the main residence with the Time Shuttle–not on the balcony, but to the rooftop itself.

The villa is highly secured, and although there aren’t many guards, there are more devices such as cameras and infrared alarms than the place they just visited.

The rooftop is a blind spot because Tenpura Hiro doesn’t believe anyone could drop from the sky onto his roof.

As the Time Shuttle lands on the roof, Feng Jun isn’t in a hurry but instead looks around.

It’s a herringbone tile roof structure rather than a flat one, with no space for movement, which is why there aren’t any monitoring and alarm devices.

As he looks around, Feng Jun feels a chill on his face and looks up to see raindrops falling from the sky.

Rain in March is too normal in the city of magic; it would be abnormal not to rain.

Everyone just stands on the roof tiles, silently watching the sudden spring rain cleanse the earth.

All five individuals have storage equipment, most take out umbrellas to shield themselves from the rain from heaven.

Feng Jun doesn’t open an umbrella; in fact, rain can’t touch him if he sets up his energy field, but he likes the feeling of being drenched by rain, which gives him an indescribable joy and a sense of the vitality of life.

Interestingly, Gazi also didn’t open an umbrella, who knows if he can also feel this mystique?

No matter what, it’s always good to follow the leader.

The five of them just sit on the roof, each in different postures–if a modern retelling of “The Eight Immortals Cross the Sea” were needed, this would be quite the scene.

Zhang Caixin sits with her back to the courtyard and facing the ridge of the roof–because she is wearing high heels, she can only assume this posture,

But her senses are very sharp. About ten minutes into the rainfall, she frowns and remarks, “The temperature is dropping… a bit fast.”

Before she finishes speaking, a sudden chill sweeps through, not only felt by her but the others, too, including Feng Jing who can’t help but shiver.

Since Feng Jun and Gazi’s clothes are wet from the rain, they’re particularly sensitive to the cold. Both turn their heads simultaneously and look towards a nearby flat area.

The area isn’t large, less than a hundred square meters, not even half the size of a basketball court, with a basketball hoop standing at the edge and various fitness equipment such as parallel bars and climbing ladders around it, clearly a space for outdoor exercise.

As the only relatively large area in the entire villa that isn’t covered by trees, it doesn’t look out of place. It’s perfectly normal for a ten-acre villa to have a flat area for exercise.

However, at this moment, thick mist begins to rise from this concrete area, growing denser by the moment.

The mist is just condensation from the water vapor in the air due to the cold, which doesn’t need to be overstated. The key question is, what’s causing such a large amount of cold air?

Feng Jun puts a finger to his lips, gesturing for silence, and then reaches into his coat to grab his mobile phone.

His hand was wet from the rain, but as he starts to use the phone, the water has vanished.

Playing with a mobile phone at a time like this? Zhang Caixin inwardly scoffs, although she already knows that Master Feng can perform some unimaginable actions through his phone. But she can’t help wanting to comment.

After a few swipes on his phone, Feng Jun looks at Feng Jing and speaks in a very low voice, “You prepare to record a video, and everyone else protect Teacher Mei.”

In just a short time, the mist on the ground becomes even thicker, and the chill intensifies.

Feng Jun, however, seems to relax, sitting down on the roof ridge, calmly watching the scene unfold before him.

Zhang Caixin, driven by curiosity, crouches down beside Feng Jun and whispers in his ear, “What is that? A Formation?”

Feng Jun nodded slightly, then responded in an extremely low voice, “An incomplete formation.”

Despite his low voice, everyone was all ears and heard his response.

Gazi, not understanding, asked, “Can those Ni Hong devils also do this? Is it an impressive formation?”

Feng Jun shook his head, replying somberly, “It’s not all that impressive. All of you, stop talking and observe carefully, see if there’s anything to be learned… Opportunities like this are rare.”

When the fog rose to over a person’s height, it stopped rising, but strangely, the incoming fog from all directions did not increase the density of the fog, it only made the temperature drop a bit more.

Another ten minutes or so passed when the patch of fog suddenly started to churn, like boiling water, or undulating waves.

Then, within the fog, some faint shadows began to appear.

With time, these vague shadows gradually solidified, and it became possible to discern that they were human figures.

Everyone’s attention was captivated by these shadows, each person wearing a grave expression.

Just then, Feng Jun’s voice echoed ominously, “This is a Mother-Child Yin Yang remnants array, which also incorporates elements of the Trapped Dragon Formation’s binding. The person who laid this array isn’t low in formation attainment.”

Zhang Caixin couldn’t hold back anymore and blurted out, “The Mother-Child Yin Yang Formation, isn’t that a formation for sharing Qi? Why do I feel like this place is for nurturing ghosts?”

To be frank, among Feng Jun’s disciples, Xiao Caixin is undoubtedly the top one. Not only is her cultivation speed fast, but she also has the most extensive knowledge of the Daoist Sects’ scriptures.

–Because her cultivation speed is fast, she has a lot of spare time to browse through various scriptures, unlike Sister Hong and Feng Jing, who have many daily matters to deal with, she can study single-mindedly.

Precisely because of this, she has some understanding of this lost Mother-Child Yin Yang Formation.

I don’t even know what they are cultivating here! Feng Jun sighed inwardly, but softly said, “Just watch calmly for now.”

The faint fog still flowed in from all directions, and the figures in the cement-ground fog became increasingly clearer, a group of people in ragged clothes; strangely, the clothes were somewhat discernible, but their faces were not visible.

It’s a good thing it’s night, otherwise, others would definitely see… Feng Jun’s face… uncharacteristically somber.

After an indeterminate amount of time, a dark shadow suddenly appeared beside the fog.

The shadow was also vague, about four to five meters long, with the head of a human and the body of a snake–and two heads at that.

It appeared beside the fog, its body writhing excitedly, and a low whining sound emanated from it, similar to the whistling of a distant dove.

With the whining noise, the figures in the fog twisted, like a road under the scorching summer sun, the scenery became distorted, and objects appeared to drift unsteadily.

Then, the shadow opened its wide mouth and fiercely inhaled towards the fog, sucking in a considerable amount of mist.

After one mouthful, the other head opened its mouth and inhaled fiercely again.

After several such cycles, a muttering sound came from the house, “Ji sa na ku ai.”

Zhang Caixin, who took Ni Hong as her second language in school, spoke quietly upon hearing this, “Someone in the house said, let this shadow quiet down…”

She was just talking when the shadow seemed to notice something, it spun around and looked towards the roof, both heads and all four eyes gazing over with an eerie coldness and ruthlessness.

Zhang Caixin didn’t hesitate and immediately drew a Thunderclap Talisman, ready to activate it–she believed that Yin evil beings were most afraid of Thunder Talismans.

“Hold it!” Feng Jun urgently let out a low shout, flicking his wrist to release the Immortal Binding Rope.

In that instant’s noise, the people in the house were already alarmed, and someone asked sternly, “Who’s there?”

Feng Jun didn’t bother to answer, directing a Divine Sense Attack towards that direction.

“Uh,” the person inside took in a sharp breath and thudded to the floor.

At this moment, Feng Jun’s Immortal Binding Rope had already firmly bound the shadow–after all, nothing can escape it in the Mortal Detachment stage.

After being bound, the shadow struggled violently, making the “whining” noise louder and louder.

“Get in here,” Feng Jing, holding the Spirit Beast Bag, gestured towards it.

But to her surprise, she couldn’t capture the shadow, “What’s the reason for this? Does it have a Magical Treasure on?”

“Is that a Shiki?” Zhang Caixin ventured, “Such Yin spirits, it’s doubtful the Spirit Beast Bag can take them in.”

Her words had just fallen when someone outside the yard asked something in Ni Hong.

While the others couldn’t understand, she did; they were asking what was happening on this side and whether they should help.

She turned her head to look at Feng Jun, speaking urgently in a low voice, “Bad news, someone has become suspicious.”

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