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Chapter 385 - 351: Melody of the Wilderness

Chapter 385: Chapter 351: Melody of the Wilderness

"Hmm~"

Jiang Xiao arched his eyebrows and also shifted his attention to the Big Warehouse Night Watchman.

He had sensed last night at dinner that this guy’s strength was definitely not weak, and now, looking at this stance... he must have guessed right.

After much deliberation, Jiang Xiao couldn’t find a proper opportunity to strike.

He hadn’t received professional training, which was evident back in Sin City—his control over strength was even inferior to Mu Xitang, who sparred with the venerable old woman.

Although the pink-haired lad talked big, his posture did look somewhat professional.

By contrast, Jiang Xiao relied purely on brute force, repeatedly using the Wang Ba Fist; as for the Peach Wood Sword...

The Night Watchman didn’t give Jiang Xiao a sense of eeriness. The Peach Wood Sword probably wouldn’t be effective.

Jiang Xiao’s eyes grew sharp as he clenched his fists, scrutinizing the Night Watchman’s posture and demeanor for any possible weaknesses.

The Night Watchman stood there, his figure lean but like an insurmountable mountain, exuding extraordinary stability.

The surrounding air seemed filled with the tense atmosphere from both sides, to the point where even the usually loquacious Bao Lebin had grown nervous and closed his mouth.

His eyes restlessly scanned back and forth between the two, clearly sensing the ominous signs of an impending outbreak.

In comparison, the Night Watchman seemed even more composed than Jiang Xiao.

"Kid, stop dawdling, make your move, don’t disappoint everyone."

At this moment, Jiang Xiao and the Night Watchman were a mere three steps apart, the air almost solidifying, so quiet that one could hear the heartbeat.

Jiang Xiao caught a glimpse of the Night Watchman’s feet making a slight adjustment. Strike!

Knowing his Wang Ba Fist might not cut it, but still counting on his speed and agility, Jiang Xiao suddenly lunged forward in the blink of an eye and aimed a punch at the Night Watchman’s side face.

However, as if anticipating this move, the Night Watchman tilted his body slightly, and Jiang Xiao’s punch missed, brushing past his shoulder.

Immediately after, the Night Watchman counter-punched at Jiang Xiao’s chest, the speed exceeding Jiang Xiao’s expectations.

Jiang Xiao stepped back several paces, narrowly dodging the heavy blow, cursing inwardly. The Night Watchman’s ability far surpassed his expectations; his moves were simple and efficient, each punch and kick carrying lethal intent and force.

Time seemed to stand still, as each exchange between them was extremely tense.

Jiang Xiao relied on his extraordinary physique, while the Night Watchman was indeed someone who had the guts to stand in for the club manager against Jiang Xiao, obviously well-trained.

Both realized that close combat like this made it hard to determine a victor.

Jiang Xiao’s persistence and the Night Watchman’s composure created a delicate balance, their fists and feet interlocking, mutual recognition twinkling in their eyes.

"Not bad. With a few more years of practice, I might not necessarily be your match."

The Night Watchman’s tone carried quite a bit of surprise, feeling a lingering pain in the arms and legs that had touched Jiang Xiao.

He couldn’t help but wonder if this kid was made of iron?

While Jiang Xiao remained silent...

He had an A-grade regenerative talent; in terms of endurance, this stoic man couldn’t hold a candle to him.

But.

He was not in the mood to drag things out with the other now, he just wanted to get out of this Kaidan...

Besides this stoic Night Watchman, there was also that pig-headed club manager watching eagerly from the side.

He couldn’t help but shake his head and smile wryly.

He had thought he would never need Bai Liu’s power in his lifetime...

Bai Liu’s Blessing (X-grade)

Just as Jiang Xiao was about to make a move, the club manager suddenly laughed, breaking the tense atmosphere. The volume wasn’t loud, but it clearly reached everyone’s ears.

"Alright, that’s enough," the club manager said leisurely, waving at Jiang Xiao, "Jiang Xiao, you really are a tough one. But I respect your courage and perseverance. So here’s the deal, if you truly want to leave, I’ll give you a chance."

Jiang Xiao stared intently at the director, his eyes revealing a distrustful gleam. He knew that this so-called "opportunity" was very likely another trap.

"Alright, spit it out, what do you want me to do?" Jiang Xiao said coldly, forcefully suppressing the anger in his heart.

The director waved his hand, indicating to the surrounding staff to disperse, and gave a slight smile, "Quite simple, investigate that thing that often lurks outside our funeral home’s windows. It’s been peering in, an unrestful ghostly figure that’s caused quite a fuss for a number of days now. If you can find out its origins and bring back some clues, I’ll let you leave."

"The ghostly face outside the window, that’s all you’re asking?" Jiang Xiao was full of doubts.

He had only been there for a day and had already seen this fellow twice.

However, the first time, which was at dusk, was clearly a human in disguise; he had exposed them and they had run off in a fit of embarrassed rage.

The second time was last night, but since the dormitory windows wouldn’t open, Jiang Xiao couldn’t be certain if they were the same person...

The director nodded, as if aware of Jiang Xiao’s suspicions.

"Don’t underestimate this task; it’s much trickier than you’d imagine. Many have tried and not one has uncovered the truth."

He paused for a moment, then added,

"Of course, you could choose another way to leave, but let me clarify that even if you have the strength to kill me and the Night Watchman, you still won’t be able to call a vehicle from the outside to pick you up."

Jiang Xiao fell silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

The reason he hadn’t resorted to force was that he could find no reason for the director not to let him leave; therefore, this blockhead had most likely not lied. To get a car to come, one had to work here for ten full years.

He couldn’t possibly have that kind of patience.

...

Night fell, and Jiang Xiao stood at the window, eagerly awaiting the other’s arrival. To be precise, he had been keeping watch here for a whole day, yet that big face had not appeared again.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or maybe it felt some kind of supernatural summoning, or it could have been to fulfill its daily "window check-in duty."

Just as Bao Lebin came to call Jiang Xiao to dinner,

that ghostly face, with corners of the eyes seemingly bleeding, suddenly appeared!

Jiang Xiao’s expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were sharp as blades.

He began to investigate his surroundings, observing the pattern and frequency of the ghostly face’s appearances. Whenever the night wind howled, the face would flicker in and out of existence outside the window, as if connected to the wind in some way.

Seemly aware that this guy with a Peach Wood Sword was not to be trifled with, the ghostly face drifted away into the distance after checking in.

He couldn’t delay!

As the saying goes, speed is of the essence in warfare!

Jiang Xiao immediately opened the window and, with a flash, vanished into the darkness like a spirit.

The director and the Night Watchman stood immobile in the hall, watching Jiang Xiao’s figure recede, waiting for the outcome.

...

The wilderness was silent and still, Jiang Xiao merging with the night, nimbly shuttling around the funeral home’s perimeter.

Only then did he realise.

The wilderness, which seemed so ordinary during the day, was now filled with tombstones...

Listening to the ceaseless echo of the cold wind in his ears, Jiang Xiao held his breath, pushing his senses to the limit, trying to catch a trace of the ghostly face.

Suddenly, a cry, out of place with the night wind, entered Jiang Xiao’s ears.

It was weeping, yet also carried a melodic tune, drifting from the direction of an ancient willow tree to the south of the funeral home. Something clicked in his mind; he vaguely suspected the ghostly face’s origin was related to this sobbing song.

Jiang Xiao moved silently, following the singing voices, the scenery before him growing increasingly eerie, the surrounding tombstones seeming to tell him untold stories.

And the crying song grew clearer; he could now make out the trembling of each note.

♪♫♬♩~

The scoundrel’s axe now rests against the bar, its wood worn smooth by a man’s calling...

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