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Chapter 398 - 364: I Guarantee with Wang Dayong’s Life

Chapter 398: Chapter 364: I Guarantee with Wang Dayong’s Life

The lights flickered on and off again, and the accompanying wails became even more shrill and piercing, chilling to the bone.

Jiang Xiao’s gaze shifted from the curator and turned to the Night Watchman.

"Since that’s the case, then you must know who instructed you to do these things, right?"

Jiang Xiao’s voice was calm and deep, each word striking the hearts of both men.

The curator and the Night Watchman exchanged glances, a hint of hesitation showing in their eyes.

But recalling Jiang Xiao’s solo battle with the giant spider, they decided to come clean.

The curator swallowed, his lips trembling slightly before he finally spoke.

"Alright, we’ll take you to the vault. But you have to assure our safety."

Jiang Xiao nodded; his gaze was firm, as if he could see deep into a person’s soul.

"I give my assurance on the life of Wang Dayong."

Curator: "?"

"What’s the matter? He’s one of my few good brothers, as close as a limb! It would hurt more than killing me if he were injured!"

The curator and Night Watchman wanted to question further, but Jiang Xiao’s convincing and serious demeanor didn’t seem like he was lying.

Perhaps, to Jiang Xiao, this Wang Dayong really was more important than himself.

Before leaving, Jiang Xiao considerately hung a Peach Wood Sword on the window to deter the ghostly faces from the outside.

To keep those shadows from causing trouble.

As for Bao Lebin...

He was already rooted to the spot amid a bombardment of information.

Dragon Country live-streaming room: ...

[Joy~]

[Can’t hold back the laughter~]

[Wang Dayong: Isn’t... he crazy?]

[Disaster falls from the skies while sitting calmly at home.]

[Sorry, our Da Yong brother doesn’t have a home right now; he lives in the mountains, thank you!]

[Wang Dayong: Thank you, because of you, warmth fills all seasons~]

.....

The curator and Night Watchman led the way, through a series of winding corridors to the vault, finally arriving in front of a wall.

The curator fished out a bunch of keys from his pocket and selected an ancient iron key to insert into a spot on the wall.

There was a "click," and the wall slowly opened.

Inside the wall was a spacious and chilly hall, filled with mountains of ancient artifacts and books, the musty smell hitting them in the face.

Jiang Xiao’s gaze swept around, finally settling on a huge tombstone in a corner of the storeroom.

"This is the place," the Night Watchman’s voice trembled as he pointed under the tombstone to a floor tile, "The switch for the ventilation duct is hidden under this tile."

Very cautious indeed~

You have to enter the vault and then open the wall, and within the room behind the wall, you open the floor tile.

Three layers of protection.

Jiang Xiao stepped forward, crouched down, and pushed the tile forcefully.

After moving the tile, a vast, deep, dark hole appeared, revealing a complex system of mechanical devices inside.

At the same time, there were also some giant scratches surrounding the hole.

These marks were familiar to Jiang Xiao, as just last night, the spider-man had left similar marks on him.

Then the curator reached into the machinery, his fingers deftly adjusting the gears and levers.

"There, the mechanism is now shut."

What?

Jiang Xiao’s expression darkened—if the curator hadn’t moved quickly, he would have just jumped down.

"Lead the way!"

After the curator descended, the Night Watchman also intended to follow, but Jiang Xiao stopped him.

"You cover our rear. I am so kind and simple, I fear you might trick me."

The two: "?"

The passage was dark and carried a stench that Jiang Xiao found all too familiar.

Before they had gone much further, the curator suddenly stopped.

"Bro, is the path gone?"

The curator’s voice was full of confusion, evidently such an occurrence was completely beyond his expectations.

Jiang Xiao moved ahead to see that the way had collapsed, completely blocked off.

With the path in such a state, the three of them had no choice but to return the way they had come.

On the way back, the curator repeatedly assured them that this incident was absolutely unrelated to them.

Their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, accompanied by that familiar stink, which couldn’t help but raise an ill omen in one’s heart.

After traversing the winding corridors, they finally returned to the main hall.

The lights in the hall were still flickering on and off, giving off an especially eerie vibe.

Wait a minute?

Jiang Xiao’s gaze involuntarily swept towards the window, where the Peach Wood Sword that had hung there was now gone.

His brows instantly furrowed, a herd of ’grass mud horses’ stampeding through his mind.

"Where is the Peach Wood Sword?" Jiang Xiao asked in a low voice, with a hint of unmistakable sternness.

The curator and the Night Watchman also noticed the change, exchanging glances, at a loss for words.

"I... I don’t know," the curator stammered. "We’ve been together the whole time, nobody touched the sword."

Jiang Xiao didn’t press further; he knew that now was not the time to assign blame.

He looked around, trying to find any suspicious clues.

At that moment, a dull thud broke the silence.

Jiang Xiao and the others startled, turning to look, only to see Bao Lebin collapsed on the ground, his legs twitching unconsciously.

After the trio had left, it was apparent that Bao had encountered something and had passed out.

"Bao Lebin!"

Jiang Xiao quickly went over, crouching down to check on him.

Though Bao’s breathing was rapid, it was steady; it appeared he had only lost consciousness temporarily.

The curator and the Night Watchman came over as well, their faces showing concern.

"What... what happened to him?" the Night Watchman asked, stuttering.

Jiang Xiao shook his head, "He must have been scared into fainting; the events here are too bizarre for an ordinary person to handle."

Saying so, Jiang Xiao helped Bao Lebin up to rest against the corner of a wall.

His gaze swept the hall once more, seemingly in search of clues as to the whereabouts of the missing Peach Wood Sword.

"We need to find the Peach Wood Sword quickly; it might be key to dealing with those creatures."

A sense of urgency tinged Jiang Xiao’s voice.

Without Bai Liu’s power, it would be difficult to tackle monsters like the Spider-Man again.

Now, with the Peach Wood Sword lost, dealing with any eerie occurrences was going to be troublesome.

Shit!

He had been careless!

Jiang Xiao didn’t know what he had been thinking, just dumbly hanging up the Peach Wood Sword, and not realizing anything was amiss.

The curator and the Night Watchman nodded, though uneasy, they knew that finding the Peach Wood Sword took priority.

After all... they feared the uncanny too!

"Uh... ah..."

Coming to, Bao Lebin let out a series of pained moans.

According to him,

as soon as the ghostly faces outside saw Jiang Xiao leave, they immediately commanded the shadows to wildly crash against the windows.

The unattended Peach Wood Sword’s power was greatly diminished, buffeted by the yin energy, and its fall seemed only a matter of time.

In a panic, Bao Lebin had rushed to the window, intending to pick up the Peach Wood Sword and drive them off.

But, struck by the yin energy, he felt as if his soul had been blown away.

Afterward, everything had spun around him, then there was nothing at all.

After hearing his explanation, Jiang Xiao touched his chin, staring blankly at Bao Lebin.

"So, you don’t know where the Peach Wood Sword is now, right?"