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Chapter 132 - 126 Men Can’t See (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 132: Chapter 126 Men Can’t See (Please Subscribe)

Upon learning that the flood was caused by the White Socks Sect, Duan Yun hastened upstream non-stop.

Days passed and the river, known locally as Qingyi River, had seen a significant reduction in its flow, yet it still surged with turbulent, muddy waters.

As Duan Yun progressed along the riverbank, he frequently spotted unclaimed bodies washed ashore.

He did not know the exact location of the White Socks Sect, as even the professionals from Qingqi Bureau hadn’t provided specific details, but he knew if the flood was man-made, it would inevitably leave behind traces.

And they wouldn’t be few.

He just had to follow the river upstream, and he was sure to find some clues.

The upstream of Qingyi River covered a vast area, and following the river meant Duan Yun wouldn’t lose his way, though it did get dark as he traveled.

He decided to eat first.

One must eat to have the energy to continue, and only with a full stomach could he thoroughly exterminate the culprits.

The journey had been severely impacted by the disaster, leaving no place to buy food, but as a young hero who’s always ready to act for justice, Duan Yun habitually carried dry food and liquor with him.

The liquor was stored in a flask, which was not only convenient to carry but also rather stylish.

In a martial arts video game set in a former life, this flask would probably be an accessory skin.

Duan Yun alternated between sips of liquor and bites of dry food. It certainly wasn’t comparable to dining out, but as long as it filled him up, it was sufficient.

Once full, it was time to act!

During the night, Duan Yun only dozed off briefly before continuing on his way.

He wouldn’t be able to sleep well until he found the White Socks.

He was curious to see just how these White Socks operated.

By noon the next day, Duan Yun arrived at the first town upstream on the Qingyi River, Linjiang Town.

Linjiang Town appeared to have been the first to suffer from the flood. Even though the water had receded considerably, half of the town’s buildings were still submerged.

Bodies floated in the town.

Particularly, one household still had red "happiness" characters pasted on its doors and windows, yet a bloated body floated eerily inside the house.

At this point, Duan Yun somewhat regretted not having brought Goddess Catcher along for company.

Well, to help look for the White Socks, nothing else.

Professional matters should be handled by professionals, and Goddess Catcher would likely handle this much better than he could.

After all, he was a novice in the Martial World, often duped by unkind passersby.

With no clues here, Duan Yun had to continue his journey following the river.

The cities upstream had suffered even more severely than those downstream, with very few survivors.

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The areas below were towns that had been submerged and still had bodies floating around, but a city in the mountains was bustling with activity.

This city, called Lishan City, was not previously well-known and could even be considered insignificant.

It sat halfway up a mountain, where the roads were rugged, not easy to traverse, and there was no dock; traders seldom visited.

Yet, these disadvantages saved it from the disastrous flood.

Like Qingbai City, it became a refuge for all the disaster victims within a hundred miles.

Lishan City had never seen so many people before; logically, it should have been chaotic.

But it wasn’t.

There were many people in Lishan City, with its streets packed, yet instead of chaos, there was order, and the streets were even quite clean.

People would go to designated areas for defecating and urinating.

Nobody objected to this system, those who did were already gone.

They were grateful to be alive; many here were nearly drowned before being rescued.

Upon arriving in the city, some were even provided with food.

Of course, there were troublemakers, but they all disappeared over the course of one night.

It seemed like invisible beings inhabited this city, easily erasing any unsettled presence.

Thus, within just a few days, the people of the city became obedient.

Very obedient.

Of course, there were those who didn’t conform.

Huang Feihong, a "night crow" from Qingqi Bureau, which meant he was a spy and Hidden Guard, was professional.

He sensed that invisible beings, seemingly invisible hands, controlled the city, and had already noticed some traces.

Those were a group of people wearing White Socks!

In the Martial World, people who wore white socks were usually not to be trifled with, as this was typically the attire of Taoists, monks, and nuns.

But this group wearing White Socks was even more mysterious.

Their socks were not visible externally but worn inside the trousers, making it hard for commoners to notice.

The critical detail was that these socks were not made of cloth, but of silk, giving a translucent appearance.

He had just last night glimpsed a white sock peeking out from under a pant leg.

He was a big bearded man, even his pitch-black leg hair protruded through those translucent knitted socks.

According to Huang Feihong, this type of knitted sock craftsmanship was said to exist only in the Demon Country in the western regions.

And at this moment, he couldn’t help but suspect the "White Socks Sect."

This disaster, this controlled city, were related to them.

According to his understanding, this mysterious Demon Sect that suddenly arose from the Demon Country, not only quickly expanded within the Demon Country but also became a significant force in Qingzhou.

Unexpectedly, the White Socks Sect advanced so aggressively, extending their reach into the boundaries of Yu State.

Would Yu State become the next Qingzhou?

He didn’t know; such profound issues were beyond his control.

He needed to ensure he stayed alive first.

He knew that two of his colleagues had already died in this city.

The White Socks were very secretive; on this street alone, it was unknown how many White Socks were hidden.

This was also why, even for a professional "Night Crow," it was difficult to send out information.

The message that Black Hawk took away yesterday, he didn’t know if it had reached the top brass.

At this moment, Huang Feihong suddenly became alert.

This alertness was an instinctive reaction formed from years of undercover work, which had saved his life numerous times.

Had the White Socks come?

In theory, his cover was already very good, but somehow, he still gave himself away.

Huang Feihong pretended to be nonchalant as he stood up and turned into an alley.

Almost at the same time, people entered the alley from both ends.

His perception was not wrong; he had been targeted.

Sweat began to form on the tip of Huang Feihong’s nose.

In this city full of mysterious White Socks in Lishan City, would he be devoured like those colleagues and people from the Martial World who disappeared overnight?

The ones who entered from both ends of the alley were all women.

One was tall, like a bamboo pole, the other quite short, like a gourd.

They were both wearing pants and boots, so it wasn’t visible whether they wore White Socks.

From their steps, the two clearly were trained in martial arts.

But at this moment, Huang Feihong wasn’t too panicked.

Because he had already discerned that their True Qi was quite average, presumably they had only started to cultivate True Qi not long ago.

Before being a "Night Crow," he was a "Clamp" in the Qingqi Bureau.

The Night Crow is a Hidden Guard, while the Clamp is a fighter.

He later stopped being a "Clamp," not because he couldn’t continue, but because he performed too well, finding it was no longer challenging, thus he turned to being a "Night Crow" to seek new thrills.

At this moment, Huang Feihong was very confident; at this level, conservatively speaking, he could fight ten White Socks by himself.

At least he wouldn’t be captured right now.

At this time, the two White Socks had already approached, their steps suddenly sped up.

Everything was within Huang Feihong’s predictions, and the steps and movement techniques of the two further exposed their level as he had observed.

Being a Clamp requires good fighting skills, while being a Night Crow requires good observational skills.

Huang Feihong seized the opening, with True Qi circulating in his arms, his left hand working simultaneously, aiming to defeat both in one move.

Best to make no sound at all.

But the next moment, his body shook, and it was he who fell.

He fell to the ground, able to see the two standing beside him, and could faintly see the traces of White Socks under their pants, but he couldn’t see their faces.

From beginning to end, the opponents appeared as if they had just entered the Qi Sea Realm not long ago, that Shorty not even fully stepping into the threshold of the Qi Sea.

Yet the one who fell was him, an experienced and strong mid-level Clamp of the Qi Sea.

It was all because the White Socks’ move was a Finger Technique, an extremely tricky and bizarre Finger Technique, even somewhat extreme.

The effect of very ordinary people using extreme techniques is rarely known in this world.

Because those who can cultivate extreme techniques are usually extraordinary, therefore not ordinary.

But at this moment, Huang Feihong witnessed it.

Very ordinary people, yet coincidentally cultivating a very extreme technique.

Maybe only this one move, but it was already enough.

Is this the terror of the White Socks Sect?

At this time, Huang Feihong was already lifted, powerless throughout his body.

He couldn’t help but ask: "What technique is this?"

That Shorty smiled and said, "This move is called ’Men Can’t See’."

As soon as the words fell, Huang Feihong lost consciousness.