Chapter 389
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Chapter 389: Team 017
“Why do I have to wear Zhu Bajie?” Bai Li Pangpang drooped his head, his chubby face filled with resentment beneath the silly pig mask. Cao Yuan, wearing the Sha Monk mask, patted his shoulder and comforted him, “At least you didn’t get Li Kui; be grateful for that!”
Beside them, Jialan’s body stiffened slightly. “Ahem.” Bai Li Pangpang scratched his head, “So, Zhu Bajie doesn’t seem too bad… at least he’s a bit whiter than Li Kui.”
At this moment, the three were walking along a path that was completely opposite to Lin Qiye and his companion, moving deeper into the mist beside a huge lake in the center of Suzhou City that resembled a golden rooster. Not far away, the Ferris wheel by the lakeside sparkled with brilliant lights, but the cabins were empty, with no one inside. “Old Cao, what do you think… my dad’s birthday is coming up in a few days. What should I get him as a gift?” Bai Li Pangpang seemed to have thought of something and said with some hesitation. “What does he like?” “It seems he doesn’t have anything he likes… He’s the type who always has a stern face, obsessed with the company and forbidden items, showing no interest in anything else. I’ve grown up and have never seen him smile.” “Never smiled? Not even at you?” “No.” Bai Li Pangpang sighed, “I guess my existence is just a beautiful accident he left behind when he was young…”
Cao Yuan carefully examined Bai Li Pangpang. “Well, an accident is indeed an accident, whether it’s beautiful or not…” “…” “I guess, given your dad’s status, anything that can be bought with money wouldn’t be suitable. After all, he’s the richest man in the entire Great Xia.” Cao Yuan pondered aloud. “What else is there that money can’t buy?” Bai Li Pangpang scratched his head.
Cao Yuan thought for a moment, “How about after the mission is over, you go to a temple and ask for a talisman for him?” “Ask for a talisman?” “A peace talisman personally requested by descendants for their parents should be quite unique in the world.” Cao Yuan said, “And this talisman also contains your good wishes for him; he should like it… after all, which father wouldn’t want their child to be filial?”
Upon hearing this, Bai Li Pangpang’s eyes lit up. “That’s a good suggestion… Suzhou has quite a few temples. After the cleanup mission is over, I’ll go ask for one.”
As the two continued walking and chatting casually, Jialan quietly listened, a faint smile occasionally appearing at the corners of her mouth.
Ding—!
Under the dark sky, a melodious guzheng sound suddenly rang out.
The three of them froze simultaneously.
On the surface of the lake, the calm water was suddenly sliced open, as if an invisible blade had swept across its surface, instantly shattering the stone railing by the shore and coming right before the three!
Jialan’s pupils suddenly constricted, and she stepped forward, standing in front of the two, extending her fair hand to grasp that invisible blade!
The invisible blade struck her palm without any flourish, the wind lifting the wide sleeves of her blue robe, her black hair dancing. Jialan frowned slightly, her gaze falling on the center of Silver Chicken Lake.
There, at some unknown time, a graceful figure draped in a dark red cloak was sitting on a flower-laden boat in the middle of the lake, with a carved guzheng in front of her, her fingertips hovering in the air. “That’s…” Bai Li Pangpang’s eyes widened. “It’s Team 017…” Before Cao Yuan could finish, Bai Li Pangpang excitedly shouted the next line, “It’s a beauty!!” “…” Cao Yuan closed his mouth in frustration. “This aura… they say Suzhou is famous for its beauties, and it seems to be true.” Bai Li Pangpang remarked with emotion.
Jialan turned her head and shot Bai Li Pangpang a fierce glare.
Bai Li Pangpang cleared his throat twice, retracting his admiring gaze, and spoke seriously, “If I’m not mistaken, she must have been tainted by that so-called Young Master Beile. Let me save her from this predicament!”
Cao Yuan rolled his eyes, “Is that your guess? That was deduced by An Qingyu!” “I don’t care!” A golden light flashed across the necklace on Bai Li Pangpang’s chest, transforming into a golden flying sword. He stepped onto his shoulder and shot like a streak of light toward the boat in the center of the lake. “Don’t be afraid, miss! I’m here to save you!”
Just as Bai Li Pangpang flew halfway across the lake, several guzheng notes rang out again!
Ding ding ding—!!
With each pluck of the strings by that graceful figure, accompanied by the melodious guzheng sound, a sharp sound blade flew out from the strings, whistling through the air.
Bai Li Pangpang’s determined face was filled with confidence as he pulled a withered wooden broom from his pocket and swung it hard at the incoming sound blades!
A hurricane mixed with surging thunder erupted from the end of the “Wind and Thunder Roll,” colliding with several sound blades, creating invisible shockwaves that exploded in front of the two, sending arcs of water splashing up from the lake below.
Holding the broom, Bai Li Pangpang rode the flying sword, breaking through the white waves and charging toward the boat! “Such a weak attack can’t stop me at all!” He smiled confidently.
On the boat, that graceful figure fell silent for a moment, then pulled out two shiny brass gongs from beneath the guzheng…
Bai Li Pangpang’s expression suddenly stiffened.
Clang—!!!
The piercing sound of the gongs erupted from the center of the lake, and a terrifying sound blade storm directly blasted the surrounding water surface, instantly knocking Bai Li Pangpang, broom and all, off his flying sword, sending him tumbling dozens of meters through the air before splashing into the water with a loud splash, creating large ripples.
On the shore, Cao Yuan’s expression changed, and he quickly dodged to crouch behind a nearby stone wall. The next moment, a barrage of sound blades struck the stone wall’s surface, leaving deep knife marks. “How can she still use gongs?” Cao Yuan couldn’t help but complain, “That doesn’t fit her image at all!”
Jialan stood firm amidst the sound blade storm, frowning as she watched the scene, seemingly hesitating whether to step forward to help that chubby boy.
Suddenly, she felt something poke her.
She was taken aback, waved her hand to pat her shoulder, and continued to look ahead as if nothing had happened.
Then, the poking sensation occurred again.
This time, she quickly turned her head, reached up to scratch her shoulder, and found a very thin thread in her hand, her eyes filled with confusion.
What is this? “Hmm?”
Beside her, Cao Yuan’s body suddenly trembled, and his arm involuntarily lifted.
His brow furrowed tightly as he struggled to control his body, but it felt as if someone else was manipulating him, making it impossible to move freely. “This is bad!” Cao Yuan’s expression darkened.
He suddenly looked up toward the distance, where he saw a gaunt young man in a dark red cloak standing on a nearby rooftop, his fingers slightly curled, seemingly controlling something.
Cao Yuan’s hand uncontrollably reached for the hilt of his knife, and he turned to Jialan, urgently shouting, “You take Bai Li Pangpang and get out of here!”
