Chapter 194 The Fifteenth of January (3/3)
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Sleight of hand!
As soon as Ruan Tang had a thought, another spirit butterfly that had been lying in ambush outside the village immediately expanded its reconnaissance range.
Sure enough, a furtive figure appeared in the dark poplar grove outside the village.
It's An Sanchuan!
He changed into a black bodysuit, carried a large cloth bag on his back, and, under the cover of night and snow, hurried through the snow, his feet sinking deep into the ground.
His face was filled with barely suppressed anger and anxiety.
Damn it!
The group of people Zhou Quan found were utterly useless! He spent nearly half a month trying to teach them the incantation to replace the talisman, but not a single one of those idiots could remember it!
Time is of the essence; the organization may send new people over at any time.
By then, all his plans will have come to naught!
There was no other way; he had to go up the mountain alone.
Although the risks are great, it's better than sitting and waiting to die.
An Sanchuan was burning with rage, and his pace quickened. He didn't even notice that a translucent butterfly, almost blending into the snowflakes, was silently hanging behind him.
Unbeknownst to him, at the very moment his figure disappeared at the entrance to Mao'er Mountain, two figures appeared out of thin air in the core area of the interception formation deep within Mao'er Mountain.
The faint spatial fluctuations dissipated, and Yan Yu and Ruan Tang landed steadily in the shadow of a boulder.
The wind in the mountains is wilder than in the village, carrying ice shards that scrape against your face like knives.
Ruan Tang shivered from the cold and instinctively buried her face in Yan Yu's arms.
Yan Yu turned around almost instinctively, using his tall frame to shield her completely from the wind and snow, and pulled the collar of her coat even tighter, wrapping her up tightly.
The puppet scriptures and puppet amulets, like two stone sculptures, silently guarded the sides.
Xiao Bai perched on Ruan Tang's shoulder, a stark contrast to its usual lazy demeanor.
Its fluffy white fur stood on end, its big black-purple eyes were wide open, its little nose was sniffing the air frantically, and it made low, alert "squeak" sounds from its throat.
It smelled it!
The smell was similar to those "energy cans" from before, but it was colder and more sinister!
Moreover, it's rapidly approaching from the foot of the mountain!
"They're here," Ruan Tang said in a low voice, almost a whisper.
Without the slightest hesitation, her fair hands swiftly formed several hand seals in front of her, her fingertips drawing faint streaks of spiritual light in the frigid air before disappearing into the surrounding wind and snow.
A faint light curtain rapidly unfolded around them, then vanished in an instant.
A simple concealment formation had completely blended their presence into the snowstorm. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)