Take the Life-saving Elixir Pill in Yang Xiao’s hand, for example. This is genuinely a good thing. For Yang Xiao, the value of this pill is definitely not inferior to a Nether-level Magical Artifact.
With this pill, he has the capital to contend with a Half-step Nether Realm, and even a true Netherworld Envoy.
Yang Xiao has no doubt that if he were cornered and swallowed this pill, unless he faced a monster like Wu Qingcang, he would be able to kill a typical Half-step Netherworld Envoy.
Fighting off a Netherworld Envoy still seems pretty difficult at the moment, but there’s always a chance to escape, and that’s enough.
Speaking of which, he seems to have a bit of fate with this pill, since there were at least three times when he almost swallowed it.
But each time he put it in his mouth, the predicament he faced would suddenly turn around, and he would spit it out again, wipe off the saliva, and carefully put it away.
A rather immature thought suddenly popped into Yang Xiao’s mind, and he seemed to have discovered the real use of this pill.
He decided that the next time he encountered an unsolvable problem, he would take out the pill and put it in his mouth, then wait. Wait for his luck attribute to kick in and for the predicament to be easily resolved.
After dinner, Yang Xiao rested alone in his room. Because of what happened during the day, he wasn’t sleepy at all.
Even when lying on the bed now, as soon as he closed his eyes, the terrifying image of the Frost Evil Woman approaching him step by step would appear.
Fortunately, he could be sure that this guy was dead, otherwise, he would have one more enemy, and his troubles were already too many.
Yang Xiao lay with his eyes open, his mind filled with chaotic thoughts, when suddenly he heard some rustling sounds. The noise was very faint, but it was very close, extremely close.
It was right under the bed!
Yang Xiao almost reflexively called out the Soul-Capturing Mirror and hid within the Mirror World, and in less than 5 seconds, his room door was kicked open, and a figure flickered in, while another black-cloaked figure appeared by the wall on the other side.
The aura of these two people was somewhat familiar to Yang Xiao; it was the two presences he sensed on the way, both were Netherworld Envoys, the people escorting him here.
Seeing reinforcements arrive, Yang Xiao emerged from the Mirror World again.
"What’s going on? Why use a Magic Artifact?" the tall man who kicked in the door asked, confirming there was no anomaly in the room, his expression very solemn.
The man had a square face, a mighty and robust build, with an old sword box tied with cloth on his back, looking very formidable.
At this moment, the other black-cloaked elder also put away the golden compass in his hand, looked towards Yang Xiao with a rather sharp voice, "Apart from you, no trace of spiritual power from using a Magic Artifact was left, are you testing us two?"
"Don’t dare to fool you two seniors. It’s me... I was too nervous. I just heard under the bed... it seemed like there was a noise." Yang Xiao pointed under the bed.
It could be seen that although the two had confirmed that there was no problem in the room, with an attitude of making no mistakes, they still carefully checked under the bed. Soon, the tall swordsman man stood up with a squealing little mouse in his hand.
The little mouse was grabbed by the tail, struggling desperately, but to no avail.
At this moment, Yang Xiao saw the swordsman’s face turn somewhat unpleasant. He raised his hand, looking like he was about to smash the culprit who had made a fool of this Nether Realm expert directly to death.
"Wait!" Just as he was about to make a move, Yang Xiao stopped him, "Senior, don’t... don’t act. With your status, it’s not worth it to tussle with it. You can give it to me."
By the bed was a worn wooden box. Yang Xiao picked up the wooden box, opened it, and threw the little mouse inside.
Earlier, the swordsman man found chewed-up wooden bed legs under the bed. Apparently, this was the mice’s home; he was just a passerby, staying here temporarily. Yang Xiao didn’t want to make things difficult for these little guys.
After confirming there was no problem, the two powerful figures left. Before leaving, the black-robed elder told Yang Xiao that he lived next door and to call for help if needed.
"Thank you both seniors, truly appreciate it!" Yang Xiao once again expressed his gratitude.
After seeing off these two, Yang Xiao sat by the table, playing with the little mouse in the box. Anyway, it found him a bit of amusement for the long night.
He opened a bag of bread, tossed some crumbs inside. Surprisingly, the little mouse didn’t seem shy and ate readily.
"Little guy, I won’t harm you, but my belongings aren’t so easy to take. I saved your life, so from now on, every night before you sleep, you must recite in your heart, to bless Yang Xiao with peace and success, and get promoted to the Patrol General Bureau soon, understood?" Yang Xiao shook the wooden box.
The little mouse seemed quite responsive; while Yang Xiao spoke, it clutched the food with its little hands, but didn’t eat it. Its small ears pricked up slightly, head raised, showing its long front teeth, and its small eyes twinkling, it seemed really to be listening to Yang Xiao.
"So obedient, here, have another, a big piece for you!" Yang Xiao happily tore another piece of bread.
But just as Yang Xiao was about to throw the bread into the box, suddenly, the little mouse, as if stimulated, clawed its way up the box walls and jumped out.
This sudden scene caught Yang Xiao off guard. He instinctively backed off, and the bread in his hand fell to the ground, rolling to the bedside.
And after the little mouse jumped out of the box, it scurried back under the bed, leaving only Yang Xiao alone, bewildered in the wind.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak—"
From under the bed came the excited exclamations of the little mouse, along with the sound of running. Yang Xiao felt he had been swindled.
"Forget it, let’s let it go." Yang Xiao wasn’t one to hold grudges, after all, he was leaving in a few hours.
Just as Yang Xiao turned around, intending to sit back and rest for a while, suddenly, the sight in front of him left him dumbfounded.
He stood frozen in place for a full three seconds, as from his angle, he just happened to spot something unusual inside the opened box.
It looked like a peculiar box, but he wasn’t sure.
Yang Xiao immediately backed away, then approached the wooden box from another angle, the back, as from this angle, he couldn’t see inside the box.
He squinted his eyes, quickly approached, then slammed the upright lid back on the box, took a deep breath, and lifted the box with both hands.
It felt very light, as if empty inside, which gave Yang Xiao a bit of hope. He shook the box again, and still no sound came from within; it was indeed empty.
"I hope it’s an illusion, I hope it’s an illusion..." Yang Xiao silently prayed in his heart, then squinting, opened the wooden box a crack.
But in the next moment, he again closed it with a "bang," then raised his hand, slapped his face twice, confirming he was still awake, that this was not a dream. Only then did he reopen the wooden box, revealing a very vintage-looking box lying quietly inside.
This box on the outside looked much like an old-fashioned toolbox from decades ago, as the painting was so realistic that at first glance, one might think it was made of metal, with a line of bloody text slanted across it:
I’m watching you!
"I’m watching you!" At this moment, Yang Xiao felt a chill run down his spine.
His instinctive reaction was to look around, ensuring there were no hidden eyes spying on him in the room.
No time to hesitate; since the Ghost Script found its way to him, saying anything now would be pointless. The current plan was to confirm this box, trying to find any clues that could be used or tracked.
The background on the box was pitch black, suggesting a nighttime environment, yet there were some unclear bright spots, like little windows. Yang Xiao vaguely saw towering, chimney-like structures.
Soon, through the overall observation of the box, Yang Xiao roughly judged the image depicted was of an old factory, the type from long ago, a large-scale, old state-run factory, employing tens of thousands. The entire factory was like a semi-closed small society.
And prominently situated towards the center, stood the most eye-catching building, with a distinctly Soviet style.
Yang Xiao leaned in close, finally making out the words on the building:
Dongzhou General Machinery Second Factory Workers’ Culture Palace.
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