CHAPTER 232: CHAPTER 232 AN YAN, DON’T BE A COWARD

The Wen sisters were quick to act. They swiftly found some wooden sticks, tore strips from their clothes to wrap around them, and doused the fabric with the alcohol they carried.

A few simple torches were made just like that.

The three of them, holding six torches, took a full half hour to finally emerge from the encirclement of insects!

"Miss, what do we do now?"

"Contact Luolie and meet up with them!"

I have to find Gu Shifang, she resolved. This time, I must catch him, no matter what!

The ring’s location... that must be Gu Shifang’s lair.

Gu Shifang has no idea I can sense the ring’s position. I can definitely use this to catch him completely off guard!

An hour later, An Yan met up with Luolie and the others.

A group of more than thirty people quickly approached the location of the ring.

To An Yan’s surprise, the ring was actually underground.

The entrance was blocked by a giant green stone slab.

"Blow it up!"

Everyone put on protective gear and goggles.

Considering Gu Shifang’s character, An Yan was quite worried there might be poisonous gas inside.

Once everything was ready, the blaster got into position.

"Miss, should I blow it up now?"

"Mhm."

Just as the blaster was about to light the fuse, a humanoid creature suddenly appeared and kicked him away.

It was a Living Dead!

An Yan frowned. She hadn’t expected Gu Shifang to have Living Dead in such a place.

Although An Yan had not fought the Living Dead before, she had spent the past few days studying their tissues and cells.

"Vertebrates can move because their central nervous system is functioning," An Yan explained. "So don’t struggle head-on with them. Their spines are their weak points."

An Yan drew her black-gold ancient blade.

She thrust it into the back of the Living Dead’s head and twisted it forcefully. The opponent instantly lost all mobility, its limbs continuing to flail unconsciously.

Having practiced Ancient Martial Arts from a young age, her agility was unmatched by others.

However, seeing her easily dispatch a Living Dead, Luolie and the others could finally focus on the fight.

An hour later, the battle ended.

An Yan’s side had five minor injuries.

All dozens of the enemy’s Living Dead were eliminated.

With the fighting over, an abrupt silence fell upon the area.

The wind rustled through the dry grass with a mournful sound.

The night was too dark; visibility was limited.

"Miss, do we still blow it up?"

The presence of Living Dead guards indicated that the enemy had made preparations here.

If it truly was the enemy’s lair, blowing it up might be manageable. But if it was full of these creatures, it would be disastrous.

An Yan hesitated. Although they had numbers, her people would tire.

The Living Dead, however, felt no pain, possessed formidable combat strength, and knew no fatigue.

She calmed herself again to connect with the ring.

This time the sensation was clearer: the ring was below, twenty-one meters deep.

And it was moving back and forth, within an area not exceeding five square meters.

It felt as if the person wearing it was anxiously pacing.

"Miss, could there be more Living Dead inside?" Luolie asked.

An Yan didn’t know.

From a Metaphysics perspective, the Living Dead were beings who effectively no longer existed. They had no birth charts or auras, making them impossible to track using the Divination Technique.

The ring was below, but whether it was on Gu Shifang’s hand was uncertain.

After all, Gu Shifang had placed the ring on her before.

What should I do? An Yan hesitated.

Meanwhile, deep within the mountain, Gu Shifang watched An Yan intently through images transmitted by his insects.

Blast it! Just blast open this door, and you’ll see the surprise I’ve prepared for you! An Yan, don’t be a coward, blast it open!

Gu Shifang excitedly gripped the rim of the water basin.

"Does Li Tianyao have any idea that An Yan is in danger? Ajie, go send a message to An Yan’s people. Tell them to quickly inform Li Tianyao to come play the hero and save the beauty!"

"Yes."

Liang Chen and Mu Enyu sat listlessly in the cave.

After An Yan left, Liang Chen had suggested they relocate. The tent was still pitched in its original spot, but they found an abandoned cave and moved their essential supplies there.

Officer Xiaohe stood watch at the entrance, the gun from her belt now in her hands.

Her face was taut, as if she were about to face some significant danger.

"Officer Xiaohe, are you okay?" Liang Chen noticed her tension and handed her a cup of water.

Xiaohe took it and had a sip.

"A bit nervous!"

Although she knew that after Miss An Yan left with the Wen sisters, they should be safe here—Liang Chen and Mu Enyu weren’t key figures, after all.

Even if hostile forces were present, they likely wouldn’t focus on them.

However, years of training had taught her that seemingly inconsequential matters often had an undeniable impact on the overall situation, so she couldn’t afford to be complacent.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!!

A faint sound drifted over, like something rushing towards them.

Xiaohe immediately stood up.

Liang Chen quickly said, "Officer Xiaohe, relax a little. Let’s assess the situation first."

Mu Enyu reached out and gently held He Chuwei’s fingers.

"Sister Xiaohe, if we encounter danger, I definitely won’t let you down, so please don’t worry."

The young girl didn’t want He Chuwei to bear any pressure because of her.

He Chuwei stared vigilantly outside.

Soon, they saw a man in black run up to the tent. His steps were slightly unsteady, as if he were injured.

He hurried into the tent.

He spent a few minutes inside, doing something unknown. Then he rushed out, looking around as if searching for them.

However, it seemed he wasn’t genuinely searching. He merely scanned the area briefly before hurrying off again.

The three of them waited a while to ensure the man had truly left before entering the tent to investigate.

There, on the table, they found a note:

"Miss An Yan is in danger! There’s no signal in the mountains to call for help. Leave immediately and find a way to bring help."

A card lay beside the note.

Liang Chen inserted the card into his computer. A video automatically played, showing An Yan and Luolie’s group battling the Living Dead.

"Was that man who delivered the message one of Brother Luolie’s men?"

The three exchanged glances. They had only caught a passing glimpse of the men Luolie had brought and hadn’t memorized any of their faces.

"Liang Chen, check if this video is authentic," He Chuwei said.

"It’s real!"

"We head back to the city!" He Chuwei declared resolutely. "If this video is real, and if Luolie and his team can’t handle these things, then Miss An Yan is truly in grave danger."

The three hurriedly packed up. As they walked back, they constantly checked their phones for a signal, hoping to transmit the news of An Yan’s peril as quickly as possible.

An Yan stood before the Green Stone Gate and performed a divination for their current undertaking.

The reading was obscure, the outcome unclear.

She focused, communicating again with the leaves in her mind, and confirmed the ring was below.

"Blast it!"

This time, I have to capture Gu Shifang, no matter what! Even if he flees underground! An Yan made up her mind.

She had Wen Ya distribute the Insect Repellent Medicine to everyone for both internal and external application. That should be sufficient.

The blaster returned to position.