Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Xiangcheng Flying Corpse and Mengdu Falcon arrived at Turtle Island with the remaining dispatched personnel of Qilin and Peregrine Falcon.
When the group appeared at the dock, they really attracted the attention of many tourists. After all, the temperament exuded by these people was really unique.
Putting aside the eccentric talents of the Secret Service, each of them was an outlier in the crowd. A group of outliers gathered together, as if each of them had an incompatible dimensional wall; not to mention that there were two little demons in this group who were hiding their true selves. They were wearing black clothes and black masks in the hot weather, and their hoods covered most of their faces. No matter how you looked at them, they looked like a group of criminals.
By the time Bai Ju and Xiao Yao went to meet them at the dock, the two Huang Daxians had already begun breathing exercises under Bai Ju’s guidance. They were both naturally gifted, so Old Bai summoned a moon for them in the courtyard before heading off to attend to other matters with Xiao Yao.
Ah Heng, a member of the Peregrine Squad, was an old acquaintance. Seeing Bai Ju and Xiao Yao approach from afar, he extended his arm in greeting. Ah Heng, who often spent years typing away in the computer room, was rarely seen wearing cool clothing. His one arm, glistening white, thus caught Xiao Yao’s eye with just a few swaying motions.
Bai Ju had initially noticed the two little demons in the crowd, but Xiao Yao poked him in the side. An itch crept in, and he couldn’t help but shy away: “Yao Yao?”
“Ah Heng’s over there.” Xiao Yao raised his chin, motioning Bai Ju to look over. Bai Ju raised his eyes, a smile curling his lips. “Yeah, I saw… Those two little demons are quite conspicuous.”
Xiao Yao smiled. He knew that Old Bai had a strong ability to capture the breath of small demons, but he also had to slowly let Old Bai get used to contact with ordinary humans and not let his first reaction be to look for small demons or him.
Although this old dog used to be a mountain god, he still had too little contact with ordinary people after entering modern society. Although Ah Heng was a member of the Peregrine Team, he was not a warlock himself. He was just a gifted human with a high level of attainment in network technology.
Old Bai was not very clear about Xiao Yao’s thoughts, but he still followed his wishes and shifted his attention to Ah Heng. By the way, he also noticed the few special forces members around Ah Heng who were trying hard to pretend to be ordinary people, but every part of their bodies had the word “out of place” written on them.
Unable to help but move closer to Xiao Yao, Old Bai asked in a low voice: “Yao Yao, won’t people like them be easily identified when they go on a mission?”
Xiao Yao glanced at Old Bai for a second. He really didn’t expect Bai Ju to think of this. After a pause, he replied: “No, they have also received systematic training after all. Disguise is a basic skill. However, this wasn’t a typical mission, involving direct contact with a sorcerer. Whether they acted exceptionally or not didn’t really matter, so their acting is a bit sloppy.”
Old Bai nodded, half-comprehending. Personally, he wasn’t very good at disguises, so he couldn’t fathom what acting meant, let alone how anyone could so effortlessly adjust their performance.
During the question-and-answer session, the two men had already made their way through the crowd at the dock and reached Ah Heng. Bai Ju nodded slightly at Ah Heng and asked, “Are you all here?”
Ah Heng pushed his glasses up and smiled, “Bai Wang, we’re all here.”
He pointed to each of the team members around him, introducing them to Bai Ju. “This beautiful blonde is Peregrine Li Qiuhan. We all call her Sister Han, and Bai Wang can call her Xiao Han. Sister Han is our sniper, proficient with all types of firearms.”
Bai Ju’s eyes followed Ah Heng’s finger and he calmly met the eyes of the tall woman beside him. She had changed her casual posture and was wearing a hot summer dress. She now put her feet together and nodded at him, making a subtle military salute.
Ah Heng touched his nose. Everyone in their Peregrine Falcon team knew that this Bai Wang was their eldest brother’s eldest brother’s husband. Naturally, their attitude would not be perfunctory. He introduced the members of his own team first, also to make his position clear in front of Qilin.
Sister Han set a good example. Ah Heng paused for a moment and continued to introduce the others.
In addition to Ah Heng and Sister Han, the Peregrine Falcon team also came with a small boy, the baby. He had a baby-faced figure, looking like a teenager of fifteen or sixteen, but was actually already twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He wore a Pikachu hooded vest, matching yellow shorts and sandals, and a Pokéball backpack. His name was Ji Yun, nicknamed Xiao Ji. He was a member of the Peregrine Falcon Team who excelled at metaphysical theory. Though not a sorcerer himself, he was able to offer sharp metaphysical guidance, especially in cases of formations.
The other two were members of the Beijing Qilin Team: Ah Liang, a tall, thin, and silent sorcerer skilled in word spells; and Lulu, a fair, tender girl of eighteen or nineteen, skilled in investigation and information gathering.
“Lulu and I were from the same preliminary team,” Ah Heng said. “Working together, we can maximize the amount of information we gather. You can just do whatever you want without worrying about leaving any evidence. Just give us enough time and space, and we’ll be able to track down what you’re looking for.”
Ji Yun, who had been listening nearby, couldn’t help but step forward, raise his head and recommend himself, “And me, I can help analyze the information they have captured; Bai Wang, feel free to teach me any theoretical knowledge you have, and I promise to maximize its value.”
Bai Ju couldn’t help but smile. It’s true, among this group of people, the one he could talk to the best should be Ji Yun; one was an old fellow with a lot of secrets in his belly, and the other was like a dry sponge waiting to absorb water. If Old Dog Bai really gave Ji Yun a good explanation, he was afraid the strength of the entire Peregrine Squadron would be greatly improved.
Nodding in response to this small request, Bai Ju naturally would not refuse the other party’s initiative to show goodwill, and despite the other party’s instantly fanatical gaze, he calmly turned his gaze to the two little demons with mysteriously similar styles behind the five people.
“Flying corpse and falcon?” Bai Ju asked.
Ah Heng nodded: “Yes, but I don’t know much about them. Director Xiao should know more.”
Xiao Yao took over the conversation and briefly introduced the two people in black clothes and black pants.
The tall man on the left with a hood and a proper posture was the flying corpse from Xiangcheng, named Qing Lan. He was a little dull and stubborn. When he was well-behaved, he was very well-behaved. But when he was disobedient, he was very disobedient. He jumped back and forth between being extremely obedient and extremely disobedient. Most of the time, you needed to use some speaking skills to coax him into obedience.
The one on the right with a vigilant posture, always with his head down and shoulders tense was the falcon from Mengdu, named Lei Wu. He was a little fierce and easily irritated, but surprisingly easy to coax and deceive. He seemed to be vigilant but it was mostly useless. He could be easily tricked into running away with just a single word. In some ways, he was similar to a husky, easily gaining sympathies with the odd crowd, a fact that caused considerable headaches for the Mengdu Demon Management Bureau.
Following Xiao Yao’s unceremonious introduction, the flying corpse Qing Lan glanced at him bewilderedly, completely unaware that he was being teased. And the falcon Lei Wu… his heart flushed from head to neck, seemingly on the verge of simmering. A few more seconds of torture and he’d explode.
Bai Ju’s eyes smiled, and he felt a bit like he’d regained his status as a demon king.
The demons under his command back then were just like these, each endearing in their own way. While their actions and personalities might not be entirely innocent, they were all good children.
“Two little demons, follow me,” Bai Ju said, gazing at the Haiyin Castle atop the distant cliff. “Qu Lang and Ling Yun are both in Haiyin Castle. Your team can go meet them there first. I’ll bring the demons back to you later.”
This incident happened suddenly. Although they had identified a clue early, time was still tight. Getting these little demons ready for next week’s mission proved challenging, so they had to hurry.
Flying Corpse Qing Lan had finally come to his senses and whispered, “I’ll follow Bai Wang… Will Bai Wang help me find my master?”
Ah Heng had clearly been tormented by this question, and he was incredibly adept at coaxing him. “Yes, yes, Bai Wang will find you a suitable master.”
Qing Lan opened his mouth, hesitant.
Glancing at Old Bai, Qing Lan whispered, “Thank you, Bai Wang.”
Bai Ju: “…”
Bai Ju felt a strange pang of guilt and looked at Xiao Yao for help.
Xiao Yao narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and remained silent, clearly wanting Old Bai to handle the situation on his own.
Bai Ju sighed, “…You’re welcome.”
Old Bai resignedly accepted this glorious yet arduous task: “I’ll help you find a master.”
The concept of “master” in Flying Corpse Qing Lan’s words was vague.
Normally, flying corpses were a type of zombie, a common combat partner of Xiangcheng sorcerers. Generally, whoever created the zombie was its master; unless the master was already buried, the zombie would not be unable to find another master.
Often, these fiercely protective little demons would march ahead of their masters. Even after their masters had passed away, zombies had secret methods to sacrifice themselves to prolong their lives.
Qing Lan’s stubborn demeanor made him look like a genuine zombie, the kind who would stand before their masters with their neck stiff. Yet, not only could he not find his master, he couldn’t even explain who it was or whether he had ever recognized them.
Initially, several members of the Xiangcheng Demon Control Bureau went to a desolate mountain area to investigate a “frequent earthquake” suspected to be caused by a demonic presence. Small, barely perceptible earthquakes below magnitude 3 were occurring frequently in that mountain, concentrated in a valley. But according to Xiangcheng’s geological data, that area was not considered an earthquake zone.
After two or three days of meticulous planning, the Xiangcheng Demon Control Bureau, the Special Service Bureau, and the Warlock Association dispatched a total of twelve personnel to investigate the incident. They ultimately found the flying corpse Qing Lan within the valley.
On a bright, sunny afternoon, the naked Qing Lan, with waist-length, tangled black hair, leaped from the cliff at the edge of the valley. With a thud, he landed on a flat surface within the valley, creating a crater.
The Xiangcheng dispatched personnel cautiously approached to investigate and saw Qing Lan crouched at the bottom of the crater, struggling to scrape at the rubble and soil beneath. Then, with a combined palm strike, he cleaved the rock layer. The groundwater, which had been flowing obediently beneath it, suddenly surged, drenching Qing Lan.
A closer look revealed that Qing Lan’s humanoid well-drilling machine had already dug more than a dozen holes within the valley.
“…” A Xiangcheng sorcerer approached tentatively and asked in dialect, “What are you doing?”
The wet Qing Lan raised his head blankly, and spoke a little stiffly, but still clearly: “…Looking for the master. Qing Lan is looking for the master.”
The sorcerer paused, then asked: “Then where is your master? Who is he and where is he?”
The tall flying corpse heard the words, and his whole aura was depressed. He squatted at the bottom of the pit and hugged his knees with grievance, and his expression looked like he was about to cry: “Qing Lan doesn’t know.”
The twelve people from Xiangcheng: “…”
They didn’t know why, but they suddenly felt defeated.
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