After Zhang Haiyan became an adult, he had long lost track of how long it had been since he encountered an opponent so strong that he couldn’t comprehend them. For him, as long as he could fight, he would know instantly why he couldn’t win against someone, and under what conditions he could potentially overcome them. The so-called strength that is incomprehensible means that you don’t understand what is happening. No matter how many times you fight, you will never know what occurred, which indicates that the gap in strength between the two sides is too great.

Although this little girl wasn’t exaggeratedly strong, she was still quite close. It wasn’t about the techniques. To be honest, with great strength, resilience, and speed, techniques weren’t necessary. This little girl was just too strong and too fast.

Zhang Haiyan quickly tore off the other sleeve, realizing he couldn’t afford to underestimate her. He aimed directly at the little girl’s throat and shot out blades at close range. He fired twelve blades in quick succession, covering almost all the possible angles from which the little girl could dodge. At such a close distance, it was practically impossible to evade, and the little girl didn’t dodge at all; she simply slapped Zhang Haiyan across the face.

Zhang Haiyan’s neck was barely saved from being broken, and all the blades missed, striking a nearby jar instead, shattering it completely. However, Zhang Haiyan’s other hand wasn’t caught, and he plunged it into the preservative liquid, splashing it around. The little girl used her other hand to shield her eyes, giving Zhang Haiyan a chance to escape. He rolled on the ground and, not daring to stop, quickly retreated several steps. The little girl grabbed a handkerchief nearby to wipe off the liquid from her body.

It was said that Mo Yungao had many experts from ethnic minorities around him. This girl, as He Jianxi mentioned, should be a twin with the surname Bai. But she was not just an expert from an ethnic minority; she was a fairy from a youthful tribe.

“What did you grow up eating?” Zhang Haiyan grasped his wrist, realizing that one of the bones in his wrist was already broken, and his hand was starting to swell.

“I ate people like you,” the little girl licked the liquid on her hand, and Zhang Haiyan realized that it wasn’t preservative; it was liquor. What he had seen earlier wasn’t a specimen but medicinal wine? Were the Zhang family using liquor for nourishment? Was the Zhang family like Tang Seng’s meat?

While he was lost in thought, the little girl didn’t give him a moment to breathe and approached him again. The train jolted, and Zhang Haiyan noticed the little girl stumble slightly.

She lacked basic skills, relying purely on speed and strength. Zhang Haiyan immediately decided to play a psychological game. He calculated the distance and retreated in advance, reaching the edge of the next carriage. He said, “Miss Bai, actually, I was sent here by Bai Zhu.”

The little girl obviously paused for a moment, and Zhang Haiyan continued, “She said she misses you very much and hopes to see you soon. If you kill me, you won’t be able to meet her.”

The little girl coldly closed in, and as Zhang Haiyan looked at her, he heard someone knocking on the door of the telegraph room: “Bai Yu, what’s wrong?”

Bai Yu immediately replied, “Something was broken. I’m cleaning it up.”

Suddenly, the door from the direction of the telegraph room began to open, and Bai Yu quickly moved to Zhang Haiyan’s side, snatching his coat and wrapping it around her own hand. A guard entered, looking at the mess on the floor, and at the guard and Bai Yu: “Are you alright?”

Zhang Haiyan glanced at Bai Yu and handed a note to the guard: “Send a telegram to Zhang Qishan.”

The guard took the note and left. Zhang Haiyan looked at Bai Yugang, who was about to speak, but Bai Yu suddenly grabbed Zhang Haiyan’s other hand and asked, “Where is my sister?”

Zhang Haiqi and Mo Yungao stood in his office compartment, with Mo Yungao showing no fear towards Zhang Haiqi. “You locked us both up here. Do you know I could kill you directly?” Zhang Haiqi asked.

“Can we not talk about killing me right now?” Mo Yungao replied, “It might pose a risk to everyone.”

At that moment, snakes began to emerge from various corners of Mo Yungao’s office. They were all green, flicking their tongues, each about the thickness of an arm.

“The owner of these snakes is next door; he can control them in his own way to protect me,” Mo Yungao said. “I don’t understand these things from the South, they’re all arranged by Chen Xifeng. But you should have heard that I have quite a few talented individuals around me. You know, if I were to fight you, I definitely wouldn’t dare to look for ordinary people.”

Zhang Haiqi glanced at the snakes in the room, which were everywhere, hidden in inconspicuous places that he hadn’t noticed before.

“Snakes have a good sense of smell, so using a disguise around me won’t work.”

“So, you noticed them early on.”

“I heard these snakes are called ‘faith snakes’; they serve as a warning for their owners, if I remember correctly.” Mo Yungao looked behind him and said, “Wait for my people to bring your friend back, and then we can discuss the next steps.”

“Be more assertive,” Zhang Haiqi thought to himself.

“Of course, if you could throw something at me that would pierce my throat directly, just like your Zhang Haiyan did,” Mo Yungao looked at Zhang Haiqi, “the snakes wouldn’t be fast enough. So—” Mo Yungao pulled out a box from under the sofa, which was slowly releasing gas.

“This is a type of nerve gas; there’s one under your sofa too. If I sit in this position, the mechanism underneath will be pressed down, and the one under your sofa will start releasing gas. Before coming here, I had a cup of coffee that contained a neutralizing serum. But now you’re in trouble; you might not even be able to lift a hand.” Mo Yungao gestured for Zhang Haiqi to raise his hand. “Are you feeling a bit unsteady?”

Zhang Haiqi moved her hand and felt no obstruction. She thought for a moment and said, “Sorry, I’m from the Hai family; my breath is very light. I can hold my breath underwater for a long time, which is our specialty. We don’t need to gasp for air like ordinary people.”

As she spoke, Zhang Haiqi grabbed the sofa and pulled it hard to the side with one hand. The sofa was fixed to the ground, and her strong pull yanked out the nails holding it down. The sofa was moved aside, revealing a gas cylinder underneath.

Mo Yungao turned and ran.

A flash of the young man jumping down from a tree, landing like a sprite among a pile of corpses, crossed Mo Yungao’s mind.

He couldn’t see what it was—was it a bear or a zombie? But it was too large. Mo Yungao felt his pants wet with fear.

The young man landed on the shadow’s neck, pressing down with his knees, forcing it to kneel, then twisting his waist, causing the shadow’s head to turn unnaturally 180 degrees. Then the young man drew a knife from his waist, stabbing it into the shadow’s throat, and with a flip around the shadow, he directly pulled off its head.

The young man held up the head, and the knife had already been twisted into a flower shape. He glanced at the knife and tossed it into the pile of corpses. Looking up at himself, Mo Yun Gao noticed that the air was filled with insects that were not flies, beginning to close in on him. These insects seemed to be flying up from the shadows.

The young man raised his hand, opening his palm, and the wound split open, oozing blood. All the flies and those cicada-like insects on the pile of corpses fled as if they had gone mad, and the entire space felt as if it had been struck by a storm.

Suddenly, it became quiet.