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Jiang Xiao didn't sense anything strange about the night watchman, and the peach wood sword was probably useless.
Jiang Xiao's eyes sharpened, he clenched his fists, and examined the Night Watchman's posture and demeanor, searching for any potential weaknesses.
The Night's Watchman stood there, his slender frame resembling an insurmountable mountain, exuding an extraordinary sense of composure.
The air around them seemed to be filled with tension, and even Bao Lebin, who had been talking non-stop, fell silent in nervousness.
His eyes darted nervously back and forth between the two men, clearly sensing the ominous signs of an impending conflict.
In comparison, the Night Watchman was even more composed than Jiang Xiao.
"Kid, stop dawdling and get started. Don't let everyone down."
At this moment, Jiang Xiao and the Night Watchman were only three steps apart. The air seemed to freeze, so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat.
Jiang Xiao's eyes caught the Night Watchman's footsteps subtly shifting; it was time to act!
Knowing that his wild punches might not be enough, but he still had his speed and agility, in that split second, Jiang Xiao rushed forward and threw a punch at the Night Watchman's cheek.
However, the Night Watchman seemed to have anticipated this move, and slightly shifted his body, causing Jiang Xiao's fist to graze past him and miss.
Immediately afterwards, the Night Watchman threw a backhand punch at Jiang Xiao's chest, the speed of which exceeded Jiang Xiao's expectations.
Jiang Xiao took a few steps back, barely dodging the heavy blow. He secretly groaned in his heart. This Night Watchman's strength far exceeded his expectations. His moves were simple yet efficient, and every punch and kick was full of killing intent and power.
Time seemed to stand still, and every interaction between the two sides was extremely tense.
Jiang Xiao relied entirely on his extraordinary physique, and the Night Watchman, true to his reputation, had the courage to stop Jiang Xiao for the Curator; he was clearly a trained fighter.
The two gradually realized that it was difficult to determine a winner through such close-quarters combat.
Jiang Xiao's persistence and the Night Watchman's composure created a delicate balance. Amidst the clash of fists and feet, a glimmer of mutual recognition flashed in their eyes.
"Sure, if I let you train for a few more years, I might not be your match."
The night watchman's tone was filled with surprise, and his arms and legs, which had touched Jiang Xiao, were still aching slightly.
It made him wonder if the kid's body was made of iron.
Jiang Xiao remained silent.
With his A-level regeneration talent, this expressionless man couldn't even come close to matching him in terms of sustainability.
but.
He wasn't in the mood to waste time arguing with the other person anymore; he just wanted to get away from this strange tale as quickly as possible.
Besides this expressionless night watchman, there's also a lecherous pig-headed curator standing nearby.
He couldn't help but shake his head and give a wry smile.
I thought I'd never need Shirayuki's power in this lifetime.
White Willow's Blessing (Level X)
Just as Jiang Xiao was about to make a move, the curator suddenly laughed, breaking the tense atmosphere. The laughter was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Alright, alright, let's stop here." The curator said leisurely, waving his hand at Jiang Xiao. "Jiang Xiao, you're quite a troublesome fellow. However, I admire your courage and perseverance. How about this, if you really want to leave, I'll give you a chance."
Jiang Xiao stared intently at the curator, his eyes revealing distrust. He knew that this so-called "opportunity" was likely another trap.
The curator waved his hand, signaling the surrounding staff to disperse, and smiled slightly: "It's very simple. Investigate that thing that often appears outside the windows of our funeral home. It's been peering out the window, a restless spirit that has been causing trouble for quite some time. If you can find out its origin and bring back clues, I'll let you leave."
"A ghostly face outside the dead window, is that all you ask for?" Jiang Xiao asked, puzzled.
He'd only been here a day and had already seen this guy twice.
However, the first time in the evening was clearly a person in disguise, and after he exposed it, the person ran away in a fit of rage.
The second time was last night, but the dormitory window couldn't be opened, so Jiang Xiao couldn't be sure if they were the same person.
The curator nodded, as if he knew the doubts in Jiang Xiao's heart.
"Don't underestimate this task. It's far more difficult than you think. Many people have tried, but none of them have been able to find out the truth."
After a pause, the curator added.
"Of course, you can choose other ways to leave, but I want to make it clear to you that even if you have the power to kill me and the Night's Watch, you can't call for a vehicle to come and pick you up."
Jiang Xiao remained silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
The reason he didn't resort to force was because he couldn't find a reason why the curator wouldn't let him leave. So this idiot was probably not lying. If he wanted a car to pick him up, he would have to work here for ten years.
I simply don't have that kind of patience.
As night fell, Jiang Xiao stood at the window, eagerly awaiting the other party's arrival. To be precise, he had been waiting there all day, but the big face never appeared again.
Perhaps it was a coincidence, perhaps it was a calling from the heavens, or perhaps it was to complete the daily "window check-in task".
When Bao Lebin came over to call Jiang Xiao to have dinner.
Suddenly, a ghostly face appeared, its eyes seemingly bleeding!
Jiang Xiao's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were as sharp as knives.
He began to investigate the surrounding environment, observing the pattern and frequency of the ghostly face's appearance. Whenever the night wind howled, the ghostly face would appear and disappear outside the window, seemingly connected to the sound of the wind.
Seemingly realizing that the guy carrying the peach wood sword was not someone to mess with, the ghost face finished swiping his card and drifted away into the distance.
Can't delay!
As the saying goes, speed is of the essence in war!
Jiang Xiao opened the window directly, and with a flash, disappeared into the darkness like a ghost.
The curator and the night watchman stood motionless in the hall, watching Jiang Xiao's retreating figure, awaiting the outcome.
The wilderness was silent, and Jiang Xiao seemed to blend into the night, moving nimbly around the funeral home.
Only then did he realize it.
What appears to be a normal wilderness during the day is now filled with tombstones.
Listening to the howling wind echoing in his ears, Jiang Xiao held his breath and pushed his senses to the limit, trying to catch a glimpse of the ghostly face.
Suddenly, a sound that didn't match the night breeze entered Jiang Xiao's ears.
It was the sound of weeping, tinged with the melody of singing, drifting from the direction of the ancient willow trees on the south side of the funeral home. A thought struck him, and he vaguely guessed that the origin of the ghostly face was related to this weeping song.
Jiang Xiao followed the song silently, and the scene before him gradually became eerie, with the surrounding tombstones seemingly telling him untold stories.
The weeping song grew clearer, and he could now discern the trembling of each note.
~
The villain's axe now leans against the bar, its wood polished smooth by the men's calls.
Chapter 354 Funny Face
As he stepped over the low tombstone, his gaze remained fixed on the path guided by the mournful cries.
The target was almost within reach, and the intermittent singing voice concealed countless sorrows, seemingly mixed with faint and intermittent sobs.
Finally, under a willow tree that had been broken in half, Jiang Xiao spotted a blurry figure.
A trembling girl sat there, her face pressed against the tree trunk, red tears of blood falling like willow branches, her fingertips tracing the ancient wood, leaving behind a series of irregular yet poignant notes.
hiss!
As soon as he got close, Jiang Xiao felt a bone-chilling force assaulting his brain.
Fortunately, my mind is abstract.
Let him be strong, the gentle breeze caresses the mountain ridge, unable to harm him in the slightest.
The girl seemed oblivious to Jiang Xiao's arrival, perhaps too absorbed in her own emotions to notice others.
Jiang Xiao took a deep breath, and the anxiety he had initially felt about leaving the ghost story faded somewhat, replaced by a strange sense of pity.
"Are you... that ghost face?"
Jiang Xiao finally spoke, his voice deep and resonant.
The moment the girl opened her eyes, the dim light under the willow tree softened considerably. Her eyes reflected boundless melancholy, yet also conveyed a plea.
That face caused Jiang Xiao's thoughts to momentarily wander.
“They…they don’t believe me. I…I’m not a bad person. I haven’t, I haven’t hurt anyone.”
The girl's voice was like a kite with a broken string, but her pupils seemed somewhat unfocused and trembled in the air. The melodies that were meant to be songs also revealed genuine pain.
Jiang Xiao nodded slightly, sensing that things might not be as simple as he had imagined, and indicated that the girl could tell him anything.
"Yes, there's a bad guy in the funeral home. I wanted to warn them, but... but they're all afraid of me, avoiding me, and some even tried to hurt me with a peach wood sword."
The girl sobbed, the bloodstains at the corners of her eyes highlighting her pale face.
A peach wood sword?
Jiang Xiao blushed and then awkwardly put away the peach wood sword that had been pointing at the girl.
"Have you seen that bad guy? How did he hide here?" Jiang Xiao decided to break the silence and directly ask for the truth.
The girl choked up for a moment, then slowly stood up.
"After the bad guy came... after he came, many things changed. He hid in places where no one could see him. He had a way to make people unable to hear his voice or see his figure."