Yan Dongxu comforted Zhao Qingqing, indicating that everything was fine.
"With such good security in the residential area, we will be safe at home."
Of course, he didn't even believe what he was saying himself, he was just saying it to reassure Zhao Qingqing.
"I'm going to the bathroom for a bit," Yan Dongxu said.
"What are you still going to take a shit at a time like this for! Come with me quickly! It's dangerous!"
Zhao Qingqing anxiously said, pulling him to go outside.
Yan Dongxu struggled free, clutching his stomach, pretending to be in extreme pain as he ducked directly into the bathroom.
After locking the door behind him, he regained his composure, and a hint of killing intent emerged in his eyes.
Shua!
His figure instantly disappeared from the bathroom, appearing in a concealed location not far from Ji Tong outside.
He utilized his spatial ability, trying to instantly teleport some gravel directly into Ji Tong's heart.
However, there was a paranormal force outside Ji Tong's body that blocked him, and his spatial ability was unable to penetrate.
So he was unable to kill him instantly with the gravel.
Left with no other choice, Yan Dongxu could only try to manipulate all of Ji Tong's flying blades.
In that instant, he felt a strong resistance.
Ji Tong's pupils shrank as an expression of astonishment showed on his face.
He looked all around but did not find any suspicious figures.
"Who is it!!!"
Ji Tong was extremely surprised because he had lost control of the flying blades. All of the flying blades were hovering motionlessly in the air, struggling to move.
In fact trying to break free of his manipulation.
In all his years manipulating objects, this was still the first time Ji Tong had encountered such a bizarre situation.
"Damn, what strong manipulative power!"
Yan Dongxu muttered to himself, discovering that he could only forcibly keep control of the flying blades.
With his current level of power, it was still not enough to wrest them away, and it consumed huge amounts of energy.
He was already starting to feel waves of weakness course through his body.
"This won't do!!!"
Yan Dongxu grumbled to himself upon noticing that Uncle De had not gone too far.
After escaping Ji Tong's flying blades, that old man had actually turned back around again.
He was probably reluctant and wanted to look for another chance to avenge his son.
At that moment, Uncle De had a strange look on his face. He could tell someone was making a covert attack and had trapped Ji Tong's flying blades.
He struggled over whether or not he should take the opportunity afforded by this opening to attack and kill Ji Tong.
But he also feared it was a trap Ji Tong had deliberately set, pretending to be trapped in order to lure him over.
Shua!
Just as Uncle De was struggling over this, the leaves on the ground suddenly flew up in front of him.
His instincts made him retreat back several steps.
When he focused his eyes to look closely at the bizarre flying leaves, his whole body froze.
What was going on?
The leaves had actually arranged themselves to form several words in midair, "Go up quickly, I can't hold on for long."
Uncle De's eyes lit up, "An ally? Hold on! I'm coming!"
Uncle De chose to trust in this and rushed back with his ghost blade raised.
When Ji Tong saw Uncle De appear again, his expression changed drastically.
He tried to manipulate the flying blades, but it was as if they had been welded motionless in midair, completely unable to budge.
Seeing Uncle De instantly approach, he could only abandon the flying blades and manipulate the surrounding floor tiles to attack instead.
"Hmm?"
Yan Dongxu's eyes lit up when he noticed the resistance from the flying blades had vanished.
A silvery gleam flashed in his eyes as he controlled the flying blades to slice towards Ji Tong.
Puff puff puff!
Countless blades pierced Ji Tong's body, instantly turning him into a pincushion.
"How is this possible!"
Ji Tong tumbled into the pool of his own blood in shocked disbelief, never having imagined he would die by his own blades.
The approaching Uncle De stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with incredulity.
Ji Tong, one of the Death Coffin's Ten Generals, Iron Sparrow Ji Tong, had just died like that?
And he didn't even know who had killed him.
Uncle De walked over and sliced off Ji Tong's head, wrapping it in his coat.
He would use Ji Tong's head to commemorate his deceased son.
"Although I don't know who you are, please accept my bow of gratitude, too enormous to be repaid. If ever you need my help somewhere, contact me anytime."
Uncle De took out a black business card from his clothes and gently placed it on the ground before turning to leave.
Yan Dongxu memorized the number on the business card then used his spatial ability to grind it into powder.
Shua!
He returned to the bathroom again. Waves of weakness flooded his entire body.
It had been too difficult!
Yan Dongxu panted heavily.
This first paranormal battle had been more tiring than he imagined.
Perhaps also because his opponent had been too powerful.
"Hey, Yan Dongxu, are you alright?"
Zhao Qingqing paced back and forth outside, wondering why there was no sound coming from the bathroom.
She asked while leaning against the door, worried that something might have happened to Yan Dongxu.
"Ah! I'm fine. It just hurt a lot, broke into a cold sweat."
Yan Dongxu pressed the toilet handle, pretending to flush. Then he got up and opened the door to come out.
Seeing how deathly pale he looked, Zhao Qingqing was quite frightened.
"Why do you look so terrible? Let me take you to the hospital."
"Was there something wrong with the food I cooked? Did you get food poisoning?"
"No need, no need. I'll be fine after some rest." Yan Dongxu waved his hand in refusal as he staggered over to collapse onto the sofa.
"Hmm? Where did this dirt come from? Why is the bottom of your shoes so dirty?" Zhao Qingqing frowned and asked.
She noticed the ground where Yan Dongxu walked was covered in footprints leaving dirt behind.
Yan Dongxu's heart shuddered as he silently scolded himself for forgetting about it.
He could only pretend to be confused, "Don't know. Maybe I stepped in something somewhere."
Zhao Qingqing took a rag and wiped it clean. She was worried about Yan Dongxu so didn't think more about his shoes.
Ring ring ring!
Uncle De called again.
Zhao Qingqing immediately answered, inquiring about the situation.
"The danger has passed. It's fine now. You can go back. Also call Du Sen and have him come deal with the Death Coffin members' corpses."
Uncle De did not explain in detail exactly what had happened. He hurriedly hung up the call.
Zhao Qingqing heaved a long sigh of relief, complex emotions stirring in her heart.
Fortunately nothing else happened.
If she had really left earlier, she would feel very guilty and wouldn't even know how to face Yan Dongxu afterwards.
She called Du Sen.
Upon hearing about the situation, Du Sen immediately came over with people.
Seeing the five corpses, his expression was gloomy.
The Death Coffin really came for Yan Dongxu.
After all, it was him who had summoned Zhou Quan, causing huge losses for the Death Coffin and the death of one of the Ten Generals.
"Boss, aren't these blades Ji Tong the Iron Sparrow's?"
Lin Xia pointed at the blades stabbed into the floor tiles in shock and said.
"What? Let me see!" Du Sen sucked in a breath of cold air.
He had assumed only a few Death Coffin underlings had died.
How was there also one of the Ten Generals' corpses!
He went over to examine and confirmed that headless corpse was indeed Ji Tong's.
"That head was most likely taken by Uncle De. That old guy's strength has not declined, actually able to kill Ji Tong."
Du Sen secretly clicked his tongue.
"Boss, come quickly! The nearby surveillance footage has been retrieved. Something seems off." Lincoln manipulated the computer and brought up footage of the earlier battle.
"This...could it be another paranormal interfered to help Uncle De?" Du Sen watched the surveillance video repeatedly in shock.
Zhao Xiaofei stroking his chin calmly said to the side: "It was a spatial ability user who helped Uncle De. I can confirm it!"