Chen Shouyi was startled.

Mice aren't exactly tame creatures. When they get aggressive, their bites can be quite fierce, and they carry all sorts of germs.

He quickly looked under the bed but realized he had been overthinking things.

He had completely overestimated Shell Lady's courage.

He saw her cautiously eyeing the mouse in the corner, cautiously and sneakily taking steps backward.

When she noticed Chen Shouyi's feet, she seemed to see a lifeline, quickly retreated a few steps, and grabbed Chen Shouyi's pant leg tightly, her body trembling.

Chen Shouyi grabbed Shell Lady and placed her back on the bed, teasingly saying, "Weren't you interested in seeing the mouse just now?"

"You liar, isn't this a mouse?" She looked frightened and on the verge of tears.

"Mice aren't like this!"

Chen Shouyi was taken aback.

Realizing the situation, he couldn't help but find it amusing.

Are the cute and harmless mice from cartoons the same as the real mice?

...

Early the next morning, the family packed their belongings and prepared to visit Dongning.

Firstly, to retrieve the money invested in the underground loan company; secondly, to see if they could sell the old house.

Originally, Chen Shouyi disagreed, but his parents insisted on going. Considering that Dongning was under martial law and security had not deteriorated, he went along with them.

As they reached the door, he once again saw Zhou Xue.

She was practicing swordplay in the courtyard.

"Uncle, Auntie, you're going out!" Zhou Xue stopped and called, then glanced at Chen Shouyi.

Chen Shouyi smiled and nodded.

"It's Xiaoxue. We are going home for a bit. Please inform your mom we might not stay here for a few days." Mrs. Chen said with a smile.

"Oh!" Zhou Xue responded.

The group quickly walked past her as she continued practicing swordplay, slightly distracted.

She stopped again and turned her head, only to see the people had already walked out of the gate and disappeared.

...

The bus had very few passengers.

Just a sparse dozen or so people.

Chen Shouyi sat behind his parents, placing the sword case and briefcase on his lap.

He placed a backpack on the seat next to him, which contained bow components and arrows, to avoid encountering the same situation as last time.

The bus quickly started moving.

The journey was desolate.

The industrial areas on both sides, except for the occasional factory spewing white smoke, were mostly shut down.

"Brother, how's Hedong City?" Chen Xingyue from the backseat asked.

"It's much like before. After all, it's the provincial capital; resources are prioritized, and security is pretty good. We can open a restaurant just like before." Chen Shouyi thought for a moment and said.

Even though he wanted to go back to Dongning, he couldn't be selfish and only think about himself.

...

Time passed quickly with idle chatter.

Soon, the bus was approaching Dongning City.

He noticed a checkpoint ahead, with a dozen fully armed soldiers standing by the roadside, spike strips laid across the opposite lane.

All vehicles leaving Dongning City had to be checked. Fortunately, due to the scarcity of vehicles, there wasn't much congestion.

"Why has Dongning become so strict now?" a passenger said.

"No choice, I heard they caught a big fish. Probably trying to prevent the cult from escaping!" the driver said.

"These people should be executed."

"Exactly, it's been nerve-wracking every day."

...

At this moment, Chen Shouyi suddenly sensed something was wrong with the two sedans in the opposite lane. Their windows were slowly rolling down, and the next instant, his pupils contracted.

"Damn!"

Several hands holding guns swiftly extended out.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire,

as gunshots echoed from a distance.

Several soldiers fell to the ground.

The remaining soldiers quickly started returning fire at the two sedans.

Inside the bus came a series of screams; the driver, terrified by the frightening scene, slammed hard on the brakes.

Chen Shouyi's body swayed slightly, but he quickly steadied himself and hurriedly looked at his parents in front of him.

"Dad! Mom, are you okay?"

"We're fine!"

"Where's Xing Yue?" Chen Shouyi asked again.

"I'm fine too."

...

Chen Shouyi glanced out the window. Fortunately, the crossfire location was a good fifty or sixty meters from the bus, making it barely safe.

The gunfire lasted for more than twenty seconds before it stopped.

Eight soldiers died.

Then, the remaining soldiers, armed with guns, slowly surrounded those two cars.

Just before approaching three meters, the car door suddenly exploded with a "bang," and a sword-wielding silhouette swiftly shot out from inside the car. He was already stained with red, though it was unclear if it was his own blood or someone else's.

One soldier was barely raising his gun.

The figure brushed past him.

His movement halted instantly.

The gun fell!

The hand fell!

And half of his shoulder fell too.

His actions were ghostly and unreal, merciless and ruthless. As soon as he approached, a soldier would be killed in a blink, and within a few short moments, three soldiers had died. The remaining soldiers immediately retreated frantically while shooting back.

But it was utterly useless, as he dodged quickly left and right, not a single shot hit him.

Instead, he closed the distance further and killed two more.

Chen Shouyi understood that it wasn't that his speed surpassed bullets, but rather his reaction was faster than the soldiers' trigger-pulling speed.

"Mom and Dad, stay here!" Chen Shouyi said coldly, quickly drawing the long sword from the sword box. Before his parents could react, he swiftly slipped out the window like a swimming fish.

As a martial artist, enjoying high status and power, he also had the duty to assist in maintaining law and order. Naturally, he couldn't allow such things to happen right under his nose.

Moreover, he held a deep-seated hatred against those cultists.

If he weren't strong enough, the entire family would have been slaughtered.

"Come back!" Mrs. Chen shouted anxiously from behind.

"Don't worry, it's okay!" Chen Shouyi waved his hand and started running, his feet like the wind, his body like a lingering shadow, the momentum bringing a gust of force akin to a level-four or five whirlwind, kicking up dust that formed a cloud of sand behind him.

By then, the man in blood-stained clothes had killed one more soldier, leaving only two remaining.

The soldiers made the mistake of being too close initially. If they had kept their distance, they wouldn't be so embarrassed; seven or eight guns could easily kill a martial artist with adequate training.

"Stop!" Chen Shouyi shouted loudly, simultaneously drawing his sword.

"Another one seeking death!" The blood-clothed man spoke as he flickered, lightly moving over four or five meters, and instantly slashed a sword through another soldier's throat, causing blood to spray like a fountain.

"Damn it!" Anger surged within Chen Shouyi, and he powered forward with his feet, slashing fiercely at the blood-clothed man.

The blood-clothed man took a step back, his long sword blocked.

"Clang!" A loud noise erupted, sparks flying.

"If you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish." The blood-clothed man roared, his muscles bulging all over, and he pressed down with his long sword, his strength unexpectedly superior to Chen Shouyi's, easily suppressing his long sword, and fiercely slashing at Chen Shouyi's throat.

Chen Shouyi abruptly stepped back, deftly circling to the right, and drew his sword towards his neck: "You're far from killing me!"

The remaining soldier, seeing the situation, quickly retreated, widening the distance, then raised his rifle.

He was breathing heavily, aimed for a long time, and helplessly put it down.

The two in front were like phantoms intertwined, constantly changing positions at high speed, making it impossible for him to aim.

The blood-clothed man appeared to be in his twenties, with a face full of rage. He stepped aside, avoiding Chen Shouyi's horizontal slash, but his clothes tore invisibly, seeping out a blood stain.

Chen Shouyi's Sword Qi was only two centimeters, seemingly insignificant, but for expert fighters accustomed to dodging in mere millimeters, it seemed to have a miraculous effect, already inflicting injury invisibly.

In just a few seconds of combat, the blood-clothed man accumulated more bloody wounds, his face growing increasingly unsightly: "I don't have time to waste on you, it's over."

"Fanaticism Art!"

He called out softly.

"Divine Art?" Chen Shouyi was slightly taken aback.

In the next moment, he noticed the opponent's speed seemed to increase slightly, and his strength grew a bit more.

Fortunately, the growth was minimal. In numerical terms, both increased by only about 0.1 points.

After all, this is Earth. Transmitting Divine Art here requires consuming a thousandfold more energy, and the effect is almost negligible.

"Is that all?" Chen Shouyi sneered coldly.

He no longer cautiously probed and dodged, his sword speed suddenly accelerating.

His agility explosively unleashed, a full point higher than ordinary martial artists, he swept aside his diagonal cut with a single stroke, advanced a step, his form as light as a nimble cat, while simultaneously, the long sword in his hand pierced through the blood-clothed man's forehead like an immortal sword from the heavens, exiting through the back of his head.

He extracted the long sword, its blade still pristine, untouched by any blood.

He turned around and sheathed the sword!

A heavy thud from a corpse hitting the ground echoed from behind.

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