Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Northwest of Ankara, bordering the Black Sea, lies the Dizzy Mountains.

Speaking of which, Persia is actually quite a strange country. From the perspective of natural environment alone, it is extremely divided. The north has mountains and rivers, while the south is a vast desert, like two different worlds.

"Buzz~"

At 10 a.m., a Mi-8 attack helicopter hovered low above a gentle slope, and several figures crashed down one after another like shooting stars.

At a mere 30-odd meters in height, no assistance was needed for Du Weiguo and his party on the plane.

"boom!"

The Nightmare landed last, its terrifying weight instantly creating a deep crater in the grass.

Du Weiguo raised his hand and gestured upwards, and Rod immediately maneuvered the helicopter to make a smooth turn on the spot and head back to Ankara for refueling.

He is a non-combatant. Once he leaves the machine, his combat effectiveness is comparable to that of an ordinary special forces soldier. Staying behind would not be of any help; it would only cause trouble.

At this moment, Du Weiguo's brows furrowed slightly. He twisted his ankle, which had just recovered, and asked in a deep voice:

"Nightmare, are you sure the pathogen is in this mountain?"

“That’s right, I’m 100% sure that the scum who spread the plague in Persia is hiding in this mountain!”

Nightmare leaped nimbly out of the pit, replying as it shook its head vigorously, sending dirt flying off its body.

"Master, I'll go and get this piece of trash out for you right now." It rubbed against Du Weiguo's thigh, trying to please him.

Du Weiguo ignored it and instead squinted and scanned his surroundings.

The mountain they were on was very large, covering nearly a hundred square kilometers, with very dense trees. Because it was near the sea, it was shrouded in fog, giving it a somewhat ethereal feel.

After a long while, he finally turned his gaze to Shota: "Shota, are there any soldiers available nearby?"

The soldier he was referring to was, of course, the crow. Shota sensed it slightly:
"Yes, but not many. In the short term, we estimate we can only summon around 2000."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo frowned slightly and asked again:

"Are there any places further away where there are more soldiers?"

Shota replied without hesitation:
"Yes, there is a valley about 50 kilometers away where at least tens of thousands of crows live, but it will take about an hour for them to fly over."

Du Weiguo decisively said, "Summon them all! And the surrounding area too, summon as many as you can!"

“Yes,” Shota replied, bowing his head.

When he looked up again, his pupils were as black as ink. This was his most endearing trait: he would do whatever he was told, never asking why, and always executing orders perfectly.

Kagura suddenly leaned closer and asked softly, "Sir, is the enemy very strong? Is there anything we can do?"

She wasn't stupid; she could tell that Du Weiguo's attitude was off, unusually serious. These days, there aren't many situations that warrant such seriousness from him.

"Hmm, I think it might be quite troublesome." Du Weiguo nodded.

"Should I notify Miss Hu to send someone over to help?" She was carrying the walkie-talkie on her back, hence the question.

"No need," Du Weiguo shook his head.

"If even the few of us can't resolve the current situation, then sending more people will be pointless."

"We don't know the enemy's situation yet, so let's be cautious and proceed step by step. Kagura, you and Kamui go and get some prey nearby, and we'll rest here."

"Okay, sir."

Kagura and Shinmai were both action-oriented, so without further ado, they immediately headed into the woods.

"Hoo~" Du Weiguo leaned against the rock, lit a cigarette, exhaled a long puff of smoke, and stared at the dense green forest in the distance, his brows furrowed tightly.

Since entering this mountain forest, he had sensed a strong sense of crisis.

How intense was it exactly? Since driving away that old worm demon from Demon Mist Mountain, he hadn't felt such a strong sense of crisis in the past six months.

"Nightmare, how far away is the pathogen from us?"

Nightmare tilted its head and thought for a moment, then looked up at a distant mountain peak.

"I can't say for sure exactly, but it's very close. It's just behind that mountain, and the straight-line distance should be no more than 10 kilometers."

Du Weiguo exhaled two puffs of white smoke from his nose and then changed the subject.

"Nightmare, do you sense danger?"

A solemn, anthropomorphic look appeared on the Nightmare dog's face.

"Yeah, I can feel it. It's a tough one, a bit prickly."

"Slap!" Du Weiguo couldn't help but slap the dog on the head.

"Damn it, speak like a human being! You've started talking about eroticism! Where did you learn all this crooked stuff?"

"Master, I'm not human to begin with~" Even Nightmare's head was buzzing from being slapped, and she tried to defend herself, sounding aggrieved.

Meanwhile, deep in the dense forest, beside a large pool of water.

Leeches and Parker sat facing each other, while several half-human, half-ghost figures sat in the nearby jungle; these were the so-called "pathogens."

Parker refers to them as incomplete evolutionary forms or symbiotes.

These were experimental subjects who, during the plague in Persia, withstood the brain damage caused by the undead virus and retained some of their sanity; the ratio was approximately one in tens of thousands.

Not only did they retain their rationality, but their physical condition was also greatly enhanced, breaking through the limits of human beings, and giving rise to all sorts of incredible superpowers.

However, they had all lost their human form.

“Parker, I’m sure he’s in this mountain right now. We should go to sea immediately, that’s our only chance of survival.”

The leech's expression and tone were extremely anxious, but Parker remained as calm as ever. He casually adjusted his glasses and said sarcastically:

"Leech, you were the previous King of Assassins, why are you so afraid of death?"

Before Du Weiguo left the country, Leech was indeed the highest-paid assassin in the underworld, and he had never failed, making him the undisputed king of assassins.

This question struck a nerve with the leech, making him incredibly ashamed and angry:

"Stop talking nonsense! Parker, I'm asking you one last time, are you coming or not?"

"Heh~" Parker sneered and curled his lip.

"Leave? Where can we go now? Continue to hide in some dark place like rats?"

"That's better than death!"

Unable to bear his sarcasm, the leech pointed to the surrounding test subjects and roared.

"Parker, who the hell do you think he is? You think your bunch of freaks can take him down? You're dreaming!"

"Hey~" Parker chuckled nonchalantly as always:

“Leech, I’m not that stupid, and I don’t believe that these incomplete abilities can stop the evil god.”

He paused, his gaze lingering on the pool not far away, then changed the subject:
“But don’t we still have allies? Even if we’re defeated, at least we can escape unscathed, right? Besides, I need his blood; otherwise, the subsequent experiments can’t continue.” *Whoosh!*

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of water suddenly shot up from the calm, mirror-like pool, carrying a large, dark "meatball" to the shore.

The "big meatball" crashed to the ground, instantly shattering into a large black mass, and immediately began to wriggle.

The "flesh ball" was entirely composed of dragon-like insects, numbering approximately tens of thousands. Each dragon-like insect was exceptionally large and strong.

These serpents, like black waves, surged with a terrifying, earth-shattering force, finally stopping just a few meters in front of the leeches and Parker.

"Chirp~"

The next second, the swarm of insects let out a defiant hiss, then broke up and scattered into the depths of the forest.

Only after the swarm of dragon insects had completely disappeared did Parker shrug, feigning helplessness, and say with a hint of schadenfreude:

"Hey, leech, you see, we're not in charge now. Even if we wanted to leave, we probably couldn't."

Before the leech could reply, a deep, hoarse male voice rang out from the nearby jungle.

"That's right, you can't leave. The Lord has decided to kill that damned ant right here!"

He spoke in English, but with a strong curry smell. As the voice rang out, a figure slowly emerged from the dense forest—a strong, bearded man, as robust as a lion.

This guy was clearly from India. He was nearly 2 meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body. His eyes gleamed with a strange dark green light, and he carried a huge package on his back.

Upon seeing this man, the leech's pupils contracted slightly, revealing a hint of apprehension. Parker, however, showed no restraint whatsoever, greeting him casually:
"Sanjay, are you sure your lord is truly confident in dealing with him?"

This Indian man is named Sanjay. He has a unique talent and is an ability user. At the same time, like Naya and the Yuan siblings, he is a psychic.

However, instead of making a pact or coexisting with the shikigami, he chose to become a believer in the shikigami.

In other words, they are servants.

This form isn't exactly new. In Northeast China, there are also people who choose to become servants of the "Divine Immortal" and thereby be granted some "divine power."

For example, Hu San Taiye of Yiwulü Mountain had two servants, one of whom was Guo Guizi, who once dominated Northeast China.

The master that Sanja worships is naturally the old worm spirit from Mount Demon Mist.

Previously, when Du Weiguo was fighting the old worm spirit, Sangja was not in India, but went out to do something for it.

When he returned to Demon Mist Mountain, his master had already fled, and his original territory, Motihari City, had been occupied by Lin Jiaojiao.

Upon hearing Parker's question, Sanja's face immediately showed a hint of displeasure:
"Of course! Our Lord is the invincible being in this world!"

"Ha!" Upon hearing this, Parker couldn't help but interrupt with a mocking laugh:

"Sanjay, cooperation is based on trust. Do you think we're fools?"

At this point, he adjusted his glasses, glanced towards the pool, and said meaningfully:
"If your master is truly invincible, then why doesn't he stay in the Demon Mist Mountain? Why did he leave his lair and abandon the billions of Gu worms that he had been breeding for over a hundred years?"

Sanja immediately retorted angrily, "Parker, watch your words! Do you want to die?"

"Wow!"

At the same time, a huge wave suddenly surged up in the pool, and beneath the surface, a terrifyingly large figure could be vaguely seen.

A moment later, the giant wave crashed down, as if a localized downpour had struck, leaving Parker and the leech completely soaked.

"Tsk, tsk, why are you so angry?" Parker shook his head dismissively.

"I'm not wrong. The reason we've gathered together is because, one-on-one, none of us can beat him."

"We're facing a demon, so even if we can't beat it, it's not a shameful thing."

Suddenly, the eerie green glint in Sanja's eyes intensified, returning to normal after a few seconds. He then spoke:

“My lord said that last time he was caught off guard and ambushed. This time, as long as you can lure him into this pool, we will surely win.”

"You don't need to worry about the rest. The evil spirit will surely die!" Clearly, he was now acting as a mouthpiece for that old worm demon.

Upon hearing this, the leech and Parker exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes revealing an undisguised excitement.

Du Weiguo is truly terrifying! They have exhausted all means, yet still cannot find a way to deal with him.

Like a sword that could fall at any moment, it hangs over their heads, tormenting them to the point of unbearable pain.

If we can kill him, the Fiends, though strong, will be soulless without him and will be no threat.

Furthermore, if he were truly killed, countless people would likely rise up in rebellion immediately, and the Fiend Clan would likely be unable to protect themselves, or even be overthrown instantly.

"Sanjay, we've now confirmed that he can teleport. Is your lord truly confident he can take him down?"

This time, it was the leech that was questioning him, and his eyes were very urgent.

The KGB, MI6, and Freemasons under Du Weiguo's command are all formidable; his true identity will likely be exposed soon.

If Du Weiguo was still alive before the truth came out, his entire family would have faced annihilation.

That's right, this leech is not a lone wolf, nor is he an orphan without any ties. Instead, he comes from a prominent family.

He became an assassin and left his family because he unexpectedly awakened supernatural abilities, and he had an innate love for thrills and killing.

Every time he completed a hunting mission, he felt an unparalleled, overwhelming pleasure.

However, he still cares a lot about his family.

The reason for hiding his identity so tightly was to avoid bringing trouble to his family and to prevent disgrace to his family's reputation.

"Of course I'm confident!" Sanja said proudly.

“My lord once fought against him, and it was only a 50/50 match. However, my lord knew all of his cards.”

"This time, our lord has made thorough preparations and will surely be able to cut off his dog's head!"

That said, the old worm demon is indeed the only enemy who has escaped with his life from Du Weiguo's hands so far, and for that alone, it has enough to be proud of.

"it is good!"

The leech's eyes lit up: "Then let's gamble with your master!"

Meanwhile, on the gentle slope, Du Weiguo and his group were having a barbecue, using very lavish ingredients.

Rare and precious animals such as antelopes, reindeer, brown bears, and cheetahs were all skinned, shaved, and skewered on the campfire, their aroma filling the air.

"Sir, we've found them. They're by a pond. There are nine of them in total."

Shota reported in a deep voice that one of his eyes remained completely black, synchronizing his perspective with that of the crow.

At this moment, the entire Dizzy Mountain was basically covered by crows, with no blind spots.

Du Weiguo cut him a piece of roasted lamb. "Thanks for your hard work, Xiangtai. Keep an eye on them!"

(End of this chapter)