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Chapter 1010. Knock on the Door

Jiang Jianxin opened his eyes wide, and Lin Xin'an continued to speak slowly:

"As you can imagine, the TV station's surveillance methods are extremely powerful. It has a unique way of obtaining information. Everyone who registers on its platform must use their real name. Once logged in, it is equivalent to establishing a medium with it."

"Every person with a real name can have all their information about their identity, capabilities, and experience read by it, and can even be located and monitored."

Lin Xin'an looked at Jiang Jianxin:
"If I'm not mistaken, you've already logged in."

"That sword strike of yours earlier spread out over a ten-mile radius, splitting the heavens and the earth—do you think the TV station will send someone to find you and deepen their control over your mind until you become their complete puppet?"

Jiang Jianxin didn't say anything because she heard footsteps coming from the door.

It was very light, but it was particularly clear in the quiet corridor, like the footsteps of death.

"clatter……"

"clatter……"

"clatter……"

"Dangdangdang..."

"Woo woo woo... Is anyone home?"

This was the voice of a young little girl, with an obvious crying tone.

"Sister, I know you are home. Can you open the door?"

The girl outside the door spoke in a low voice, but she sounded aggrieved, and it was easy to feel sympathy for her.

"My mother is dead... My father was eaten... Sister, I'm so scared... Wuuuuuuu..."

Jiang Jianxin sat on the table, pursed his lips, and picked up the sleek Tangguang Sword with one hand.

"Woooooooo..."

"Woooooooo..."

The little girl outside the door was still crying, her crying getting louder and louder, and she looked more and more aggrieved and pitiful.

Jiang Jianxin was about to stand up when Lin Xin'an held down her sword-holding hand and pointed under the table.

The old-fashioned table in her house was covered with a long tablecloth. It was pitch black under the table, and the tablecloth was big enough to block a person's view.

"You went in, and didn't you hear me calling you to not come out."

Lin Xin'an whispered to her.

Jiang Jianxin glanced at him:
"Why should I believe you?"

Lin Xin'an smiled, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes:
"The TV station is dominated by talented individuals in the Light Camp, who are good at mental attacks and manipulation."

"You can't even resist my mind reading, do you think you can handle the people sent by the TV station?"

Jiang Jianxin took a deep breath.

Indeed, from her childhood diary, it can be seen that this little sword master, who joined the Sword Sect at the age of four, mainly practiced physical training and actual sword combat.

She had said frankly that regarding the soul, it was not something that a sword master had to know, but was more something that alchemy practitioners and talisman practitioners practiced.

The reason why she was able to become a sword master at the age of eleven was largely because she had always been devoted to the way of the sword and had never spent any time on non-compulsory subjects.

Now she has been tracked down by the surveillance methods of the Light Camp and is blocked in her home. If she relies on herself and cannot kill the opponent with one sword, she will definitely lose.

She took a look at the Tangguang Sword, and finally turned it into a small paper sword, hiding it under the table with herself.

"Woooooooo..."

"Woooooooo..."

"When-when-when-"

The sobbing continued, and at some point it turned into violent knocking on the door.

Lin Xin'an was calmly sipping instant noodles beside the table, and even blew his nose because of the hot steam.

After a while, the knocking sound gradually disappeared.

Through the cracks in the tablecloth, Jiang Jianxin saw the cat's eye on his door glow redly, then gradually transform into a huge scarlet eyeball, embedded in the door. The eyeball rolled around, carefully scanning the room from top to bottom and left to right.

Jiang Jianxin retracted his gaze and hid quietly under the table. He could feel the sharp silent scrutiny from outside, like the gleam of a blade.

After scanning around without success, the red eyeball fixed its sight on Lin Xin'an, who was slurping noodles. It rolled its eyes and said loudly in a sharp and piercing voice:

"Hypnotist! Why is it you, such an unlucky fellow?"

"Where's she! Where's she! Where is she!"

Lin Xin'an turned his head, his black eyes smiling as he met the red eyeballs:
"If you can't find anyone, go back and fix your location. Don't disturb me while I'm eating noodles."

The red eyeball blinked, and with a flash of red light, it returned to its original cat-like appearance.

Silence returned to the room. Just as Jiang Jianxin moved and tried to get out from under the table, Lin Xin'an stretched out a foot to block her action.

Jiang Jianxin suddenly remembered that Lin Xin'an had just told her to come out when he called her.

So he squatted on the ground and didn't move.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of Lin Xin'an slurping noodles.

"puff----"

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the peephole on the door suddenly disappeared, leaving only an empty hole.

Lin Xin'an swallowed the noodles in his mouth, then slowly shouted:
"It's okay, come out."

Jiang Jianxin lifted the tablecloth and crawled out from under the table. He looked at the empty hole in the door and asked in astonishment:
"That was that just now?"

"It didn't leave just now. It's still waiting in disguise. You have to be more careful when fighting against the light camp."

Lin Xin'an wiped his mouth politely.

The sunlight illuminated his long eyelashes, making him look mysterious.

Jiang Jianxin glanced at the empty cave entrance, then at Lin Xinan who was calm and composed.

For a moment I didn't know who was more cunning.

The long wait of twenty minutes made her legs numb, so she sat on the chair and took a deep breath.

Lin Xin'an, who was standing by, placed the empty instant noodle bucket on top of nine empty buckets, stacking them into a tall tower.

Then he looked at her and said with a smile:
"How about it, am I reliable?"

Jiang Jianxin glanced at him warily, thought carefully for a moment, and then said:
"Since you want to join me, then let's go."

In the unknown world of supernatural powers, there is a bright camp with diverse means and tricks.

She is just a simple sword master, and it is possible that she will be defeated by these people's schemes.

Although Lin Xin'an is not completely kind, he at least behaves with kindness now.

Lin Xin'an seemed very happy and suggested:

"That's great, but the TV station just sent someone over. It's no longer safe here. Take your diary and let's go somewhere else."

Jiang Jianxin nodded and went into the house to look for the diary.

The room was still the same as before, with four diaries lying quietly in the cardboard box, and the open diary of Peppa Pig's pink Feng Jianzun was on the top.

Each of her four childhood diaries is very thick, and how to take them away is still a problem.

You can't hold it forever, right?
Just when Jiang Jianxin was frowning, the small paper sword flew out of her pocket, came to the four diaries, and sucked them in with a "buzz".

Jiang Jianxin's eyes lit up.

She remembered that sword cultivators regard their swords as their wives, and the Little Sword Master once opened up a sword intent space for his Tangguang Sword.

The space is not big, only three cubic meters, and it contains a lot of potions and talismans for Tang Guang's maintenance, as well as a beautiful scabbard.

Although there are a lot of these things, they are not full. There is still some space left, which is just enough to hold four diaries.

(End of this chapter)