Who told him to make the cards!

The captain of the guard's words brought Luo Xiao's journey and his life to a close.

Luo Xiao then realized that Ding Mao had never intended for him to return alive.

It's not that he lacks awareness; it's just that Ding Mao really treats them very well.

He was never stingy with good wine and tea, and treated everyone like brothers.

Even the illegally mined bluestone at the bottom of Well No. 13 earned the guards a share of the profits, which shows how generous and magnanimous Ding Mao was.

Now Luo Xiao realizes that all of this comes at a price.

Regret?

Maybe...

"Boom."

Luo Xiao fell from the sky and stopped breathing.

Liu Bai had already taken the opportunity to rush out of the shaft.

"It's really lively."

He glanced around.

The incineration area is a large pit surrounded by countless piles of garbage, forming a ring-shaped "mountain" taller than a person.

At the top of the hillside, there was a dense mass of people.

These people wore dust-filtering masks and protective suits, with the Blackstone Mine Rescue Team logo printed on their chests.

There was an ambulance in the distance.

The rear door was open, and a stretcher extended out from it, on which was placed an instrument that looked like a ventilator. However, the card embedded in the instrument was not a resuscitation card, but some kind of field card.

An unseen force emanated from the activated cards, distorting the air and forming a massive barrier that enveloped the entire waste card incineration zone.

Sound insulation.

Road closed.

Interference signal.

"You're really professional," Liu Bai scoffed. "Looks like you guys did a lot of this kind of thing in the Blackstone mining area."

The rescue team leader calmly stated, "Searching for and rescuing the victims is our duty."

"Where is Ding Mao?" Liu Bai asked.

"It's none of your business."

The rescue team leader said, "Just know that we're here to rescue you."

As he spoke, he gave an apologetic look and added, "What a pity..."

"We're too late."

"The No. 13 mine was severely polluted, the rescue failed, and there were no survivors."

Just like with Luo Xiao, he pronounced the fate of Chen Zhi and the others in a few words.

"Let's do it."

There were no superfluous words.

The rescue team leader gave the order in a cold voice.

In the darkness, countless cards lit up simultaneously, like the eyes of hungry wolves.

Chen Zhi, whose body was still halfway down the well, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Can you handle this?"

He had witnessed Liu Bai's abilities firsthand; he was quite skilled.

But this time the number of enemies was far too great, and they weren't just undead that could only bite and tear.

The dozens or even hundreds of people on the garbage slope are all genuine combat card masters. Once they concentrate their fire, they can turn the incineration plant into a new mine pit in no time.

Liu Bai pushed up his glasses, a slightly wicked smile playing on his lips: "What do you think?"

"Of course it can't be done."

He is only at the fourth level, not a god.

Chen Zhi: "?"

What are you pretending for, please?

Chen Zhi grabbed Shen Qinglian's wrist, ready to slip back down the well at any moment.

Shen Qinglian glanced at him but didn't move.

But then Liu Bai said, "If I can't handle it, then they are the ones who are truly in trouble."

Because his teacher will take care of it for him.

The old servant, who had been quietly following behind, had somehow moved to the front.

Chen Zhi was slightly taken aback, only then remembering that there was an old servant in the group.

This old man is truly amazing.

He seems to have some way of diminishing his own presence; as long as he doesn't make a sound, you won't notice him, and you might even forget that there's such a person around.

It can be described as another form of unpredictable appearance.

The old servant walked past the crowd and headed alone towards the hillside.

He still had his hands behind his back, his figure slightly hunched, as he gradually closed the distance between himself and the rescue team.

The incineration site suddenly became unusually quiet.

The sound of footsteps on the sand and gravel has stopped.

The sound of the burnt card had also stopped.

It seemed as if only the old servant's faint footsteps remained in the world.

Chen Zhi suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

No reason.

It was purely an instinctive reaction to a premonition of impending fear.

The rescue team leader on the slope frowned.

"I'll let you do it!"

Are you deaf?

The back of the person being scolded was already soaked with cold sweat.

His lips trembled as he said, "Captain, we can't move..."

The moment the rescue captain gave the order, they had already activated the cards in their hands.

Those who are here tonight are all Ding Mao's confidants. Even if the target is from Qinggong Academy, and even if that noble lady is so beautiful that it is hard to look away, they will not be soft-hearted in the slightest.

For decades, they have developed a habit of unconditionally obeying orders.

But it's not enough for them to just obey orders.

The cards did not obey their commands.

Their attack should have been carried out as early as when Chen Zhi and Liu Bai were talking.

But the truth is, it seems that something sealed their cards, causing them to be unable to channel their energy even though the cards were activated. This allowed the old man to walk towards them without any hindrance.

until a certain moment.

"boom!"

An irresistible force suddenly erupted.

Strong winds blew through the incineration area.

The angle of the wind was extremely strange.

It descended vertically from top to bottom.

The air was instantly torn into countless discontinuous, thin lines that were visible to the naked eye, and it poured down in gusts.

With a "thump".

The first row of rescue team members on the slope knelt down.

The knee and the ground split open at the same time.

Then came the second row and the third row.

Their faces were filled with horror, and the cards in their hands flickered and died, like candles in the wind, about to go out.

Their bodies, weighing as much as a thousand pounds, told them that this was not wind at all, but gravity!

This old man can actually manipulate gravity?!

"Click".