Chinese Superman

Chapter 224 Weighing the Martial Ancestor

Just as the rope was about to be put around Xia Xinghan's neck, "Ning Kai, stop!"

"If you actually put it on, you'll die."

The man in the driver's seat finally spoke.

His voice was hoarse and deep, as if it came from the bottom of a deep well. Every word carried a chilling and piercing aura, yet it also possessed an undeniable authority.

The rope stopped.

It stopped an inch behind Xia Xinghan's neck.

The rope trembled slightly, then slowly retracted and disappeared into the darkness.

Behind Xia Xinghan stood a thin figure, who looked to be a young man in his early twenties. He was thin, pale, and wearing a drab gray coat.

He slipped off the bus through the back door.

Ning Kai held the hemp rope in his hand, looking at Xia Xinghan's back with a complicated expression, seemingly still somewhat unwilling.

"Yes, Captain."

He responded in a low voice, then put away the rope and stood aside.

Xia Xinghan didn't turn around to look at the young man named Ning Kai, but stared straight at the driver's seat of the bus and asked, "Can we talk normally now?"

The man fell silent for a moment.

Then, he stood up from the driver's seat.

His hat was still pulled low, but as he approached, the faint light from the car door finally illuminated his face.

That was once a handsome face.

With well-defined features and high brow bones, he must have been a spirited and ambitious person in his youth.

But now, that face was completely bloodless, as pale as a sheet of paper. Its lips were also white; only its eyes, a ghastly green, emitted a ghostly glow.

He looked at Xia Xinghan, his gaze deep and unfathomable, a flame of excitement seemingly hidden beneath his icy exterior. He couldn't help but ask, "You come from another world?"

Xia Xinghan frowned slightly but did not answer.

"My name is Yang Kaitai, the captain of the Xia Kingdom, and the strongest person in this world."

Yang Kaitai wasn't in a hurry. He just kept staring at him, his green eyes reflecting Xia Xinghan's image. He continued to analyze, "It's impossible for a living person to survive on the Yin-Yang Path, but you are a living person. This is contradictory. Therefore, you come from a completely new world, a world of living people."

"I can understand the language you're speaking—the official language of the Xia Kingdom, hmm—could it be a parallel world?"

"It turns out that the end of the Yin-Yang Road is not hell."

"It's another world."

He seemed to be talking to himself, and for the first time, his voice showed a slight fluctuation.

It's all speculation, without a shred of evidence, but it seems—enough.

"This is hope."

he murmured.

"Our hope."

Yang Kaitai stood on the steps of the bus, head down, staring intently at Xia Xinghan.

"Friends who have come from afar, may I drive and transport people from this world to your world?"

Xia Xinghan looked at him, expressionless, his gaze calm and still.

"cannot."

Two words: a clean and decisive refusal.

Why?

"There's no reason. I don't want to risk the land and lives I protect, not even the slightest bit. Coming to your aid is already a favor; I can't let you sneak over there again."

There are actually many other reasons why we come into this world.

On the one hand, it's a matter of mutual dependence, and Heaven is asking for help.

On the other hand, he was looking for cultivation resources, preferably in the world of hostile forces. Xia Xinghan was preparing to transform into a cataclysmic disaster and bring it to the end of the Dharma era!

But no matter what, I really came here to help you!

Yang Kaitai's eyes dimmed for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

He nodded, as if he had expected it.

"As expected, the talks broke down," Yang Kaitai said to himself. "But it was within my expectations."

He paused, then changed the subject: "Now it seems there's only one way."

"Defeat you."

"We forcibly smuggled ourselves into your world!"

Xia Xinghan looked at him, his brows furrowed slightly, and replied, "Why bother? Actually, there's a second way."

"I will help you suppress all the strange phenomena."

Xia Xinghan's voice was calm, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

It seems that suppressing all the strange things in the world is not difficult for him!

The fat man's eyes lit up.

Ning Kai also raised his head, and there was a strange look in his eyes as he looked at Xia Xinghan.

boast?

Or perhaps they truly possess that confidence and capability?

Xia Xinghan didn't look at them, but only at Yang Kaitai. Seeing that the other remained silent, he continued, "Unfortunately, it's quite obvious—"

He shook his head in regret.

"People like you who use supernatural powers are a little bit out of their minds."

"Personality, even character, can be eroded and affected by strange forces."

He stared directly into Yang Kaitai's deep green eyes.

"Like you."

"They're neither human nor ghost anymore."

"It's just that I have the memories of my past life."

"His will was so obsessive that it bordered on madness."

"So my advice is useless; the only option is war."

Yang Kaitai remained silent, offering no rebuttal; his pale face was devoid of any expression.

a long time.

He spoke.

"You are very smart."

Yang Kaitai's voice was hoarse but calm.

"They are clearly from another world, yet they have a deep understanding of the power of this world."

"He has a keen eye and knows me even better than my teammates."

The fat man was getting anxious.

"team leader!"

"Captain, let's try it as he says!"

"He's really amazing! The fact that he can walk the path between the living and the dead on his own is enough to prove everything! He can't be killed by the four supernatural buses, he can't be controlled by ghost blood pressure, and he can't be cut by a butcher's knife—maybe he really can—"

That's enough.

Yang Kaitai raised his hand, arrogantly interrupting the fat man.

Those eerie green eyes remained fixed on Xia Xinghan.

"In this era, I am the strongest Night's Watchman."

"It is precisely because it is the strongest that it is also the most desperate."

"Because I see no hope."

"Not even a tiny bit, completely invisible!!"

He paused slightly, and his gaze towards Xia Xinghan began to slowly change.

"Now, a glimmer of hope has appeared."

"That means smuggling yourself into other worlds."

"And you are the only obstacle."

"Dealing with you is easier than dealing with all the mysteries in the world!"

After listening to him finish speaking, Xia Xinghan shrugged and said helplessly, "Since you're looking for death, I respect your choice."

"Are you looking for death?"

Something flashed in Yang Kaitai's eyes.

He showed no anger or agitation, but simply nodded calmly.

"Alright."

Then he turned around and walked back to the carriage.

A moment later, when he came out again, he had something else in his hand.

A mask.

The mask was deathly white, made of some unknown material, its surface smooth as a mirror, yet it reflected no image. It had only two eye openings; no nose, no mouth.

Yang Kaitai put the mask on his face.

When he raised his head again, his eerie green eyes looked at Xia Xinghan through the holes in his mask.

His entire demeanor changed completely.

It's not about becoming stronger.

Instead, it has become another kind of existence.

Xia Xinghan looked at him, and finally a hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

The world's strongest Night Watchers? Interesting!

did not expect.

The world that came to the aid of Earth's allies, before even resolving the strange events, has already started fighting the strongest being in this world.

But there's really no way around it. Most of the Night Watchers are half-dead and half-alive, and their minds are fixed, because they control the supernatural. They are no longer normal living people.

Whether it's stubbornness or willfulness, once they've made up their minds, they will never easily change them, nor will they allow others to question them.

Captain Yang Kaitai is such a person.

But it is precisely because of this near-demonic obsession that they were able to survive the torment of fighting against the eerie forces day and night, upholding their last vestiges of humanity and not being consumed by their murderous instincts.

"Since you claim to suppress all the strange things in the world, then let me test you."

Yang Kaitai spoke, his voice coming through the mask, making it even more elusive and chilling.

"If you can kill me, I will die without regret."

His gaze swept over the fat man, over Ning Kai, and over the other figures faintly visible in the darkness of the carriage. He said in a low voice, "I hope you won't make things difficult for my teammates."

"team leader----"

"Why bother? He means well. Let him give it a try."

"Brother Yang, I'll fight alongside you!"

"If you die, I die; if you live, I live."

"Teammates, you should have faith in Captain Yang. He's the strongest Night Watchman of this era; outsiders are no match for him!"

"What do you mean by one person suppressing all the strange things in the world? That's just arrogance."

One voice after another came from all sides: some supported Yang Kaitai, some tried to persuade him, and some wanted to join him in taking action, but Yang Kaitai coldly stopped them all.

Even though this captain was stubborn and liked to do things his own way, his prestige remained as high as a mountain.

In the darkness, the noise subsided, and the dissent gradually died down.

Xia Xinghan nodded: "No problem, I'll only kill you."

"Let me see for myself the strongest force in the world today."

"Go ahead and use whatever methods you have."

"I won't kill you instantly."

He stood with his hands behind his back, a confident and ostentatious smile on his lips.

The opponent is the strongest in the world, but isn't he the same?

He's the Martial Ancestor!!

The words fell.

Yang Kaitai raised his hand and wiped it across the mask.

The pale mask, which was originally empty, without facial features or lines, now seemed to be outlined by invisible brushstrokes.

The lines begin to extend from the center of the eyebrows, outlining the bridge of the nose and depicting the hollows of the eye sockets on both sides.

In the blink of an eye, a lifelike face appeared on the mask.

It was the face of a middle-aged man.

His eyebrows were lowered, and the corners of his mouth were turned down, giving him an indescribable sense of weariness.

His face was etched with deep wrinkles, like ravines carved by time, and his skin was a sickly grayish-white, like a corpse just taken out of a freezer.

The moment that face appeared, the entire bus fell silent.

The dark carriage, where the figures that had been faintly visible and swaying had stopped moving at the same time.

The display screen, which had been flickering since the "car accident," has now calmed down.

"Everyone get off the bus."

Yang Kaitai spoke, his voice sounding like it was squeezed out of a rusty machine, harsh like the friction of metal, stiff and cold, devoid of any emotion.

Without a doubt, this is no longer his voice.

The three words fell.

"Peng"

The bus's back door suddenly sprang open.

The door panel slammed against the car body with a dull thud.

Inside the carriage, those figures, barely visible in the darkness, began to move.

They were all members of the main force, the most elite Night Watchmen of this era.

An elderly man wearing an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit was the first to come down.

The second person to come down was a little girl with braids, about seven or eight years old, wearing a floral dress and carrying an old bamboo basket covered with a blue floral cloth, which concealed her completely.

They don't look like the Night Watchmen who are neither human nor ghosts.

The third, the fourth, the fifth —

One by one, figures got out of the car and stood silently by the Yin-Yang Road.

There were men and women, young and old, a total of five or six people.

After they got off the bus, they didn't wander around. They just stood by the roadside, their eyes fixed on the figure standing with his hands behind his back by the front door—a stranger from out of town who seemed ready to challenge the captain!

The fat man stood not far away, his eyelids twitching as he watched.

"Holy crap—"

"The captain used the [Ghost Mask] to bring out the [Ghost Driver]—this is serious now—"

Ning Kai gripped the rope tightly, his eyes fixed on the bus, and said in a low voice, "It's not just the ghost driver."

"Look at the car."

The fat man squinted and looked over.

Deep within the carriage, in the already dense darkness, something seemed to be slowly writhing, like a sleeping beast awakening. The number of passengers on the red display screen had once again dropped to zero.