Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Chapter 164. Mist and Smoke Obscure the World Beyond!

A black mist, accompanied by a gust of wind, swept over, causing Yang Hui's clothes to flutter wildly.

He stood in the center of the courtyard, with Xiang Ran beside him, an unconscious person at his feet, and a black fog that blotted out the sky above his head.

The black mist seemed poised to descend at any moment.

"No problem! I'll wait for you!"

Yang Hui hung up the phone and tossed it back to Xiang Zai.

Xiang Ran took the phone, looked at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Boss, are you some kind of unsung master from the North City, secretly testing me before passing on your martial arts secrets?"

"Why would you think that? Read less martial arts novels."

"Sister Xu rarely praises someone's abilities, so you must have a special move? The kind that costs a quarter of your life to use?"

Yang Hui's lips twitched as he said, "Read less online novels."

"Boss, how confident are you in facing the black fog?"

Yang thought for a moment and held up two fingers.

"Twenty percent?"

"0.2%"

Yang Hui was mainly unsure whether his golden attribute could withstand such a massive evil spirit.

His intelligence stat is too low.

Xiang Ran: "————"

Yang Hui lowered his hand, looked at the still churning black mist, and suddenly asked, "Xiang Ran, which Xiang family are you referring to as the descendant of the Xiang family?"

Xiang Ran paused for a moment, hesitated, and then said, "Xiang family of Marquis of Chang'an."

Yang Hui raised an eyebrow: "Xiang Yu? Bloodline entry?"

"Um."

"No wonder you're so good at fighting."

Yang Hui nodded. Actually, he had expected it. Their close relationship must mean something was going on. He then casually asked, "So, what are your family precepts?"

The Huang family had it, and the Xiang family certainly did too; one can glean some insight into this clan from their family precepts.

Xiang Ran stood ramrod straight, his voice booming, as if reciting something etched into his very bones: "The sons of the Xiang family should use martial prowess to secure the world and righteousness to protect the common people."

After listening, Yang Hui remained silent for a while, then nodded: "That's good, that shows courage."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist moved.

Like a giant hand, it slowly pressed down from the sky.

The air became thick and sticky, making it difficult to breathe, and a damp, oppressive feeling swept over us.

The black fog obscured the last ray of sunlight, plunging the courtyard into a thick darkness.

Xiang gripped the black iron rod tighter, his stance already in place.

"Boss," her voice came from the front, somewhat muffled by the strong wind, "if you can't hold on any longer, stand at the back."

Yang Hui found the D-grade item [throat lozenges] and put them in his mouth.

"It's only been three minutes. Maybe Xu Qinglan won't even be here yet, and we'll have already taken care of it."

His mind was slightly clearer, but this was only a D-grade item, and the mental recovery was very limited.

Yang Hui forced out the last wisp of golden lightning, and that faint light danced on his fingertip like a spark about to burn out.

He raised his fist, pointing it at the overwhelming darkness above him, making it appear exceptionally small.

"bring it on."

The black mist crashed down, like a river from the sky pouring in, instantly engulfing the two of them.

Without hesitation or testing, Xiang Ran twirled the black iron rod in his hand, his Heavenly Gang Step shattered the floor, and he shot head-on into the descending black mist like an arrow!

"break!"

The staff swept horizontally, accompanied by a whistling sound!

However, it stopped after slightly breaking through the outer layer, as if it had crashed into a swamp.

The moment the black iron rod sank into the black mist, the immense resistance traveled up the rod to Xiang Zai's hand, as if countless hands were simultaneously grabbing her weapon and dragging it in.

Xiang Ran's expression changed, and she pulled back with all her might, but the black mist had already climbed up the shaft.

It moved incredibly fast, reaching her tiger's mouth in the blink of an eye.

Before Xiang Ran could think, he instinctively released his grip, and the black iron rod turned into white light spots and disappeared.

As soon as she reached her hand under her skirt, the black mist wrapped around her limbs.

A tremendous force pulled at her, and her mental energy was burning wildly. A black sphere with fangs leaped out from the depths of the black mist, about to bite her head.

Xiang looked at it again; this thing was practically a mini version of the one on Mrs. Fu's head!

Faced with such an emergency, she murmured to herself, "With the strength to uproot mountains..."

",boom!

A burst of lightning rang in Xiang Ran's ears, and in an instant, light and shadow abruptly separated on her face.

She turned around and saw that Yang Hui's arms were wrapped in strands of golden lightning. He swung his fist, and the golden light that touched it instantly vanished!

Even the black sphere with a huge mouth that flew out was shattered by a single punch.

Xiang Ran's restraints suddenly collapsed.

"Boss! Your ability seems to have some effect against evil spirits; it should at least be a purple rarity."

Yang Hui simply smiled at Xiang Ran's speculation.

In Xiang Zai's eyes, Yang Hui's ability to release golden lightning was already quite powerful.

Those who can create element-type entries out of thin air have great growth potential and unlimited future prospects.

Xiang Ran took a deep breath, her body enveloped in a red glow, and a murderous aura wafted around her.

"Boss, if I accidentally hurt you this time, there's nothing I can do!"

Hunan and Sichuan private kitchen cuisine.

Qi, the owner of a private kitchen restaurant, has closed his shop today, which is unusual for him.

"Just call me if you need anything." Boss Qi nodded and bowed towards their most luxurious private room, then gently closed the door and visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

The supervisor, somewhat puzzled, asked, "Boss? What does this mean? Today is our one-month anniversary celebration!"

Why are you closing today? Just to accommodate these two strangely dressed people?

Boss Qi quickly shushed him, saying, "Don't talk nonsense! We can say whatever we want behind their backs, but don't shout it from their doorstep!"

The foreman then realized that these two people had a great deal to do with the Truth Seeking Society!

"By the way, is that receptionist named Xu Jing still there?" Boss Qi asked.

"Here I am."

"She can be fired next month. Then, we'll follow the rules."

. . . . . . . . .

"Huh? What...what mistake did she make?" The supervisor was somewhat surprised. In her opinion, there was no reason to fire Xu Jing.

"How should I know! You figure something out! If you're living under someone else's roof, you have to obey their orders!"

The private rooms feature a semi-open design with a small garden courtyard, symbolizing a close connection with nature.

A Taoist priest, dressed in tattered clothes, watched as the thin black lines in the sky gradually spread. He stroked his beard and sang the Cantonese opera "The Princess Changping": "Mist and smoke obscure the heavens beyond the world~ A fairy mountain has been transformed into a moonlit palace~"

He gently patted his knees, playing a melodious tune.

"The Flower-Scattering Maiden leads the immortals, while the Golden Boy attends her before the flowers."

"Master He, you seem to be in a good mood?"

A woman's voice interrupted him. Her figure was hidden in the darkness, her face obscured by the wide brim of her hat, making it seem as if she had a table on her head.

The table was laden with dishes, but the two of them didn't touch them.

Master He chuckled and said, "The seed I planted casually back then has grown to such a size. I am very pleased."

"So, you came this time to thank me?"

"Of course, if you hadn't helped me find the black box and Fu Cailing's burial place, how could things have gone so smoothly?"

"Hehe." She sat up straight, her figure emerging from the darkness. She was wearing a purple magic robe, and the wide brim of the hat was actually a huge wizard's hat. She pressed down the brim so that the Taoist priest could not see her face.

"That black box is no ordinary object either. If we had to put it in perspective, it would probably be considered an S-class item in your eyes."

Master He continued, "Western methods do have some merit. They don't follow the laws of nature or get involved in karma. If you encounter any problems in your pursuit of truth in the future, I can lend a hand once."

She laughed and said, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

He then raised his hand and made a stroke on the table, saying, "Don't waste this food, Master He, please have your meal."

Master He glanced at the dishes on the table: "I'll just look at these, I won't touch them."