In just a few seconds, the gaze of the long-haired man in white pierced through the mist. It was a little slow, but it actually made the three of them feel like they were experiencing an illusion of time.
Time seemed to have slowed down, and the few seconds seemed to have been stretched to the length of several hours. The extremely strong sense of spiritual oppression that seeped out of his eyes was like a saw, slowly wearing away at their soul consciousness …
Their clothes were already completely soaked in sweat, and they looked like chickens that had just fallen into water.
When the supervisor of Landscape Manor and his two subordinates, one tall and one short, woke up from this hazy feeling, they were stunned to find that the man in white had already disappeared …
"Director Song …"
The two subordinates next to him called out a few times, and only then did the man standing in the middle with a mature face come back to his senses.
Where did he go?
He was already gone …
Where did he go?
They had no idea …
Everything happened in just an instant.
He was actually a Soul Formation cultivator!
At this moment, the supervisor felt a trace of fear in his heart.
His expression was a little gloomy, and he reached out to wipe away the beads of sweat on his face, just like a windshield wiper wiping away the raindrops.
Soul Formation cultivators had a special ability to see and apply the laws of heaven and earth. In front of this kind of person, especially in a situation where there was a disparity in strength, there was very little that could be used to hide one's aura … In the face of absolute power, under absolute pressure, even one's perception of the passage of time became weak.
"No wonder you couldn't do anything to this family. From the beginning, we underestimated their strength on paper … "
Director Song clenched his fists in anger, and his gaze deepened as he looked back in the direction of the Wang family's small villa — this family definitely wasn't as simple as they looked!
But now wasn't the time to care about these things.
Since this family had so brazenly given away the mask, it was obvious that they didn't want to get involved in this mess anymore. Therefore, investigating the identity of this man in white became their top priority. They had to snatch the stone ghost mask back before the other party made any further moves!
Director Song cupped his chin in deep thought, and the two subordinates next to him suddenly asked, "… Sir Supervisor, what should we do next?"
"This senior in white used his spiritual pressure to intimidate us earlier, so he clearly doesn't want to fight us. With his abilities, he would have run very far away in this short amount of time. However, we still have to investigate … "While speaking, Director Song took off his gold-rimmed glasses and pressed an inconspicuous button on the side of the frame.
In the blink of an eye, the lenses of the glasses released light, and an image was directly projected into the void through the glasses …
"This … This is!" The two subordinates were shocked.
This was a video of the man in white coming out of the Wang family's villa and walking on the road. The video stopped when the man in white tilted his head …
"To serve the Castle Master, I have to consider everything thoroughly." Director Song smiled.
Although the video was cut off due to the excessive Reiatsu pressure, the video from before clearly recorded the appearance of the man in white.
After taking back the video data, Director Song carefully folded the glasses and prepared to put them away. He nodded in satisfaction. "This thing is not bad. It can withstand great pressure. I'll write a report later and apply to the Castle Master to popularize it."
"Is Director Song's pair the legendary … portable projector spectacle camera?"
This was the latest cutting-edge technology developed by the Yidali Special Treasures Research Bureau!
"Of course not … Eh, the one from the Yidali Special Treasures Research Bureau is expensive. How can I afford it with my salary? Since we're going to popularize it … Of course, the first condition is to have a good product at a low price, understand? "
Director Song stroked his glasses. "This model is a waterproof portable projector spectacle camera specially made for gossip paparazzi … Knockoffs are awesome!"
"…"
"Next, we just need to find this man based on the video data. But before that, there's something very important. "Director Song's expression suddenly turned a little unsightly.
"Director, please give me your instructions …"
"You should still have the long johns you bought from this family yesterday, right? Let me borrow them first … "
"…"
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By the time Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal left the Wang family's small villa and shook off the people from Landscape Manor, half an hour had already passed.
Because of the flying sword permit, although the journey seemed long, it was clearly still within acceptable limits.
The place where Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal lived was called Wenxian Garden, which was an upscale villa area for the rich and respectable. Of course, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal wasn't a rich man. This villa in Wenxian Garden had been given to him by a real estate tycoon, Lin Sicong, whom he had helped when he had been a hero. The whole of Wenxian Garden was also under the name of this real estate tycoon.
He had taken the villa, but taking it and remodeling it was remodeling it … the head of Wenxian Garden's security team would never forget that after Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had taken over this super high-end villa full of luxurious furnishings, he had used an excavator to flatten and expand the villa's back garden, and even sold off all the high-end furniture in the villa.
If it hadn't been for the fact that this villa had been a gift to him and he didn't have the nerve to sell it off so brazenly, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal felt that he would never have spent such a huge sum of money to buy such a flashy villa to live in.
Student Lei Mouren felt that he was actually quite similar to Wang Ling in this respect. Not only did they like to be alone, they also liked to keep a low profile. He wasn't a person who liked to enjoy life. He felt that he had no use for the fancy furniture at all, so he might as well sell it for some money.
In this day and age, putting a layer of maintenance oil on an immortal sword every day was extremely expensive, and he also had to use funds to keep the cultivation forum running. As the "boss" of a website, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal felt that he was under a lot of pressure.
When he got home, he immediately made a call, and the signal directly crossed the mountains and seas to an underground laboratory on the border of Huaxiu nation.
"Hello, is this Little Black? Yes, it's me, I'm Grenade-Throwing … "
It had been almost a week since Little Black's laboratory had been destroyed, and Lei Mouren felt that the basic facilities in the laboratory should have more or less recovered by now.
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