Whoosh —
Mr. Ye woke up from his nightmare.
Recently, he'd been woken up by nightmares almost every day.
But ever since he'd come to Jingxin Villa, he'd had a good night's sleep, which was rare.
But on the second night, the haunting nightmare came again.
It was that disturbing and chilling nightmare again.
The process repeated every night.
The unbreakable abyss seemed like it could swallow him at any time.
He glanced at his wife and child, who were sleeping soundly.
Mr. Ye didn't wake them up. Instead, he got up quietly and took out a cigarette that he hadn't smoked in a long time. Feeling his way in the dark, he went to the yard.
He hadn't smoked in a long time.
The smell of smoke was bad for children's growth.
Just then, Mr. Ye realized that Chen Zhao was also in the yard opposite the fence.
Chen Zhao was lying on his side, one hand resting on his head.
Mr. Ye looked at the time. It was two or three in the morning and the temperature was below ten degrees. He didn't have anything on him and was wearing thin clothes. Didn't he feel cold?
Mr. Ye walked to the fence and called out softly, "Mr. Chen."
Chen Zhao turned his head and realized that it was Mr. Ye.
"Mr. Ye, it's so late. You're still awake?" Chen Zhao sat up.
"Get up and have a smoke. You want one too?"
"I'll have one."
Chen Zhao took the cigarette that Mr. Ye tossed over.
Mr. Ye was about to throw the lighter to Chen Zhao when he realized that Chen Zhao had lit the cigarette himself.
"Mr. Chen, you can't sleep either?"
"I'm a bit hungry …"
Mr. Ye was speechless. You're telling me you're hungry with your table manners today?
"What do you do, Mr. Chen?"
"Me … I don't do anything," Chen Zhao said casually. "I just have some businesses and take the dividends."
"So you're a big boss, ha …" Mr. Ye teased.
He didn't think too much about it. Instead, he felt that Chen Zhao was probably this kind of person.
He probably had some money, but he wasn't very cultured.
"What about Mr. Mo?"
"Him? He owes me some money. He's working for me now," Chen Zhao said. "Mr. Ye, what do you do?"
"I'm the technical director of an internet company," Mr. Ye said.
"I heard that it's very profitable now. Is it true? If I had known earlier, I would have invested in a network technology company as well. "
"Hehe … It's not as simple as you make it out to be. The companies you've heard of are all big companies that have already received early dividends. 99% of internet companies don't survive more than three years. Only the big companies are left. Mr. Chen, I advise you to be cautious about investing in internet technology. Even foreign investment banks find it difficult to accurately target their investments. In fact, most of their investments are wasted."
"Alright, I'm just saying."
"It's getting late. I should go to bed. Mr. Chen, you should rest early too."
"I want to sleep too. Unfortunately … this will most likely be a sleepless night."
"Alright, I won't accompany you."
Mr. Ye turned around and returned to his room.
Chen Zhao looked at the night sky and the dark clouds that were gradually spreading over.
Just a moment ago, it was still bright and resplendent, but now, it had lost all its luster.
Soon, Jingxin Villa and the surrounding mountains were shrouded in dark clouds.
Chen Zhao stretched. It seemed that the feast he'd been waiting for the whole night was finally going to be served.
…
Under the rolling dark clouds, there seemed to be something huge hiding in them.
At the top of a mountain outside of Jingxin Villa, an old man with a walking stick was looking down at Jingxin Villa from a distance.
Behind the old man, there were three figures.
The old man's back was leaning against the wall. His eyes were lifeless, as if he would die the next moment.
However, his seemingly withered body gave off a heart-palpitating aura.
He didn't move at all, but he still made people feel fear.
The old man was the Kunlai Ancestor. Currently, no one in the Huaxia supernatural world was as powerful as him.
The title of a thousand-year-old demon was real and not an exaggeration at all.
In addition, he was a descendant of the Kunpeng. His status among the demons was also extremely respected.
Of course, even with his thousand-year-old cultivation and the descendant of the Kunpeng, his lifespan was still limited.
His cultivation was far from reaching the stage of immortality, and he didn't have the same lifespan as the heaven and earth, the sun and the moon.
He was 1,500 years old now, but in the first 300 years, he hadn't entered Taoism. He was just a muddle-headed beast.
Now, he didn't have much lifespan left.
"Ancestor, the Child of the Spirit Vein is in that villa."
"Yes … My eyes aren't playing tricks on me. I can see clearly."
There was a hidden light in the Kunpeng Ancestor's murky eyes. It seemed to be able to see through the night sky more than 2,000 meters away.
The Kunpeng Ancestor stood there quietly, looking down at the villa. He didn't do anything else.
"Ancestor, let's bring the Child of the Spirit Vein here."
"Where's Zhang now?"
"He's been lured away by Flying Swallow. Flying Swallow is leading a few dozen of its kind and pretending to attack Dragon Tiger Mountain. They can at least delay Zhang … Zhang for a day."
Of course, this included the time to go back and forth.
If Zhang Tianyi was at Dragon Tiger Mountain now …
Even if the Kunpeng Ancestor personally led the team, he wouldn't dare to go to Dragon Tiger Mountain.
As for Kunpeng Ancestor's subordinate, Feiyan, it was only pretending to attack Mount Longhu. It wasn't really going to fight Mount Longhu.
Flying Swallow only had one task, and that was to lure Zhang Tianshi back to Dragon Tiger Mountain.
"Zhang Tianyi won't be so easy to deal with. I've been fighting with the human race for thousands of years, but there's never been a cultivator as difficult to deal with as Zhang Tianyi." The Kunpeng Ancestor said emotionally, "Even if he left, he would have left a lot of tricks. Or maybe he didn't leave at all, but pretended to be lured away and then turned back midway. It's also possible."
The Kunpeng Ancestor had a deep understanding of Zhang Tianyi's methods.
Whether it was a battle of wits or magic power, they had fought more than 10 times.
But every time, they were at a disadvantage.
Therefore, the Kunpeng Ancestor really didn't want to fight Zhang Tianyi head-on.
That was why he had the plan to lure Zhang Tianyi away.
As long as Zhang Tianyi left, the small Jingxin Villa wouldn't be able to stop him at all.
"Ancestor, although Zhang Tianyi's methods are extraordinary, he still makes mistakes. Even if he knows that Dragon Tiger Mountain was attacked by the monster race, he doesn't dare to take the risk. After all, that's his foundation. He has to leave even if he doesn't want to. In the end, the matter between the Ancestor and the Child of the Spirit Vein has nothing to do with him. I think he knows which is more important."
"Although that is the case, Old Zhang is not as simple as you think. Not only does Old Zhang possess great strength, he is also extremely proficient in scheming. Our plans are all done step by step, but Old Zhang is able to directly see through the result. Therefore, we absolutely cannot be careless in this operation."
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