The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

However, the puzzling part was that the enemies were heading towards the secret passage, which meant the secret had been leaked!


He thought to himself, could the old man not be reliable anymore? How could such a secretive thing be leaked? Weren't the enemies afraid of being kidnapped once they went out too freely?


No, no, why had the secret passage remained undiscovered for decades when the old man was using it, yet it was found out as soon as he started using it?


Could it be that the old man deliberately leaked the information, wanting him to help guard the door?


Thinking of this, Qing Chen's expression turned a bit grim.


Secondly, these people had suffered a big loss.


Clearly, they had used a life-sign detector outside, confirming no one was in the house before sneaking in.


However, they hadn't expected that one minute there was no one in the room, and the next minute, Qing Chen would emerge.


It was indeed a coincidence to be at this point...


313. Night Attack and the Murderous Intent at the End of the Corridor_3