Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

Then An Fengjun started to tell the story again.


The escort team under his command usually took bicycles to collect and escort money. One person would pedal the bike while the other held the money box and sat in the rear seat.


There would be a distance of five to six meters between ten bicycles, and their route back would change slightly every day, making it very difficult for anyone to ambush them halfway.


However, the problem was that they were robbed, and they were robbed three times within a month.


According to the escort team's account, during those three robberies, they all encountered a dense fog without exception.


In that fog where they couldn't see their own hands, the bandits rushed out from the alleyways they were passing along. Before they could react, all of them were knocked out.


Aside from barely being able to discern seven or eight shadows of the bandits, they didn't even know what the bandits looked like, let alone whether they were male or female.


Chapter 43: The Secret Technique to Control Fate _2