Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 643 The Apocalyptic Old Lady 12

Late at night, a sudden rainstorm briefly washed away the filth from the base, but cast a deeper shadow over the muddy warehouse area.

Yun Chu wandered around the abandoned warehouse area on the edge of the base, a little distance from the noisy camp. Just then, suppressed sobs and vulgar curses drifted in with the damp, cold air.

In the corner filled with rotting wooden crates, two figures stood out, their former brilliance undiminished even in this apocalyptic world:

Jiang Xingyu (20 years old): Once a dazzling idol on stage, he now looks like a frightened fawn.

His left cheek was swollen and red, his mouth was cracked, and his expensive performance costume was torn to shreds and clung to his thin body, wet and sticky.

His handsome face was covered in mud and tear stains, and his eyes, which had once captivated countless fans, now held only a deep-seated fear, like shattered glass.

He futilely clutched his head, cowering in a corner, trembling.

Lin Xiaoran (23 years old): This young actress is in an even worse situation.

The collar of her shirt was torn open, revealing a small patch of pale skin and striking bruises.

A burly male ability user, whose right arm was wrapped in rough vines (basic wood-type enhancement), was roughly pinching her chin with his greasy hand, letting out a lewd laugh: "What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Serve me well, and no one in this lousy place will dare to touch you!"

Another accomplice manipulated several small stones floating in the air (with weak earth-based abilities), circling around Jiang Xingyu and occasionally hitting his head with the stones, forcing him to whimper in pain.

"...Please...let her go...we have nothing left..." Jiang Xingyu pleaded intermittently, his voice trembling with tears.

"Hehe, and look at that face and body..." The burly man's other accomplice was a fire-type ability user with a sinister aura and faint sparks dancing at his fingertips (although his energy was weak, it looked particularly dazzling and dangerous on the damp and cold rainy night).

His lewd gaze lingered on Lin Xiaoran, and his fingers, burning with a small flame, pretended to scald her arm. "Scream! Scream louder, let me hear how precious the voices of you celebrities are..."

Lin Xiaoran's body tensed instantly like a fully drawn bow; humiliation and fear almost suffocated her.

Ignoring the pounding of the stones, Jiang Xingyu struggled to rush forward to stop them, but was kicked back into the corner by the earth-type ability user, letting out a muffled groan.

At this critical moment——

A gray shadow, as if condensed from the shadows of the warehouse itself, cut into this violent space with an eerie speed that was both unhurried and precise.

"The rain is heavy, the ground is slippery." An old, hoarse voice rang out, light and airy, yet strangely penetrating the sound of the rain and the man's sinister laugh.

Then, the following chain reaction occurred with chilling precision:

The puddle on the ground, which had been filled with rainwater, suddenly surged without warning.

The murky muddy water seemed to come alive, instantly condensing into a viscous ribbon that precisely wrapped around the ankles of the leading burly man (the one entangled in the wooden vines), and then twisted violently!

The burly man was fully focused on his violence, leaning forward, when he felt his feet being pulled by an irresistible, slippery force. With a cry of alarm, his massive body crashed into the mud like a felled tree stump, his mouth full of filth, struggling to get up.

The small stones floating above Jiang Xingyu's head suddenly seemed to weigh a ton, or as if they had been slammed down by an unseen giant hand, losing all buoyancy without warning and crashing straight down!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" Several muffled thuds echoed as several stones struck the earth-elemental ability user controlling them with pinpoint accuracy, the force so great that his vision blurred. "Ugh!"

With a cry of pain, he collapsed limply to the ground, instantly losing consciousness. Those stones that had been so arrogant just moments before were now just ordinary pebbles, scattered and rolling in the mud.

The faint spark at the fingertips of the fire-type ability user was extinguished the instant the old man finished speaking, as if it had encountered an icy waterfall poured down from nowhere. It didn't even have time to make a hissing sound before it was suddenly extinguished!

A bone-chilling cold shot through the nerves in his fingertips into his arm, instantly numbing his entire arm as if it had been frozen.

The lewd smile on his face froze, turning into extreme terror. His fingertips scratched futilely in the cold air, unable to gather even a spark, as if the source of his power had been cut off.

Only then did he belatedly realize that the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to have dropped a few degrees in that instant.

The whole process was swift as lightning, yet brutally clear. Of the three perpetrators, two lay sprawled on the ground, and one remained frozen in place; their fierce aura crumbled in an instant.

In the corner of the warehouse, only the increasingly loud rain, heavy breathing and groans from the muddy water, and the rapid, incredulous breathing of the two victims remained.

The one who made the move, Yun Chu, the old wood-type woman whom the guards considered to have only minor tricks, slowly emerged from the deeper shadows of the warehouse.

She was still wearing that old, mud-stained coat, and her old eyes revealed no emotion in the dim light.

She didn't even spare a glance at the three incapacitated scoundrels.

Her gaze was calm to the point of indifference as she swept over Jiang Xingyu and Lin Xiaoran, who were huddled together in the corner, soaking wet and disheveled, looking like frightened birds.

Their faces were covered in mud, tears, and lingering fear. Lin Xiaoran instinctively tightened her ripped collar.

Yun Chu didn't ask any unnecessary questions like "Are you alright?" She slowly and methodically pulled out two small, inconspicuous black plastic bags from the pocket of her worn-out coat (actually, the space shifted slightly).

"Wipe it." The voice remained hoarse and flat, without any emotion.

With a slight lift of her wrist, two black plastic bags landed precisely and lightly in Lin Xiaoran's cold, trembling palm and in the muddy water at Jiang Xingyu's feet.

The action showed no trace of supernatural power, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Although the bag was light, it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in their hands.

Inside were clean towels and a small amount of clean drinking water—a near-luxury of care in the apocalypse, especially for two “burdens” who had just been pulled back from the brink of hell and had lost everything.

After doing all this, Yun Chu acted as if she had only dealt with a trivial daily task.

She even lightly touched a rusty iron bar leaning against a broken box with the tip of her muddy shoe, and the iron bar silently moved a little, as if she had casually pushed aside a roadblock.

Then, she turned around, like an old farmer drenched in rain, preparing to find a dry place to rest. She didn't even stop as she walked past the fire-type ability user who stood frozen, his fingertips still chilled, his face filled with horror.

But just as her figure was about to completely disappear into the darkness on the other side of the warehouse, a voice, fainter and softer, yet seemingly carrying an overwhelming chill, pierced the rain like a fine needle, precisely striking the ears of everyone still conscious present:

"The puddles on the ground are dirty, and it's dark. Be careful when you walk next time."

This statement was a warning to the two surviving thugs (especially the strong man who had just struggled to his feet from the mud).

It was also a reminder to the still-shaken Jiang Lin and his companion, and a silent declaration to the entire warehouse area—there was someone here who could destroy with precision and vanish like a ghost after quelling the disturbance.

Beneath the calm surface lies a terrifying power capable of freezing hellfire and crushing arrogant limbs.

Her figure vanished, but a chilling sense of oppression lingered in the warehouse, making the air seem stagnant. Only the patter of raindrops on the tin roof remained, like the lingering echoes of fear.