Chapter 93

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Night gradually deepened.

The section of the Yanhai Expressway that includes the Mountain and Sea Tunnel was empty, with no cars.

Suddenly, headlights lit up, and an Audi Q5 sped over.

There were only two people in the car: Lu Li and Song Wengui.

Since it was a night operation, they weren't foolish enough to wait from ten o'clock until the sun set. They got off the highway near the intersection, had two meals, and rested for a while before coming over.

The highway was closed from 5 PM and reopened at 2 AM.

In other words, Lu Li had only nine hours. It could be short or long; as long as he found the mastermind, it would take no more than half an hour to resolve the situation.

But if it escaped, it might take two or three days.

Therefore, Lu Li could only hope that the mastermind had the courage to fight to the death and never retreat.

"Grandmaster, isn't it too dangerous to just go like this?" The closer they got to the Mountain and Sea Tunnel, the more uneasy Song Wengui felt. "Should I call a few more people over?"

"It's too late."

Lu Li glanced at him, slightly dissatisfied. "Wengui, the techniques of the Dragon Tiger Sect emphasize righteousness and fearlessness. Only with this can one achieve success. Your mindset is dangerous and may stop you from advancing. Besides, even if you're unwilling to risk your life for the authorities, you shouldn't lack the courage to eliminate evil and protect the righteous when faced with a place that has been harming people for years!"

Song Wengui was stunned, then his face turned awkward.

"Grandmaster, I understand."

"You still have a lot to learn. Come find me when you have time, and I'll give you some pointers."

Song Wengui was overjoyed and said gratefully, "Thank you, Grandmaster."

Ten minutes later, the Audi Q5 slowly decelerated and finally stopped.

Lu Li, holding a peachwood sword, got out of the car first. He stood in front of the tunnel and looked inside, feeling a bit startled.

During the day, it wasn't noticeable, but now, as night approached, the moon was high and the stars were sparse, with no cars passing by. A thick black mist rolled out of the tunnel, which was quite terrifying.

When Song Wengui got out of the car and saw this, his face changed slightly. He opened his mouth but stopped when he saw Lu Li's determined expression.

"One hour. If I don't come out within an hour, seek help."

Lu Li turned and glanced at Song Wengui, then walked toward the tunnel entrance.

As he stepped into the tunnel, all was silent, with only the sound of the wind. The halogen lights at the top of the tunnel emitted a pale light, and there was no one around, as if he had entered a forgotten corner of the world.

Lu Li tightened his jacket, held the peachwood sword in his right hand, and continued forward.

"Swish, swish, swish."

Without warning, the lights flickered and went out, plunging the once bright tunnel into darkness, where one couldn't see their hand in front of their face.

From light to darkness, Lu Li instinctively closed his eyes and quickly opened them again, seeing everything clearly. His eyes showed a hint of surprise.

He saw an ancient military camp ahead, with people bustling about and horses neighing. Rows of soldiers held spears and patrolled, and the sound of loud commands from the training ground indicated that soldiers were training.

"General's tomb?"

Lu Li continued forward, and the soldiers seemed not to see him, allowing him to enter the camp.

He entered through the camp gate and headed straight for the central tent.

The tent had a typical Mongolian style, and next to it was a wooden prison, where hundreds of emaciated "civilians" were locked up.

These "people" were men and women, old and young, wearing modern clothing, with blank expressions and lifeless eyes.

Lu Li glanced at the ghosts in the wooden prison and thought, "These must be the people who died in the tunnel."

As he approached the central tent, the sounds of revelry and the smell of meat and wine wafted out through the tent flaps.

Looking at the tent, Lu Li frowned, his eyes filled with contemplation.

He lifted the tent flap and stepped inside, where a wave of heat hit him.

At one end of the tent sat an ancient general, broad-faced and tall, wearing golden armor but no helmet, with his hair braided into small pigtails.

On either side of him were over ten people, all wearing leather armor, drinking and eating meat, the atmosphere lively.

Lu Li walked into the tent without hesitation, the tip of the peachwood sword pointing downward, his hands on the hilt, and he stared at the golden-armored Mongolian general, his expression serious and contemplative.

After a moment, a smile gradually appeared on his lips, as if he were facing an old friend rather than an enemy.

The banquet lasted a long time. After everyone was full, the golden-armored general waved his hand, and the servants cleared the table.

Once the servants left, the atmosphere in the tent changed.

The golden-armored general turned his gaze to Lu Li and called out loudly, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

At the same time, the people on both sides straightened up and looked at Lu Li, some baring their teeth, some with fierce eyes, some with disdainful expressions, all different.

"Ha ha."

Facing the questioning, Lu Li suddenly burst into laughter, a powerful aura emanating from him. He looked up at the golden-armored general, his lips curling, and said calmly, "Tuo Tuo Zhanmu, don't you recognize me?"

"Rubbish."

The golden-armored general flew into a rage. "I have followed my emperor in battles across the land. How could I recognize a nobody like you? Quickly state your name, I do not kill nameless people."

"Years have passed, and even as a ghost king, you are still the same."

Lu Li laughed lightly, drew the peachwood sword with his right hand, and pointed it at the golden-armored general, saying coldly, "A defeated general dares to be so bold. Do you still recognize Xue Dingguo?"

"Xue Dingguo?"

The golden-armored general carefully examined Lu Li, and his face suddenly changed.

The tent suddenly disappeared, turning into an empty grassland. Spears and swords stood tall, horses neighed, and he held a twelve-foot mace, riding a warhorse, his eyes glowing red. "Are you Xue Tianci?"

"Indeed. In the battle of the three passes, I let you escape by chance. Later, I heard you died on the run, but I didn't expect you to be buried here."

"Impossible! You can't be Xue Tianci!" The golden-armored general roared, "In that battle, I hadn't lost yet."

The golden-armored general's emotions grew more agitated, and the dark mist howled around him. The soldiers around him retreated, and those who were close were even blown away by the dark wind.

After his agitation, he suddenly burst into laughter. "Xue Tianci, I never thought I would meet you again. I am no longer the same as before. Today, I will thoroughly defeat you and make you my stable boy."

Lu Li sheathed the peachwood sword and laughed coldly. "A defeated general talking about bravery? When you were alive, I could still defeat you, let alone now."

"Roar."

The golden-armored general was provoked into a frenzy, gripping the mace with both hands and spurring his horse. The blood-sweating horse reared up and neighed, charging fiercely.

"Six hundred years of grudges, it's finally time to settle them."

Lu Li finished speaking, a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he swung the peachwood sword forward with a fierce motion.

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