"Five bullets left." Chen Jing thought to himself before firing.

Bang!

Then Chen Jing turned and ran, heading towards the other side of the passage he had planned!

With a whoosh, a curved bladed throwing knife flew past where Chen Jing had been standing. Chen Jing inwardly groaned, realizing that it was exactly as the intelligence had predicted.

The slave soul is a master of throwing knives! His ability to use throwing knives is at least at the cultivator level!

But distance, distance is my advantage!

Chen Jing thought of something and ran into a house he had reserved on the street.

While the hunting party was clearing the streets, he set up various traps and mechanisms here, leaving behind routes that were perfect for escape.

If the one chasing him was a normal wandering spirit... Chen Jing could not only escape, but even fight back. But the one chasing him was that slave wandering spirit!

Run! Run! Run!

As Chen Jing rounded a bend and adjusted his breathing, he heard the sound of the slave spirits suddenly accelerating and chasing after him.

Damn it! Why are the slave spirits that usually stay motionless in the arena suddenly free today?!

The slave spirit had iron balls tied to its feet, and the loud noise made it easy for Chen Jing to pinpoint its location. A three-dimensional image naturally formed in Chen Jing's mind:

He has now taken refuge on the second floor of the house, and the wandering spirit of the slave is approaching his original location.

"Judging from the speed of the sound, the Slave Spirit will probably catch up to where I fired the shot when I reach the fourth floor," Chen Jing thought. "At that point, it will most likely lose track of me. I'll use my revolver to warn it, and then..."

“Use the swing rope that was prepared in advance and hung on the rope connecting this house to the house opposite to fly to the other side, and continue to remind it from there!”

"Buildings and traps are also my strengths!" Chen Jing thought to himself, "I've set up a lot of traps here!"

Having reached the fourth floor, Chen Jing was about to rest briefly before approaching the window to use his revolver to lure the lost slave spirits after him. However, he could still hear the slave spirits chasing after him.

It chased us into the house! Right on the first floor!

Its tracking ability is stronger than any of the wandering spirits we've encountered before!

How did it find me? Chen Jing gritted his teeth, not having time to think about it carefully.

Chen Jing quickly tied the swing rope to his waist. The sound of vibration came from the stairs below. The slave spirits were moving very fast and had a clear target.

Was it because of the sound I made while running, or was it for some other reason?

Chen Jing's mind was in complete chaos, but what he needed to do next was clear. He drew the dagger from his waist and leaped out of the window.

At this moment, the unique sound of the iron chains and balls below indicated that the wandering soul of the slave was on the floor below Chen Jinglou!

Using the rope to cross over, Chen Jing looked back and suddenly his pupils contracted.

The slave's wandering spirit stood at the third-floor window, silently watching Chen Jing.

The slave spirit was dressed in tattered clothes, without armor, with iron balls shackled on both feet and shackles on both hands, but the chains in the middle of the shackles were not connected.

The slave soul had a standard straight sword at his waist and a belt full of throwing knives.

The slave's soul's face was very weathered, with deep lines.

The slave's wandering soul's eyes were pitch black, without a trace of white, and inexplicably cold.

The moment Chen Jing saw its eyes, his brain suddenly went blank. He immediately bit his tongue to force himself to come back to his senses, while simultaneously slashing the swinging rope with the dagger in his hand.

Between the time he was targeted by the wandering slave spirit and the time he regained consciousness, the wandering slave spirit had already fired a throwing knife. However, due to the fog and Chen Jing's speed, the throwing knife only grazed the outside of Chen Jing's thigh and missed a vital spot. Now, due to the fog obstructing his view, Chen Jing could no longer see the wandering slave spirit.

The swing rope snapped, and Chen Jing landed on the balcony of another building. He rolled over to reduce the impact and only suffered minor abrasions.

The moment he landed, the second throwing knife was firmly embedded in the wall in front of him. Had he been a second later, the knife would have struck him.

Before he could calm himself down, Chen Jing heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from the building where he had been standing.