The direction of the gunshot was... Chen Jing used his hearing to pinpoint the location and discovered it was near the location of the wandering slave spirit.
Then things quieted down; there was no sound at all.
Four people, only one shot fired.
Chen Jing remained silent for a moment.
He looked around. They had now left Black Kiln Street and entered the hunting grounds that originally belonged to their hunting group. Last time, in order to retreat in time, there must still be runways, traps and other equipment left in the surrounding environment. In addition, some new traps had been set up this time. Although there was no communication, the locations of the traps were marked with conspicuous white crosses. These were all places that could be used.
There were no shadowy areas nearby that could be reached immediately; everything was in ruins.
Chen Jing quickly arrived at one of the 'tracks'.
Bang!
Another gunshot rang out, causing Chen Jing to frown.
This time, the gunshots were a bit too close to the planned ambush point.
What's going on? Could there be another one attracting the monster? Chen Jing was pondering this when another gunshot rang out. Chen Jing listened intently and made his judgment:
No, it wasn't another monster-luring entity; it was the trial participants in the squad who were caught by the enslaved spirits.
As the commander of the entire trial participants' operation, Chen Jing knew very well that his pre-arranged plan did not include such a concentrated population in this area.
Encountering it once is a coincidence, but what about twice?
The mastermind Lu Gang somehow notified the other trial participants, instructing them to head towards this area and use them as bait.
Or did the trainees hear their own gunshots and rush over, only to be attacked?
Chen Jing stared at the rolling mist in the distance. Logically speaking, his best course of action now would be to stop the operation and wait for the bait to take the slave souls to resolve the whole matter.
Chen Jing loaded his revolver, pointed it at the sky, then lowered it, then pointed it at the sky again.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Five gunshots rang out.
Without looking back, Chen Jing turned and ran towards the wooden planks between the broken roofs, the ropes between the ruins, the cable poles connecting the streets, and the ropes for rappelling.
Holding a gun in one hand and a dagger in the other, he vandalized the runway. At the same time, he shouted at the top of his lungs:
"The souls of slaves are here!"
"Run!"
...
boom!
The landmines that Dao Nan and others had previously arranged to set up were starting to take effect.
Chen Jing caught his breath, changed his bullets, and continued running.
He had planned that if he heard the sound of the slave spirits advancing, he would immediately release noise to become invisible and create distance.
Of course, he is also confident that he can create distance and fly a kite by not releasing noise and becoming invisible!
This confidence stemmed from the runways and routes his hunting party and his comrades had set up in this area for all the hunters who were tasked with luring monsters!
Originally, this was an extremely dangerous situation because Chen Jing had not confirmed the condition of these runways beforehand, or whether they were still usable. However, Chen Jing possessed noise cloaking abilities. If such an accident occurred, he could simply use noise cloaking to bypass the runway and continue, greatly reducing the risk and increasing the margin for error.
After confirming that the runway ahead was clear, Chen Jing continued to shout:
"The souls of slaves are here!"
"Run!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After Chen Jing finished shouting, he fired wildly at a place invisible in the thick fog, and then ran away.
...
"You're saying Chen Jing is the best monster lure in your hunting group?" Li Ai looked at Dao Nan curiously.
The two sat in a house that was half-ruined. The furniture had been removed, leaving them only to sit on the floor. After setting up the traps, they had nothing else to do, so they stayed there chatting and slacking off.
“Yes,” Dao Nan said. “He is very cautious and quick-witted, and he has a talent for learning traps and escaping. Even though he may not have the experience of the most senior veterans, his youth completely makes up for it.”
Li Ai nodded, still somewhat confused, and asked, "So he'll be alright, right?"
After a burst of gunfire, the two heard someone shouting in the distance.
"The souls of slaves are here!"
"Run!"
Dao Nan glanced at it uncertainly, then hesitated before saying, "It should be alright?"
"It sounds like Chen Jing's voice?" Li Aidan said.
Dao Nan frowned and examined it for a moment before saying, "It looks somewhat similar."
They looked at each other, and Li Ai asked, "Is there anything we can do to help him?"
“No,” Dao Nan said, “Let’s get away from there.”
"Why?"
“Since Chen Jing shouted like that, his purpose was definitely not to ask for help, but to warn others not to approach him.” Dao Nan stood up and prepared to go downstairs.
"Wouldn't that be very dangerous?" Li Aidan asked.
"So he's the best monster lure in our hunting party." Dao Nan pulled Li Aidan up and hurried downstairs.
...
Chen Jing could feel that his physical strength was gradually failing, which was a serious problem.
The lack of physical strength didn't mean he couldn't maintain a normal speed to escape, but rather that he couldn't focus on his surroundings as before, maintain his previous reaction and adaptability, making him prone to mistakes and wrong actions.
He licked his dry lips. He had run more than a third of the distance, almost halfway, but Chen Jing was about to face a problem: a large part of the planned track was underground!
Chen Jing dared not enter the sewer runway; if he did, he would be completely unable to resist if the wandering slave spirits caught up with him.
But Chen Jing also had an idea. He decided to take a detour and head to a section of the track closer to the arena. Although that would be a detour, it would allow him to avoid the sewer area where he would definitely be overtaken.
Chen Jing continued running. Only a few times was he caught up to the point where the slave spirit could attack with its voice, momentum, and throwing knives. However, Chen Jing relied on his instantaneous invisibility to dodge them all. On another occasion, the slave spirit was attracted by a group that was approaching Chen Jing's path. After Chen Jing realized that the slave spirit was no longer chasing him, he had to use his invisibility to rush back and continue leading the slave spirit.
This was undoubtedly a major test of physical strength, spiritual power, and mental strength. Chen Jing had to maintain a suitable distance, neither too close nor too far, while also guarding against the unpredictable high-level 'Shadow Step' of the slave spirits, as well as their flying knives and aura impact.
Fortunately, Chen Jing maintained his composure without making any major mistakes, like someone who was constantly running on the edge of a cliff but didn't fall off.
He arrived at a transit point near an arena, where some supplies were stored. Chen Jing opened one of the cloth bags and was about to collect some supplies when he suddenly heard a sound behind him.
Whoosh!
Chen Jing instinctively rolled to the side, but the splinter still struck his left arm, causing him a sharp pain.
Chen Jing turned around and saw a monster with an astonishingly thin body, claw-like hands, and thick fog emanating from its mouth, lying upside down on the wall behind him. Its feet were on top and its hands were on the bottom, and its mouth was still open, with its terrifying and ferocious tongue covered with sharp spikes.
Mist Monster!
It pounced on Chen Jing in a flash.
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