Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One-Chapter 45 - 41 Question Question and Question Again

“Alright, wake that person up quickly!”

After speaking into the walkie-talkie, Huang Yi’an fiercely stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and cursed angrily:

“Damn it, looks like we’re about to lose our last safe area, the banquet hall!”

“Captain, what if that thing makes it to the banquet hall, what should we do?”

A young officer nearby quietly asked.

“How the fuck would I know what to do? We’ve tried everything, from summoning monks from temples, Taoists from Taoist temples, to so-called masters, but what good has it done? At exactly midnight, the knocking still occurs, and people still die!”

“Captain, that councilman is getting more and more irritable and insists on breaking out. How should we handle it?”

“Stop asking me!”

Huang Yi’an closed his eyes and furiously massaged his temples:

“I’m tired, just end it already!”

“Captain!”

Suddenly, someone pushed open the door outside the monitoring room and shouted inside.

Huang Yi’an looked helplessly towards the door, responding irritably:

“What the fuck now?”

“Captain, your cousin wants to see you!”

“What? Why is she here again?”

Huang Yi’an was somewhat angry. This case originally belonged to Wanyan Mengwen’s precinct, but since people kept dying here and Wanyan Mengwen was a young woman fresh out of police academy, they had kept her off the case.

“If she’s here to bring supper, tell her to leave quickly. Who the fuck can even eat right now!”

The officer outside continued to report:

“Captain, she isn’t here to bring supper. She says she brought a real, Living Immortal to help us solve the case!”

“Isn’t this just clutching at straws? Haven’t all the so-called famous Living Immortals in the city been summoned here already? What good did that do? Tell her to just—”

Huang Yi’an cut off his cursing abruptly, suddenly thinking of something.

His cousin was a bona fide police academy graduate, not lacking in education, capabilities, or insights compared to seasoned officers.

If she dared to bring someone along, then she must have thoroughly investigated. Otherwise, she wouldn’t bother coming over in the middle of the night just to get scolded.

Huang Yi’an was an atheist; he simply didn’t believe in these so-called accomplished monks, Daoist priests, or Jianghu masters.

However, desperate times called for desperate measures. Whether the supposed Living Immortal Wanyan Mengwen had brought had any real ability didn’t matter—he was Huang Yi’an’s only lifeline now.

With a “dead horse as a live horse doctor” mindset, clinging to his last hope, he couldn’t miss out, just in case… just in case the damn thing worked.

“I’ll go meet her myself. You all do your jobs properly, make sure nothing goes wrong, and report back promptly if anything happens!”

Huang Yi’an, anxious and restless, ran non-stop toward the entrance of Silver Dragon Tower.

“Cousin, where’s the person you spoke of?”

At the entrance of Silver Dragon Tower, an agitated Huang Yi’an came out only to see his cousin and her private car—there was no sign of the supposed Living Immortal.

“Wanyan, you aren’t playing tricks on me, are you? What’s the deal at this time, are you still in the mood to joke with me?”

“Who’s joking!”

Wanyan Mengwen quickly pointed behind the private car:

“He just finished dinner and is changing his clothes in there.”

As Li Ping’an approached, he gazed at the ever-closer Silver Dragon Tower and pondered what the fierce ghost might look like and how formidable it could be.

He now possessed Divine Skills: Secluded Cave and Expel Spirits, which were entirely capable of dealing with ghosts. However, up until then, he had never encountered a fierce ghost nor fought with one.

Fearing death, Li Ping’an decided, for safety’s sake, to take out his Four-Piece Hundred Plays set from the storage gourd as advised by Wanyan Mengwen:

Hundred Plays Wrist Guards, Hundred Plays Breastplate, Hundred Plays Iron Greaves.

The reason he didn’t take out the Hundred Plays Steel Rod was that he felt it was overkill; after all, this weapon had slain the Demon King of Dog Head Peak. How could a low-level fierce ghost deserve the same weapon that had killed the Human-Headed Dog Demon? It was really using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!

“Big Sister Wanyan, sorry to keep you waiting!”

Li Ping’an pushed open the car door and walked over calmly.

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“You…”

Wanyan Mengwen stared in surprise at Li Ping’an’s old-fashioned gear:

“Where did you get that stuff you’re wearing? I didn’t see it earlier!”

“Kid, are you cosplaying? That ancient armor really looks intimidating, and it has a high anime vibe. You’re into Hanfu, right? But we are police, not an anime club, this place is dangerous, not a comic convention!”

Huang Yi’an only took one glance at Li Ping’an and immediately his anger flared up. He pulled Wanyan Mengwen aside and whispered fiercely:

“Wanyan Mengwen! Are you insane? This is the Living Immortal you spoke of? Look at him, he’s hardly nineteen. If he’s older than nineteen, I’ll livestream myself eating shit standing on my head. You bring a kid to this kind of place; do you want even more people to die?”

Wanyan Mengwen smiled awkwardly and quickly started to explain:

“Cousin, don’t get so worked up…”

“How many times have I said to refer to me by my official title at work!”

“Alright, Officer Huang!”

“Getting clever with me, are you? Came here specifically to mess with me, right?”

“Oh cousin, this college student really does have some genuine skills!”

“Damn! I knew it, a college student! Even if you had brought someone to appraise treasures, I wouldn’t have scolded you, but this? Leave now! Get lost!”

“Don’t believe me, huh? Take a look at this!”

As Huang Yi’an was rushing her, she fumbled with her phone, swiped a few times, and opened a pre-downloaded short video, pressing play for Huang Yi’an to see.