Chapter 76: Something’s Not Right About This Villa

“The yin energy keeps gathering and growing; this body of Profound Yin is indeed troublesome.” Qin Xuan pondered in his heart, remaining constantly alert to the situation around him.

Though his master had already set up defensive wards in this villa, no one could guarantee that nothing unexpected would occur.

“Hm? What’s that?”

Suddenly, Qin Xuan looked into the distance and saw a group of sneaky figures moving along the road in the direction of the villa. Leading them was none other than Leopard, whom he’d met once before!

Previously, Li Shihao had sent men from the Black Wolf Gang to ambush Qin Xuan, only to have them easily defeated. He didn’t expect the Black Wolf Gang to show up again tonight, even better equipped than last time.

“Is he sending more scapegoats over a Lexus?” Qin Xuan let out a cold laugh, feeling a measure of disdain for Li Shihao. Incapable himself, all he knew to do was send others to their deaths.

The Black Wolf Gang was not worth his concern. Standing calmly with his hands behind his back on the second-floor balcony, Qin Xuan paid no mind to their approach.

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“Brother Qiang, why do I feel something’s strange about this villa?”

A young member of the Black Wolf Gang shivered as he spoke.

This time, the leader wasn’t Leopard, but another boss called Qiang, wearing a dashing black trench coat that fluttered with the chilling wind, making him appear unrestrained and gallant.

Leopard, for this operation, had become his deputy.

“What’s strange? Isn’t this just to deal with some brat?” Qiang snorted. “Leopard, I just can’t understand how you managed to fail last time, even causing our boss to get scolded by Young Master Li.”

“Hmph, that kid’s not ordinary. If you don’t believe me, so be it. You’ll see for yourself soon enough.” Leopard clearly didn’t respect Qiang.

“As long as he’s human, I’ll blow his head off with a single shot,” Qiang replied coldly. The Black Wolf Gang didn’t have many handguns, but to deal with Qin Xuan this time, their boss had decisively sent three gunmen.

To Qiang, taking out a mere youngster with such a team was child’s play.

Whistling winds grew colder and sharper. Though it was summer, the air bit into their skin.

The group paid little attention and kept approaching the villa.

“Look, is that him standing on the balcony?”

Suddenly, one of the younger members spotted Qin Xuan in the distance.

“That’s him,” Leopard said through gritted teeth as he looked up. He was all too familiar with Qin Xuan—it was because of him that he’d lost half a year’s bonus, enough to buy a car.

“Come on, follow me!” Qiang shouted, not at all concerned about being noticed by Qin Xuan.

Immediately, the group sprinted toward the villa. Qiang and the three gunmen reached into their coats, ready to deal with Qin Xuan at the first opportunity.

But just then…

“A ghost!”

A blood-curdling scream erupted behind them.

“A ghost, my ass!” Qiang turned around in fury, only to see a young member sitting on the ground, pale as a sheet. Beside him, there was nothing—nothing but the howling wind.

“Where’s the ghost? If you’re that cowardly, you don’t belong in the underworld!” Qiang cursed.

“It’s real, Brother Qiang! I was running with you, then a ghostly face appeared out of nowhere, scared me half to death!” the young man patted his chest, terror plain in his eyes as he glanced warily around. But there was nothing—just the relentless wind.

“A ghostly face? You’ve watched too many horror movies,” Leopard sneered. Though he and Qiang didn’t get along, he had no patience for such cowardice. He made a mental note to tell the boss later—this guy wasn’t cut out for the gang.

Little did they know, the ghostly face was all too real.

Only at the intersection of yin and yang could the human eye see spirits, which was how ghost stories were born. Such instances were rare, but that young man had stumbled upon one by chance.

“This… villa… has… wards… too… damn…”

As the gang prepared to move on, a chilling voice echoed around them. This time, everyone heard it, and they all shuddered violently.

The voice was eerie, shifting from left to right, impossible to locate.

And the content of the words left them baffled.

“Brother Qiang, Leopard, I told you there were ghosts! Ahhh!” The young man who’d first panicked let out another scream and fled in terror.

“Qiang, something’s really not right,” Leopard said cautiously, scanning the area.

Sudden gusts of wind howled and died away. Looking up, they saw Qin Xuan on the second-floor balcony, gazing coolly in their direction, his expression inscrutable and unnerving.

“Damn, could this kid really be that sinister?” Qiang, too, began to tremble.

“Who cares. Boss, nothing’s happened to us yet, right? Let’s rush in and take him out!” one of the bolder gunmen snarled.

“Right, press on. If we fail again, Young Master Li won’t support the Black Wolf Gang anymore. There are no such things as ghosts; it was all in your heads!” Qiang gritted his teeth and charged toward the villa’s main door.

In a flash, more than ten of them reached the entrance!

“Break in!”

Qiang was no stranger to leading such operations; without hesitation, he kicked at the villa door.

Boom!

A heavy, muffled sound rang out. The door shuddered but didn’t open.

The gang members rolled up their sleeves, ready to help Qiang kick it down. But at that moment, a creak sounded—the door swung open by itself.

They glanced inside—and were stunned speechless.

Qin Xuan, dressed in black robes, descended from the second floor, floating lightly and landing before the villa’s grand hall. He strode calmly toward them.

With the metal gate opening on its own and the wind howling all around, the Black Wolf Gang was utterly petrified.

Was he a ghost?

They didn’t know that to Qin Xuan, jumping from the second floor was nothing. The door opening by itself? Didn’t they know modern villas had advanced systems that allowed the doors to be remotely controlled?

“If you wish to enter, bear the consequences,” Qin Xuan warned coldly, gripping the sandalwood sword case in his hand. Though they were just ordinary gangsters, he was taking no chances.

Even if they had guns, they couldn’t harm him.

“Hmph, whether we go in or not, the result’s the same. Get him!” Qiang snorted. If he didn’t go after Qin Xuan, yet Qin Xuan came down himself, it was practically a death wish.

Qiang and the three gunmen moved in unison, reaching into their coats and drawing out well-maintained Type 54 pistols, aiming them at Qin Xuan.

“So, they do have guns,” Qin Xuan’s expression turned icy. Without hesitation, he drew forth the Taiqing Sword.