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Chapter 319 No Mental Lock? The Old Man's Thermos Cup Shattered in Fear

The ghost's face turned purplish-red.

Blood gushed out along the blade, blocking his trachea.

But at that moment he was completely oblivious to the intense physical pain and suffocation.

Those bulging eyes were fixed on Chen Yifan's smooth brow, and a huge sense of absurdity and fear broke through the shadow of death.

The Unlocked!

On this planet, which is completely locked down by the "World Engine," there exists a human who has not been subjected to any mental shackles!

What does this mean?

As long as this news reaches the Lamplighters headquarters, they can capture Chen Yifan and figure out why he doesn't have a mental lock.

This will usher in an unprecedented era for all of humanity!

However, if this news is intercepted by the "Cleanser," the entire rule system of Blue Star will undergo an unprecedented purge.

Crisis and opportunity coexist!

"Uh... headquarters..."

The ghost emitted a strange, leaky sound from its throat, like a broken bellows.

He strained with the last bit of his strength, his fingers twitching wildly as he tried to press the encrypted frequency button on the inside of his tactical vest, which was linked to his vital signs.

This must be spread!

Even if it's just the word "unlocked" that gets out!

Chen Yifan didn't even raise an eyebrow.

He had no interest in listening to this barking dog give its final farewell speech.

The other person's fingers had just rubbed half an inch against the fabric of their chest.

Swish.

The black dagger slashed cleanly across the ghost's neck in a half-moon shape.

Without any unnecessary movements, there was a light flick of the wrist.

Vocal cord transection.

Rupture of the carotid artery.

Large spurts of blood gushed out and splashed directly onto the windshield of the abandoned truck next to it.

The ghost's hand, which was pressing the alarm, suddenly froze in mid-air.

The body, encased in tactical clothing, bounced violently a few times before its muscles completely relaxed. The body slid down like a pile of rotten flesh with its bones removed, finally collapsing onto the hood of the car that had been smashed into a large crater.

He lay face up, his unseeing eyes still fixed on Chen Yifan's forehead, his pupils rapidly dilating.

A high-ranking official member of the Shadow Order, the Lamplighter.

A top elite with the strength of the third stage and mastery of the power of the external path.

He was killed like a chicken, his throat slit.

Chen Yifan expressionlessly drew his dagger and wiped the blood off Ghost's tactical uniform.

Guided by his consciousness, the rampant external spiritual power that had been threatening to crush space began to rapidly contract inward.

Inside the Outer Path Heart Palace, the twelve stone pillars ceased their roaring, and the white jade platform returned to tranquility.

The fingernail-sized fragment of the "World Core" emitted a soft halo, completely erasing the aura of the recent riot and donning a perfect camouflage.

Everything fell silent.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the dripping of oil from the truck engine and the crackling of the lingering embers burning wood in the distance could be heard.

Chen Yifan put the dagger back into his inventory, turned around and strode towards the intact, specially made medical vehicle.

Chen Xue was still unconscious inside.

We've wasted enough time; we must immediately move to a completely safe place.

His fingers had just touched the alloy door handle of the medical vehicle.

hum.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

This is an intuition developed by the body after countless life-and-death battles.

Chen Yifan's fingers froze instantly, and the perception range of his [Mind's Eye] suddenly expanded to its maximum.

Less than five meters to his side and behind, the air exhibited an extremely unnatural, wavy distortion.

It's neither an assassin's stealth nor a mage's teleportation skill.

It was an extremely subtle fluctuation that even the radar network of the [World Engine] couldn't detect!

Someone has torn open the spatial barrier!

Chen Yifan turned around abruptly, his suppressed mental energy poised to be unleashed. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger fell back into his palm.

A crack appeared in the void.

A faded, pill-covered tank top was the first thing to be revealed.

Next up were those iconic flip-flops.

Wang Qingyun yawned, rubbing his messy hair as he stepped out of the spatial rift with one leg.

"The aura mark I left on you is almost burned away, so I guessed you were risking your life here... Holy crap!"

Wang Qingyun's lazy tone completely broke down the moment he saw the surrounding scenery.

This once high-ranking official, now transferred back to Kyoto, was about to pick up his worn-out thermos and take a sip of water.

At this moment, his movements completely froze in mid-air.

Wang Qingyun's gaze swept quickly across the ruins.

On the right are three fanatics torn to pieces. One of them has his chest cavity collapsed and his internal organs are spitting out. The other two are not even left with complete corpses.

Directly in front of him was the Thousand-Faced Buddha, whose head had been stomped into the concrete and was now a limp mess.

That iconic dark red robe was still hanging on the rotting flesh.

Finally, Wang Qingyun's gaze slowly moved and landed on the hood of the abandoned truck.

The man in black whose neck had been cut and who was completely dead.

"Smack!"

The thermos cup that Wang Qingyun had used for several years, with the paint chipped off the bottom, slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Hot water splashed all over the floor, and a few swollen goji berries spun around in the broken glass.

But he didn't even look at the thermos on the ground. His cloudy eyes widened instantly, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

Wang Qingyun took three steps in two and rushed over, defiantly tearing open the ghost's mask, which was now broken in two.

After seeing that ordinary face clearly, the old man turned and stared intently at Chen Yifan, his voice becoming somewhat dry.

"You really killed the Shadow Group members?"

"That's Ghost! A senior investigator from the Lamplighter's Shadow Special Operations Team! He's at the pinnacle of third-tier advancement, plus his unorthodox black fire that can burn through a person's brain..."

Wang Qingyun swallowed hard and pointed at the corpse on the hood of the engine.

"Even I had to avoid his black fire attack, and you just slit his throat like that?"

Chen Yifan stood still, toying with the dagger in his hand, his tone flat and emotionless.

"He used my sister to set me up and test my hand. I was already being very civilized by not tearing him to pieces."

"Civilization my foot!"

Wang Qingyun jumped up and slapped his thigh.

"Do you even realize the enormity of the mess you've made? Someone like Li Yuantu is no big deal if he dies, but this is a regular army from a clandestine official organization!"

Wang Qingyun circled the ghost's corpse twice, his brows furrowing into a deep knot.

"There were no signs of a large-scale release of professional skills at the scene..."

The old man stopped and looked at Chen Yifan again, his gaze filled with a mixture of inquiry and deep apprehension.

"Just how much of that heretical power did you use?"

"A normal 'cleaner' would scan this coordinate within ten minutes. You used power here that could instantly kill ghosts, yet you didn't attract them?"

"What black fire? I only saw a wisp of smoke, which I crushed with my bare hands. As for the cleaners..." Chen Yifan casually pointed to the sky, "There wasn't even a cloud in the sky. As long as you're quick enough, no one will know it was me."

Wang Qingyun was so choked up that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Crush it casually?

That's a high-level heretical ability that can burn the soul!

Looking at Chen Yifan's unyielding attitude, the old man felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

This kid's growth rate and the methods he used to hide have completely exceeded all his previous predictions.

Just then.

An old-fashioned mechanical watch on Wang Qingyun's wrist suddenly began to vibrate wildly.

The dial emitted a piercing ticking sound, and a sliver of red light seeped out from the gaps in the case.

The old man's face drained of all color instantly.

"There's no time for nonsense."

Wang Qingyun grabbed Chen Yifan's arm, his tone extremely serious.

"The ghost's heart stopped, triggering the group's space-based weapon lock. In a maximum of sixty seconds, the Lamplighter's 'Divine Punishment Matrix' will flatten this block and the surrounding three kilometers."

Chen Yifan grabbed the medical cart with his other hand:

"I have to take my sister with me."

"You can't take it! This medical vehicle carries an energy beacon rooted in flesh and blood; as long as the vehicle exists, they can keep tracking you!"

Wang Qingyun suddenly pulled a gold card covered with intricate runes from his pocket and slapped it against the bulletproof glass of the medical vehicle.

"I'll use the 'spatial anchor' the Xia family gave you for orientation to send him directly back to him. The Xia family owes you a favor, and Xia Nan will handle everything!"

With a flash of golden light, the huge, specially made medical vehicle, along with Chen Xue inside, was instantly swept into a spatial vortex and disappeared.

Chen Yifan's eyes sharpened: "Where are you taking me?"

"No time to explain. If you don't want to be blasted to smithereens by space-based weapons, get out of here with me now."

Wang Qingyun slammed his heel into the ground, and a pitch-black void rift instantly opened up beneath his feet.

"The Lamplighters' branch will be sending people over soon, and the Cleaners are expected to arrive soon as well. Get out of here immediately!"