Ghostly Stealth Begins

Ding—Youyou pulled the pin from a grenade and tossed it into the ventilation duct with a clunk. It was a clever throw; the grenade immediately rolled toward where the sound had come from.

At the same time, Youyou drew her pistol and racked the slide with a click, her expression grim. "Stealth has failed. Prepare to evacuate."

"Wait. No need to leave in such a hurry." Shi Tiexin adjusted his body armor, then pushed open the door with his blade in hand. "My stealth has only just begun."

Boom! The grenade exploded, blasting a huge gap in the ventilation duct.

A grenade explosion alone produced no flames. Only a spray of blood and a shockwave burst from the opening. Half of a strange head thumped onto the floor, the giant eye on its tongue trembling as it looked at them. The next moment, a large boot crushed it with a crunch.

"What the hell is that?" Shi Tiexin snorted coldly and pulled open the mansion's main door. Outside, every sound of walking and talking had vanished. Only the uniform pounding of running feet echoed endlessly through the corridors.

Above, below, left, and right—the running footsteps were everywhere, like surging waves, stirring a helpless sense of enemies lying in wait on all sides and songs of Chu rising from every quarter.

Yet Shi Tiexin felt no fear at all.

A Desert Eagle was strapped to his left leg, a blade in his right hand, grenades at his waist, a shotgun on his back, and modified body armor wrapped tightly around him from head to toe.

"Demons and monsters, your Grandpa Yama has come to sneak around!"

Whoosh! Shi Tiexin charged out.

The Formless Wind stirred and flowed through the corridors, continuously carrying back all kinds of information and traces of intent.