I lay on the bed. Though I felt exhausted, I couldn't fall asleep.
Bai Niangzi still hadn't returned, and Qianqian remained trapped in that illusion.
I even had the urge to enter the illusion again. I wanted to rescue Qianqian as quickly as possible, then immediately head to Southern Tibet.
Xie Yi had photographed the note and sent it to me. The address left by the people who had taken Duan Hongbin and the others was a small village in Southern Tibet—Xiasima Village.
That place was close to the border.
It wasn't too far from Mount Everest's Seventh Peak, where we had been before—just over three hundred kilometers away.
Xie Yi said the village was inside a military-controlled zone, but Unit Nine credentials would get us in.
And seven or eight kilometers from that village was a White Horse Monastery. If I needed any help, the monastery's senior lama, Zaxi, could provide it. He was Dan Zeng's junior brother.
I checked the time. More than five hours had passed since we came out, yet Bai Niangzi was still inside the illusion. That dead old hag really had some tricks.
Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I went straight to find Xiao Qing. I wanted to ask whether she had received any news. Given Bai Niangzi's abilities, she shouldn't have been gone this long.
The moment I opened my door, I saw Xiao Qing standing outside it with her hand raised, seemingly about to knock.
"Come in." I turned and returned to the room, sat down in a chair, and lit a cigarette.
She casually closed the door and sat across from me.
Her expression was extremely solemn, and I could tell she seemed nervous.
"I think something's wrong. With my sister's strength, breaking an illusion shouldn't take this long."
That was