My car had no license plate, and my phone was turned off. Every means of locating me had been cut off. The only key was the third service area. Nong Guofu—or whoever else was plotting against me—had calculated this long ago.
I was unfamiliar with the area, and after being hunted by Luo Tiansu for so long, even if I didn't die, I'd still have to shed a layer of skin. I definitely couldn't keep up with supplies, so they had deliberately chosen the third service area to surround and intercept me.
Now I faced two choices. Either I left without resupplying—but if Luo Tiansu caught me before I could replenish my supplies, I would truly be finished. Where could I run then?
The second choice was to fight my way into the third service area and seize supplies, but that would clearly be extremely difficult. When several cars passed by, I had spotted several Daoists who looked like old men of the highest caliber.
Because I was concealing my presence and hadn't activated my Yin-Yang Heavenly Eye, I couldn't see their cultivation levels. But all of them wore calm, unruffled expressions, clearly carrying the immense confidence born from years of victory.
To make sure I died on the road, the northern Daoist sects had truly laid a net of heaven and earth.
Supplies really weren't easy to get. I watched several cars enter the service area, and an idea immediately came to me. I followed them in, filled up with gas, then simply parked my car at the gas station, occupying a space. Carrying my duffel bag, I went into the staff restroom at the back. A female attendant stopped me at once, saying I couldn't go in. I acted extremely anxious and, in a spot the cameras couldn't