As far as the eye could see, there was only dense fog. Granular mist drifted with the airflow, like a stream, like gauze fluttering through the air.
Zhang Yuanqing did not wander around recklessly. He cautiously remained where he was.
Li Xianzong had summoned this fog—was he really unwilling to give up? The longer he dragged things out, the lower his odds of escape. Did he have some other advantage to rely on, or had something gone wrong with his brain?
Besides, although Fu Qingyang could not be reached, the Public Security Bureau must have reported the matter already. It was understandable if the deacons could not make it in time, but even Dog Elder could not get here?
Next time I see him, I'm going to rub that dog head raw.
Just as he was thinking that, he heard a gunshot. His heart tightened, and he instinctively threw himself down and rolled.
Bang! Bang!
Two more shots rang out. Pain shot through Zhang Yuanqing's lower abdomen, and he knew he had been hit.
Relying on his memory, he rolled all the way to the public seating area and used the inquiry counter to block the incoming bullets.
Tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps came from deep within the fog, followed by a casual laugh.
"I have two minutes left, Yuanshi Tianzun. If you can last two minutes against me, we'll play again next time. Otherwise, I'll end the trial early today and trade your head for the bounty."
Arrogant bastard! Zhang Yuanqing was especially irritable and quick-tempered. He instinctively wanted to raise his pistol and fire toward the source of the voice, but he forcibly suppressed his temper.
He's provoking me into firing. Zhang Yuanqing recalled the details from earlier.
When the first shot rang out, he had been standing still.