Could I really be that unlucky?
White Cloud City, as dawn was breaking, Jiang Xiaoling's heart sank to the bottom.
Since he activated the mark last night, there has been almost no response!
What's going on?
Could it be that the mark has malfunctioned?
That shouldn't be the case. From a technical standpoint, it's impossible for it to malfunction. No matter how realistic this world is, it's still a digital world. Programs here can't possibly fail. If even programs failed, this world would have been unstoppable long ago.
But if it didn't malfunction, why didn't anyone come to my rescue?
Mass defection?
That shouldn't be the case. Even if they betrayed us, wouldn't they want to obtain intelligence from us?
Could it be that I'm just unlucky, and none of the other repairmen are around?
As the sun rose, he sat blankly on the ground in the alley, shivering from the cold. Suddenly, he remembered something and ran home.
If the Corrector came to rescue him did not appear, it means that the group of Southern Barbarians will still come to his home to look for him, and if they cannot find him...
Damn it, why didn't I think of this before?
The child ran very fast. Although he was young, he had been exercising as much as possible since he was a child to build a good foundation. In just fifteen minutes, he ran from West Street to his doorstep.
But it was too late.
The once deserted streets were now bustling with people, all gathered in front of their own homes. Jiang Xiaoling shuddered at the sight, a strong sense of unease welling up inside her!
He struggled to push through the crowd and reached the front, where he finally witnessed the scene he least wanted to see.
At the gate of his own house, more than a dozen bloodied and mangled corpses were cruelly hung up, all skinned and left to dry in the wind. The women, including his seven-year-old sister, were stripped naked and led like dogs on chains, being whipped in front of the gate.
The group of Southern Barbarians laughed heartily, seemingly enjoying themselves immensely, while the onlookers, standing at a distance, mostly felt sorry for them and secretly lamented the tragedy, while a small number watched with great interest.
Jiang Xiaoling's mind went completely blank for a moment.
Five years of memories flooded back: my father, who was overjoyed to see that I was a boy, was jumping around all night; my two older sisters doted on me every day; and my mother, not trusting the wet nurse, fed me herself and stayed by my side every night.
He had long wondered if, in the face of a cruel future, these people who had treated him so well might one day suffer a terrible fate.
I just didn't expect it to come so quickly.
Despite having prepared long ago, he only understood true cruelty when the day actually arrived!
The beautiful Jiang woman in the distance, whose eyes had been numb, suddenly seemed to catch sight of Jiang Xiaoling. In an instant, her eyes regained their clarity, and despite her tragic circumstances, she actually showed a hint of joy upon seeing that Jiang Xiaoling was safe and sound.
He then desperately tried to signal to him with his eyes that he should leave quickly.
boom!
Jiang Xiaoling felt like his head was exploding at that moment. In that instant, he didn't think about anything else; he only wanted to save them, even if it meant giving up anything!
Seeing Jiang Xiaoling about to rush over, Jiang was so frightened he almost cried out, but at that critical moment, a pair of rough hands stopped him and dragged him back into the crowd.
Jiang was stunned for a moment, but as she watched the child being dragged away, her heart, which had been in her throat, immediately settled back down.
She didn't know if such a small child could survive, after all, children were sacrificed here Heavenly Capital, but as long as she could see the child was alive before she closed her eyes, she would be completely satisfied, at least she had a thought, right?
Heaven has been cruel enough to them; please show them a little mercy.
"Stop struggling."
The old man's calloused hands pressed the child firmly to the ground. His voice was hoarse and cold. "If you really cared about your family, why did you spend the whole night standing there in the alley?"
Jiang Xiaoling was taken aback, stiffly turning around to look at the other person. "You are... Corrector?"
" The Corrector?" The old man narrowed his eyes slightly. "You really do know something."
"Quick! Save them!" the child cried out urgently. "Otherwise, I won't tell you anything!"
"I can't save you," the old man shook his head. "You're very lucky to have met me, not some more powerful guy. But you're also unlucky to have met someone less powerful than me. So I can't save the person you want to save."
"Can't save them?" Jiang Xiaoling immediately became anxious. "How can you not save them? You Corrector are possessed by top-tier demons of the first stage, how can you not save them?"
"The first stage?" The old man nodded slightly. "You do know a lot. It seems that the fact that I can sense you means you're definitely not an ordinary Reincarnator. But you also said it's the first stage. This world has already begun to enter the Second Tier. Do you think those Southern Barbarians who committed atrocities were just ordinary NPCs?"
"No, that's not it. With the Ghost Temple's enhancement, they're already half- Ghost General. In the entire White Cloud City, there are four Transcendent Ghost General. If I dare to make a move here, Ghost General will arrive within ten breaths. At that time, neither you nor I will leave here alive!"
" Ghost General?" Jiang Xiaoling paused, regaining some clarity, and shook her head, saying, "You're lying to me. At this time, Ghost General couldn't possibly be appearing in the mortal realm!"
"The theory doesn't work, but somehow a magic array has been set up here, allowing Ghost General to travel between the mortal and living realms for a short period."
"Travel to the mortal realm for a short time? Why?" Jiang Xiaoling asked, puzzled. White Cloud City was just an insignificant peripheral city in the Southeast Commandery, with little strategic importance or prosperity. Was such a big fuss really necessary?
"For me?"
"You really know how to pat yourself on the back!" the old man scoffed.
Jiang Xiaoling: "."
"Then why?" he asked anxiously. His mother and sister could be killed at any moment, and he had to persuade the man in front of him to save them.
"It's for Chen Qing!"
" Chen Qing?" Jiang Xiaoling was stunned. The King of Qin from Jiangnan?
Over the years, he had heard many tales about the man: a poor scholar who had nothing, yet now ruled over Jiangnan and had even forced the imperial court to bestow upon him the title of King of Qin of Qin.
Logically speaking, he should also be one of the Corrector!
Is the current situation here targeting him?
"Your method of making me sense things is targeted at all of us, right?"
"If you mean the Corrector, then yes."
" Corrector?" The other party chuckled. "That's an interesting name. Let's not worry about Corrector Corrector now; the point is, you've managed to make us all sense you, right?"
"It should be," Jiang Xiaoling said uncertainly.
Do you know why no one saved you?
"Why?" This was Jiang Xiaoling's biggest question.
"Because someone didn't think you were important enough, you became bait!"
Jiang Xiaoling: "."
"Who are you talking about? Are you in cahoots with him?"
"We're not even in the same group anymore," the old man chuckled. "My presence here was purely accidental. I was just a wanderer, thinking I'd escaped all this mess, but I never expected to be barged in like this. It's really enough."
Let me introduce myself. My surname is Huang, and I am a schoolteacher.
But Jiang Xiaoling interrupted him directly, " Painted Skin Mister?"
The old man's smile vanished instantly, "Interesting. You're just a five-year-old freshman, yet you know so much. You're definitely not an ordinary person. Now, you tell me first."
"What is Corrector? How do you know me?"
Five watches are still to come!