"I, I, we’ve encountered the Ghost Wall!"
Young Master Yao sat in the passenger seat of the car, clutching his cell phone tightly, his fingertips turning pale from the force.
It looked as if he might snap the phone in half any moment.
His face was pale, only the circles around his eyes red, making him look more terrifying than a ghost in the night.
He gazed around with a mix of wariness and fear.
The cry in his voice grew heavier.
"Master, Master save me, please!"
Upon hearing this, Xia Xin instantly looked up at Jiangli.
Jiangli had already leaned over and asked through the phone, "Ghost Wall? What happened?"
Suddenly, upon hearing a woman’s voice, Yao Xuanhang’s choked voice paused, "Whose, whose voice is this..."
Xia Xin introduced, "Young Master Yao, the person speaking is our Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple. Don’t be fooled by her appearance as a young girl; she’s very capable. You can tell her anything, rest assured it’ll be reliable!"
Hearing this, Yao Xuanhang seemed to have found a savior, not taking a moment to think rationally before he poured out his woes.
"Abbot, I, we’ve encountered the Ghost Wall... just like you said. Two hours ago, when we were on the ship, someone almost pushed me off. Luckily my friend saved me..."
He and Cui Wenzhe had returned to shore, initially planning to go back to the downtown area, rest for the night, and head to F City early the next morning.
But after getting into the car, the two of them drove along the coastal road for two hours and still couldn’t find their way out.
At first, Cui Wenzhe and Yao Xuanhang thought they were simply lost.
The night was too dark to see the road clearly.
No matter how long they drove, back and forth, they always ended up at the same spot.
Even using GPS was futile.
After several attempts, the navigation system even gave up, indicating the road segment they were on didn’t exist.
It was only after two hours that Yao Xuanhang and Cui Wenzhe started to realize something was wrong.
Now the sky was even darker, with hardly any streetlights. Only their car’s headlights faintly illuminated a small distance ahead.
After two hours, the car’s gasoline was nearly depleted.
Completely unsure what to do, Yao Xuanhang finally thought to call Jiangli.
Cui Wenzhe thought he had truly gone mad.
Even if the so-called Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple really had powers, she was in F City, and they were in F City.
Distant waters won’t quench immediate thirst.
So what was the use of calling Jiangli?
Cui Wenzhe didn’t have a better idea and couldn’t stop Yao Xuanhang.
While Yao Xuanhang was on the phone, he also tried to call 110 or reach out to friends and family.
There was no signal here!
This added a touch of unease to Cui Wenzhe’s mind.
When Yao Xuanhang’s voice call actually connected, Cui Wenzhe quietly heaved a sigh of relief.
Cui Wenzhe looked at Yao Xuanhang with a mix of suspicion and hope.
Yao Xuanhang gasped for air between sobs as he recounted the events.
"Abbot, it must be the Ghost Wall, right? This has to be the Ghost Wall, someone is after me!"
"How long have you been there?" Jiangli quickly asked upon hearing this.
Yao Xuanhang sniffled, "Over two hours now..."
Jiangli’s face grew solemn.
Two hours was quite a long time.
Normally, if the Ghost Wall wasn’t meant to harm people deliberately, it wouldn’t hold someone for so long.
But if someone was deliberately targeting Yao Xuanhang and had trapped them for over two hours, Yao Xuanhang should be dead by now.
Unless, the person behind this wasn’t fully capable.
With this in mind, Jiangli cut through the confusion decisively, "Right now, stay where you are, don’t move, and stop the car."
Yao Xuanhang made an affirmative sound, "We’ve already stopped."
Jiangli said, "Now, listen to what I tell you to do, I’ll teach you a hand sign to get out of the Ghost Wall first."