In the quiet and peaceful woodland, between the shade of the trees, an ancient and dilapidated Taoist temple sits here.
Victor was dressed in yellow, his eyes fixed on the floating blue smoke, extending deep into the mysterious woods.
Mike Campino's spiritual tablet is glowing slightly, which proves that he has entered the secret place at this moment.
After lightly touching the spiritual tablet, Victor took his hand back and sat back on the futon.
He stared in the direction of the entrance, where a man wearing a white navy uniform appeared.
Just like last time, the other party's expression was full of doubts, and he hesitated as he looked at the gate of the Taoist temple.
"Everything you ask for will be answered, why don't you come in? My friend."
Plain words came from the room.
Mike looked at the mysterious being shrouded in yellow shadows inside, and finally gritted his teeth and walked in.
Victor motioned for him to sit down, but Mike looked around and did not sit down.
"Since you lit the incense, you have approved the way of communication between us. Do you have any concerns in your heart..."
After hearing this, Mike looked at the long pole in his hand that was about to be burned out, and murmured in a low voice: "So this thing is called 'incense'..."
From the last contact, Victor could see that this newcomer was resisting himself and the knowledge of the invisible art.
But since he will take the initiative to contact you this time, it proves that the other party must be in trouble.
Did something happen that would make him change his mind?
That should be an important turning point.
While the other party was silent, Victor glanced at Mike's spiritual tablet from the corner of his eye.
Suddenly, he suddenly remembered the newspaper he had read during the day.
That's it...
The Cambino Family.
I just said why are we so familiar? It’s him...
"I remember...you call yourself Mr. Yi?" Mike swallowed and asked.
"The name is not important, it is just a superficial label, so Mr. Mike, why are you looking for me in your dream?"
Victor basically had a pretty good idea of Mike's purpose, but he didn't say it clearly and deliberately left him hanging.
There was confusion on Mike's face, and he repeatedly hesitated whether to ask Mr. Yi for help.
"I still remember that you said the rule here is to exchange information and intelligence with each other."
"Not only information and intelligence, but also favors...reciprocity must be courteous."
After hearing this, Mike gritted his teeth and said to Victor: "I don't quite understand your purpose, nor your true identity, nor what mysterious abilities the Knower has... But I really need help now, I...
…”
"You are now like a mouse hiding from the light, hiding in the darkest and dampest corner of the city. The streets outside are full of murderous intent, and many people want your life."
Victor unceremoniously exposed Mike and completely shattered the last psychological defense he wanted to maintain.
Even a determined Navy man cannot bear to have the wounds in his heart opened on the spot.
His body trembled involuntarily twice, and Victor caught this subtle movement. He knew that the other person must be suppressing resentment and anger.
"Mr. Yi, I will not refute your words. I want to survive tonight. This is my request."
Mike knew that arguing with this mysterious being would not help. If he angered the other person, he might even die on the spot.
He must save this little life. His sister's life or death is still uncertain, and only he can save her.
"Life is for living, not for anything other than survival. Everyone has an instinctive desire to survive." Victor raised his head and looked at the other person's anxious look, "But no matter what, what do we want to gain?
, you have to pay the due price."
Mike felt a palpitation inexplicably. He had an illusion in his mind that he was making a deal with the devil.
His expression tightened, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I have nothing now, but as long as I can save my family, maybe I can dedicate my soul..."
Your soul?
Victor was slightly startled.
What do I need your soul for?
Besides, I don’t know how to take it away...
He kept complaining in his heart, and Victor almost laughed out loud.
"The living are worth more than the dead. I don't need your soul. If you can't pay back now, you can owe me a favor."
After listening to Mr. Yi's words, Mike's tense expression softened slightly.
"Human beings are always full of fear of the future and are wary of the unknown. Mr. Mike, I will ask a favored person to come and pick you up. Follow him and your life will be safe."
Victor briefly inquired about Mike's approximate location, and suddenly with a flick of his sleeves, he disappeared, taking the Taoist temple with him and disappearing from the forest, leaving only Mike standing there.
Feeling the breeze and flying catkins in his ears, he looked at the silence around him, as if he had experienced a strange dream.
Suddenly, he realized something, and immediately learned the method taught to him by the mysterious old man, distracted himself, left the secret place, and woke up from his sleep.
He opened his eyes, and the surroundings were dark, and there was the stench of garbage in the air.
In order to avoid police patrols, Mike hid in a trash can on the side of the road. It was a wooden barrel that smelled of fish. This was a huge torture for him who had been allergic to fish since he was a child.
Here he used the meditation method taught to him by the mysterious old man to fall into a dream, brought the magical incense into his dream and lit it, and reached an agreement with the mysterious Mr. Yi.
Whether we will win tonight or not, we can only leave it to fate.
While waiting, Mike recalled the last words Mr. Yi said.
One of his loved ones will come to pick him up...
The favored ones...
Believer?
Is it possible that Mr. Yi is a god hidden in a secret place that is believed by people?
Some kind of shocking and terrifying thought emerged from Mike's mind, but before he could continue to think about it, there was the sound of heavy horse hooves on the street outside.
A carriage stopped in front of the garbage dump and stopped moving. Mike could even feel the burning breath.
The next moment, someone stepped off the carriage, and their heavy boots stepped on the muddy road, splashing water.
"Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu..."
Some kind of strange language was spoken from the mouth of the person outside, and Mike couldn't hear it clearly, let alone understand it.
Suddenly, the man walked straight towards the garbage bin without any hesitation, as if he had discovered some clues, decisively and resolutely.
Mike was startled. He didn't know who the other party was yet, so he didn't dare to make a sound. His back was already covered with sweat.
Bang!
Someone kicked the trash can, and Mike's butt was shaken, but he still didn't make a sound.
However, people outside started talking.
"Mike Campino, come out quickly, the police patrolling nearby have just left."
It was a man's voice, very young and very powerful. Mike was on alert, suspecting fraud, but still did not speak out.
"Mr. Yi asked me to come..."
This sentence finally broke his defense.
Mike struggled to open the lid of the box above his head, and through the light of the kerosene lamp ten meters away, he vaguely saw a bright red hair color.
Seeing him appear, Victor quickly pulled him out of the trash can and pushed him into a closed carriage.
He got on the driver's seat and drove the carriage away from the street, heading towards the Xianxiang Mansion.