Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 417: The Black Wind Mountain Killing Array

Three quarters into the Zi hour.

At the top of the bell tower, Su Ming’s pupils suddenly contracted.

The heavy nanmu rear door of the Yongchang Marquis Manor silently opened a slit just wide enough for one person to slip through.

A figure that blended completely into the darkness slid out of the gap like a phantom. It was a person in a black robe, carrying no light source, not even making a single footstep sound.

The black-robed man left the alley and, extremely cautious, glanced around. After confirming no one was nearby, he pressed to the wall like a night bird and dashed toward the outskirts of the city.

“He’s come.”

Su Ming inhaled deeply, his body drifting down from the bell tower like a fallen leaf caught by the wind.

He did not immediately follow. Instead, relying on the faint, icy current of killing qi his divine sense had detected, he hung far behind the black-robed figure. The distance between them remained just beyond the limit of a single street.

The black-robed man’s counter-surveillance skill was excellent. He made several large loops through the city and even deliberately stopped in several dead-end alleys, trying to flush out any potential tail.

But Su Ming did not rely on visual tracking. He pushed the Aura Concealment Art to its extremes and, using only the faint trail that the blood-killing qi left in the air, tenaciously locked onto the other person.After passing through the city gate, the black-robed man suddenly accelerated, becoming a blur, disappearing into the stretch of black mountains to the northeast outside the capital.

Su Ming stopped at the foot of the mountain and did not rashly enter. He lifted his head and stared at the eerie peaks, which gaped like open maws in the night, a sliver of sharp light flashing through his eyes.

The next morning.

room of

the capital?” Su Ming

heavy gravity crossed his murky

lowered his voice. “The terrain there is treacherous, with perennial miasma. In recent years that place has grown even more sinister. Woodcutters and hunters who go in deep never come back alive. The authorities have

an extremely solemn tone, “A while ago, this old man sensed something amiss, so I sent a few of my most capable men at noon, when

find?” Su Ming’s gaze

did not dare go deep, but they reported strange carvings on the ground halfway up the mountain, and the surrounding trees were dead in an unnatural way. Master…” Chen Mingyuan looked at Su Ming and spoke each word slowly, “those are traces of an array that has been run

paced twice in

the Yongchang Marquis Manor’s black-robed man, the corpse-puppet iron cavalry from the

the node that was Black Wind

Black

a ghost in torment. A lingering faint miasma

sheer rock faces and dead ancient trees. The higher he went, the more nauseating the blood-killing qi

halfway

they showed an unsettling ink-green. There was not a single fallen

a killing array with

crouched, picked up a handful of soil from the edge of the array, and brought it to his nose to sniff. Cold, liquid-like spiritual energy instantly converged in

violence, chaos, and plunder. Any external force that forcibly touched it would not only immediately alert the array’s operator but would trigger a frenzied

cross-legged, a fine sweat beading at his brow. This exceeded the normal combination scope of the two hundred basic

edge, not injecting spiritual energy, but using the logic from The True Meaning of Basic