If his memory served him right, this lad was the type who could "jump on the spot" even during an ambush, most likely a fool who could be easily deceived.

 

So, he decisively spoke up, "That tall, dark guy over there, stop pointing, I'm talking to you."

 

Upon hearing this, Niu Chuang, who was pointing at someone else, immediately came over to Chronicle's side with an excited look on his face, bypassing the human wall formed by the students.

 

"Senior, hello."

 

Niu Chuang gave a silly smile and poked his finger, looking like a black bear spirit with his dark and robust figure.

 

The light was poor at night, and Chronicle didn't see clearly at first, thinking that the other party was here to steal his robe.

 

When he finally reacted, he immediately asked three consecutive questions, "What's your name? Who do you usually follow? What are you doing here?"

 

"Huh?"

 

Niu Chuang seemed to have not expected that his "idol" would call him over for such a trivial matter as "checking his household registration".

 

Although he was a bit confused, he still set up a mental sound barrier under the gaze of Seven Brothers and Green Zombie, and then answered in a very low voice:

 

"My name is Niu Chuang, I live at 44 Shouyi Street, Land of Peach City, and I usually live with Senior Xu Wanxi."

 

As if worried that Chronicle wouldn't know who "Xu Wanxi" was, he added an explanation, "He's the owner of the funeral shop."

 

"Hmm."

 

Chronicle nodded, although he didn't expect the information to come so easily, he still memorized it with his strong memory, and then said, "Continue."

 

"Okay!"

 

Niu Chuang nodded and continued, "We came here because we heard that recently, the Card Craftsman Association has gathered all the top students here for some kind of practical training."

 

"We thought we might be able to take this opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop, so that in the future, when Land of Peach is in chaos, it would be easier for us to take over."

 

After saying this, he gave a silly smile and said, "These are all things that Brother Bai told us."

 

"He is the commander of this operation, responsible for blocking the experts left here by the Card Craftsman Association, while we take the opportunity to deal with these students."

 

"Just now, I was about to make a move when I saw you, big brother."

 

Upon saying this, he let out a long sigh.

 

Obviously, for someone with his brain, it was not easy to say so much in one breath and in a clear manner.

 

But thinking that he was answering his "idol's" questions, he didn't find it difficult at all, and his face was even filled with excitement.

 

"I see."

 

Chronicle pretended to be calm and nodded slightly, but he was somewhat creeped out by the other party's laughter.

 

"This guy must be seriously ill."

 

He muttered to himself, while feeling satisfied with the amount of "information" the other party had provided.

 

But being cautious by nature, he wouldn't easily trust someone just because of their simple appearance and sincere tone.

 

So, after waving his hand to send the other party away, he found a few more people who seemed to be simple-minded to question.

 

The answers to the last question were all more or less the same.

 

Even during this process, he learned the full name of that "Brother Bai": Bai Longfei.

 

Upon learning this news, he quickly took out his phone and logged into the "Nine Provinces Card Craftsman" app.

 

Since becoming a formal Card Craftsman, he had gained more privileges.

 

After quickly typing in the other party's name, the interface instantly switched, and a middle-aged man with a clean and rich appearance and a kind smile slowly appeared.

 

Chronicle frowned at the photo, feeling as if he had seen this face somewhere before.

 

"This guy… looks a bit like Bai Ziliang…"

 

A flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and Chronicle pondered for a moment, not thinking that the same surname and similar eyebrows were a coincidence.

 

But now was obviously not a good time to think about these gossip issues.

 

With time pressing, he had to focus his attention on the information behind:

 

"Bai Longfei, 45 years old, known strength is platinum level, often uses bird and ghost card groups, highly mobile, abilities are strange."

 

"He is one of the main planners of the 'Ice Ocean Out-of-control Incident', extremely vicious, and his crimes are extremely evil."

 

Below the two lines of text, there was also a video of "landline quality".

 

After clicking it open, Bai Longfei was seen sitting on the back of a giant falcon.

 

While lightly pushing the black-framed glasses on his plump nose, he was directing a wicked ghost several tens of meters tall to stir the blue ocean of floating ice.

 

There was no trace of his signature kind smile on his face, replaced by a sinister look.

 

He looked even more perverted than Chronicle himself.

 

"Lao Fan and Lao Su, one is prematurely old, the other is unreliable, if it's really this guy who's come, they might not be able to hold on, right?"

 

Chronicle sat on the coffin, one hand supporting his chin, the other fiddling with his phone.

 

After a brief thought, the answer he got in his heart was not very optimistic.

 

"If it really doesn't work, I'd better get out of here early."

 

He thought to himself, stroking the strange patterns on the cedar coffin.

 

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out, interrupting his thoughts:

 

"Senior, although I don't know which part you're from, I think we're here for the same reason.""Let me explain the current situation to you: we have our senior Bai holding off the alliance's experts. He is indeed powerful, but the opponents are not to be underestimated."

 

"I've roughly calculated, the time he can buy for us is not much."

 

"In my humble opinion, we should find a place to 'send off' these young geniuses first, then make a run for it."

 

"In this way, senior Bai will have no worries and can withdraw at any time. What do you think?"

 

Upon hearing this, Chronicle turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with a lean figure and slightly hollowed cheeks speaking.

 

Among the dozen or so peripheral members, there must be a smart one.

 

After breaking away from the shock of the "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons", he found Chronicle suspicious:

 

The other party was not with them, and it seemed that he had come alone.

 

But judging from the strength he just demonstrated, he clearly didn't have the ability to wipe out a group of geniuses and then withstand the alliance's experts, leaving casually.

 

And he didn't look like a fool, so why would he put himself in such a dangerous situation?

 

"Something's wrong!"

 

He thought to himself, holding a three-star green card in his hand, about to retreat, but heard Chronicle say, "You're right."

 

Then, the next moment.

 

The lean man saw the corpse-like card spirit, with a burly figure, leap out, dragging a young man with red dog bite marks in his hair, and dive into the coffin where Chronicle had been sitting.

 

Soon, screams and chewing sounds came from inside.

 

Seeing this, the doubts in the lean man's mind were mostly dispelled.

 

"I really overthought it. Looking at this senior's appearance and aura, he doesn't look like someone from the alliance at all."

 

He thought to himself, forcing a relaxed smile, but saw Chronicle wave his hand, quickly bypassed the human wall, and hurried forward.

 

"Senior, do you have any…"

 

Before he could finish his sentence, he was dragged into the coffin by a large, pitch-black hand with sharp nails.