My Misfortune Crushed Instances-Chapter 128: An Explosive First Encounter

Almost everyone who becomes a Prophet has a strong sixth sense.

Lin Hong felt the blood vessels on her forehead throbbing, making it almost hard for her to breathe. She took out a spray from her backpack and took a deep inhalation.

"Phew."

"What’s wrong?" The Rain Summoner, familiar with her partner, knew she would have trouble breathing when nervous, so he was slightly anxious too.

"I feel like something might happen."

"No way."

The two were hiding behind a pile of rocks. They were not strong attackers, so they generally avoided direct combat.

Now suspicious, they couldn’t help but want to check out the area where the wind and sand passed through.

However, in the next second, they realized there was no need, as they noticed a stranger, wearing goggles and a mask, crouched on a rock a dozen meters away, staring at them.

"The Prophet and the Rain Summoner, right?"

The two gulped.

"Who are you?"

Li Rui didn’t want to answer, only saying, "I think we shouldn’t waste time. Those three guys have already been killed by me. If you don’t want to die, come quietly with me."

When he said this, there was actually no ripple in his heart, even he himself didn’t notice the strange calmness in his tone.

The two exchanged glances, seeing only suspicion and fear in each other’s eyes.

Li Rui clicked his tongue impatiently, flashed to their side and with a slap knocked the Rain Summoner unconscious.

Lin Hong felt her body stiff like a stone.

"Let’s go."

Li Rui dragged the Rain Summoner like a dead dog and took Lin Hong back to the car.

"He...where are the other three?"

"In the trunk, in burlap sacks."

Li Rui symbolically tied Lin Hong with a rubber cord and let her sit quietly in the back seat, "Behave yourself, better not move around, or you’ll stay in the trunk too."

A Prophet without the ability to resist of course dared not act rashly, and any of the three lying in the back could handle five of her, not to mention the youth who controlled everyone.

Vroom vroom vroom!!

The accelerator was floored, and the car surged forward like an uncontrolled beast.

Lin Hong grabbed the car door with her tied hands, openly scrutinizing the man driving.

"How did you block my prediction?"

"Hmm?"

Li Rui asked, "How would I know, maybe your prediction was wrong."

Her fear masked by anger, Lin Hong retorted, "Impossible, my Pursuing Life Tally never errs, only someone can interfere with strong means."

Li Rui found her reaction quite amusing and suddenly felt that having someone to talk to while driving wasn’t too bad.

"What did you predict?"

"A level 22 Rain Summoner, there should have been just him heading in this direction."

"Oh, then you weren’t wrong."

Li Rui chuckled, "I’m that level 22 Rain Summoner."

Lin Hong turned her anger into joy: "I knew I couldn’t be wrong...hmm? What did you say?"

Li Rui gave no further response.

A level 22 Rain Summoner?

Lin Hong gazed doubtfully at the driver.

Was he joking?

Then, the woman, who grew up in the chaotic zones, suddenly remembered something.

Rumors had it that the Secret Realm Battlefield was about to open. According to Dragon Country’s tradition, many promising individuals would train at the Northwest border, including the supernovae heralded as a generation of geniuses.

"Could he be one too?"

Unfortunately, even if there were intelligence dealers in the chaos zones, acquiring specific information from major national organizations was challenging. Often just a name would circulate, without any knowledge of their appearance or abilities, so she couldn’t recognize which one Li Rui was.

At this moment, a groan was heard as the unconscious Rain Summoner seemed to be waking up.

Li Rui glanced in the rearview mirror and said, "Knock him out, or I’ll knock you out too."

Lin Hong blinked, looked at her companion who had just awakened with wide innocent eyes, and knocked him out again with a punch.

...

At an outpost on the vast desert border, with yellow earth everywhere, only one vehicle and four people seemed to be waiting for something.

Zhang Hujun, with a cigarette in his mouth, was surprised to see Dong Sanchuan asking him for one too.

"I thought you didn’t smoke?"

"Boring, isn’t it?"

"Damn, that Prophet couldn’t predict the person’s whereabouts after pondering for so long."

Zhang Hujun, fiddling with his smoking stick, said impatiently.

"That Lin Hong is known as the Soul-Seeking Witch in the chaotic land, she’s not easy to predict."

Dong Sanchuan remarked, "Their team’s configuration isn’t actually great, mainly because of her presence, which always finds a breakthrough point."

"You mean, we’re also being targeted at a breakthrough point?"

Jiang Yu’s voice suddenly appeared from behind.

"Not our fault!"

Nan Jiumei hurriedly defended, "It’s the outpost Prophet that’s not up to par."

"Keep it down!"

The three of them gave him a light beatdown.

This was still someone else’s turf, and bad-mouthing their valued Prophet behind their back wouldn’t end well if overheard.

"I have a hypothesis."

Zhang Hujun scratched his cropped head. Though he looked like a brawny warrior, his thinking was meticulous, at least better than Nan Jiumei’s.

"What hypothesis?" Dong Sanchuan asked.

"If that Lin Hong truly is so formidable, she would pick the easiest spot to break through. Based on the patrol groups along the border, there’s only one favorable position."

"Where?"

"A level 22 Rain Summoner."

"Where’s a level 22 Rain...No way, are you talking about Li Rui?"

Even Nan Jiumei, as clueless as he might be, realized what he was implying.

"Makes sense, Brother Chuan, you better contact Li Rui quickly."

Jiang Yu urged, then turned to Nan Jiumei, "You’ve been pining for him a long time, haven’t you? You’ll soon find out."

Dong Sanchuan dialed the phone, only to have it hung up after three rings.

He frowned, "Not answering."

Before the others could respond, they saw a jeep roaring up from afar, barreling wildly.

Zhang Hujun took a look through the binoculars hanging from his chest, "01236, it’s him."

Seeing the approaching vehicle, Dong Sanchuan relaxed his brows. Whatever the situation, asking would make it clear.

Screech—

The jeep screeched to a halt beside the group. Li Rui jumped out, not rushing forward, just nodding at them first before attending to business.

Under Dong Sanchuan’s puzzled gaze, he opened the trunk, letting several burlap sacks thud down.

Without waiting for questions, he opened the back door, carrying down the Rain Summoner who had woken three times only to be knocked out again, while introducing the woman getting off the vehicle with him.

"This is Lin Hong. The one I’m holding is a Rain Summoner, forgot to ask his name. All three thugs are in the sacks. Gentlemen and ladies, what should we do now?"