The situation was dire, Luo Yang's Yin Spirit was seriously injured.
After retreating to the next room, he nearly passed out from the pain several times.
Whenever he was on the verge of losing consciousness, a thought would resound in his mind.
I can't die! I still need to protect the squad leader!
I can't die!…
…
This thought strongly supported Luo Yang's consciousness, keeping him somewhat lucid.
However, the Yin Spirit's right shoulder had been struck, and it seemed like half of his body couldn't move.
If Zhang Jing gained the high ground, Luo Yang would have even less ability to escape from the Village Office.
At this moment, even walking a single step was tremendously difficult for him, his body trembling weakly as if drained of all strength, and he would have fallen even without any breeze inside the room.
The Village Office's dormitory was only two stories tall.
With Zhang Jing's agile skills, it would take her less than half a minute to get from the second floor to the rooftop.
In this critical moment of life or death, Luo Yang clenched his teeth and fled through the back wall from the second-floor dormitory.
No sooner had his Yin Spirit emerged outside the wall than the night wind lifted it, carrying him away on the breeze.
In the sea of wind, one had no control over oneself.
By then, Zhang Jing had also reached the rooftop.
Luo Yang saw a silhouette rushing desperately along the rooftop, quickly throwing two streaks of red light at him.
In the wind, Luo Yang's gliding skills were fairly decent.
In a rise and fall, he dodged the two fierce streaks of red light.
In the brief exchange, Luo Yang had already drifted dozens of meters away with the wind.
Qin Piao's house was to windward, and getting back there was extremely difficult.
Even if the Yin Spirit hadn't been injured, it would have taken great effort to return to An Yuying's side.
As he pondered how to make his way upwind, he suddenly heard a bang behind him.
At first, he thought it was Zhang Jing knocking the bricks off the rooftop down to the ground floor, but when Luo Yang turned his head to look, he nearly screamed in fright.
It turned out Zhang Jing was fiercely pursuing him from behind!
It was known that Zhang Jing had been atop the second-floor rooftop.
Now that she was relentlessly chasing him from behind, it showed that she had just jumped straight down from the second floor!
Luo Yang had long guessed that Zhang Jing was no ordinary person.
Though Luo Yang's Yin Spirit could ride the wind, its speed was not particularly fast.
Seeing Zhang Jing closing in step by step behind him, Luo Yang had never felt death so close to him.
In such a situation, even if he could shake off Zhang Jing, failing to return to Qin Piao's house, if he couldn't find a way to successfully take cover in a villager's home to avoid the lightning, it would be more likely to end badly than well.
Luo Yang really wanted to turn around and warn Zhang Jing, "I am your master!"
But the Yin Spirit couldn't communicate with Zhang Jing.
Furthermore, even if they could communicate, there was no assurance that Zhang Jing would show mercy.
If only he had known, he would never have provoked her.
Luo Yang was shocked, anxious, and angry, experiencing a whirlwind of complex emotions he had never known in his life.
Just fifteen minutes ago, he was laughing and playing with beauties at Qin Piao's house.
Now, he was facing death.
The only consolation was that the wind speed was decent, and Zhang Jing couldn't catch up to him for the time being.
Otherwise, with a flick of her hand sending out a streak of red light, it would be the end of Luo Yang.
Thunder and lightning moved closer from afar, with dark clouds quickly overhead.
However, as long as he went with the wind, it would not be easy to be struck by lightning.
The only problem was he was too far from home, unlikely to make it back before dawn.
Currently, as the Yin Spirit was also injured, if he couldn't timely return to the "Shennong Scripture" landscape painting, he might also die outside.
For the first time in his life, Luo Yang encountered such a vicious cycle.
Looking back, Zhang Jing would kill him; moving forward, he might also die.
He had no chance of surviving!
The wind wasn't cold, but as it passed through the Yin Spirit, it felt like the bitter winds of December.
This also had its benefits, temporarily keeping Luo Yang's mind clear.
His right shoulder had long been numb with pain, and he had lost sensation in half of his body.
Strangely enough, the injury to the Yin Spirit felt almost similar to that of the flesh.
In a flash of thought, he looked back again.
He saw Zhang Jing chasing madly behind him. From the look of her, she would not stop until she had killed Luo Yang.
A herd of "grass mud horses" galloped in Luo Yang's heart.
He was nearly at the village entrance, but suddenly the wind died down.
Luo Yang muttered under his breath, "This is bad." With the wind slowing, Zhang Jing was bound to catch up.
Just then, a car approached, belonging to the Hongyun Brigade's village chief, Xie Runfa, a BMW 5 series.
Luo Yang had no choice but to dive into the car first.
The driver was Xie Runfa, who was humming "Xiao Ya Xiao Er Lang" with a hint of alcohol in his breath.
Suddenly, Zhang Jing was standing in the middle of the village road, arms spread wide, blocking the car.
The village road was just over 2 meters wide. With Zhang Jing standing in the middle, Xie Runfa had only two options: either stop the car or run over Zhang Jing and roll over her body.
Xie Runfa slammed on the brakes and stuck his head out the window.
"Hey! What's going on?!" Xie Runfa snapped, furious.
If you were born and raised in the village, there was no reason for Xie Runfa not to recognize you.
Zhang Jing had only been at the Hongyun Brigade for a short time; Xie Runfa might have seen her before, but he wasn't familiar with her.
Being somewhat drunk, he perhaps couldn't recall who she was at the moment.
As a stranger blocking the way in the village, Xie Runfa, as the village chief, had every reason to be angry.
Zhang Jing approached and said, "Hello, I live in the dormitories at the Village Office. I just got back from outside. Could you give me a ride there on your way?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Runfa probably remembered that Zhang Jing was the person Luo Yang was renting the dormitory for.
After sizing up Zhang Jing for a moment, Xie Runfa cheerfully said, "Get in."
Luo Yang, hiding in the back seat of the car, was on his last breath.
When he heard Zhang Jing open the car door, Luo Yang had to muster his spirits and slipped out through the other door.
Just then, a gust of wind blew, and Luo Yang rode the wind away.
Zhang Jing just leaned into the back seat to check, probably realizing that Luo Yang was no longer in the car, then closed the car door. She resumed her chase after Luo Yang.
Feeling played, Xie Runfa put the car in reverse to chase after Zhang Jing.
No matter how fast Zhang Jing was, she was not faster than the car.
In a blink of an eye, Xie Runfa had caught up to Zhang Jing in reverse, continuously honking the horn.
Though Luo Yang was drifting with the wind, he could slightly alter his forward direction.
Initially, due to the shock, he had been drifting along the village road.
Later, as he calmed down, he thought that drifting towards rough terrain could increase Zhang Jing's difficulties.
Making up his mind, he only glided towards fields and ponds.
After chasing for a while and seeing Luo Yang drifting further away, and as she was being held up by Xie Runfa, Zhang Jing had to give up the chase.
Seeing that Zhang Jing was no longer pursuing him, Luo Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But by then, he was quite a distance from Qin Piao's house. To go back, he had to travel against the wind which would take a lot of time.
Under normal circumstances, even if he glided far in the wind, he could still safely return to Qin Piao's house.
Unfortunately, his Yin Spirit was injured now; if it weren't for his strong will, he would have collapsed long ago.
To rush back to Qin Piao's house was an extremely difficult task.
Seeing that dark clouds were about to drift over Hongyun Brigade, soon the outside would be filled with thunder and lightning. Luo Yang's Yin Spirit, let alone being struck by lightning, would be injured even if the lightning struck nearby.
His Yin Spirit was already injured; if injured further, this lifetime would just end.
They say it takes eighteen years to become a true man.
Luo Yang wasn't even eighteen yet; if he died, he wouldn't even be considered a true man.
Attempting to walk against the wind, he could barely take a few steps before being blown back a dozen steps.
At this rate, he would only drift further away from Qin Piao's house, and he might never be able to return.
After this perilous experience, Luo Yang deeply realized how weak the Yin Spirit was in its initial stage.
If faced with a strong opponent capable of dealing with the Yin Spirit, like Zhang Jing, the weak Yin Spirit could be killed at any moment.
During his despair, Luo Yang suddenly found a way to return.