Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 208 Ye Wanlan: Retreat! [2 Updates]

Chapter 208: 208 Ye Wanlan: Retreat! [2 Updates]

"Alright, the lord has commanded: Jiang Xulin must vanish from this world within three days," the young man said coldly. "It’s best if we can complete the task ahead of time; that’s the only way to be promoted by the lord."

Even he didn’t understand why their lord was so obsessed with destroying Shenzhou’s intangible cultural heritage.

Other than being aesthetically pleasing and having collectible value, what use could Su embroidery possibly have?

The young man couldn’t figure it out, but since the order had been given, he would, of course, follow through.

After the group finished their communication, the young man received another call without caller ID.

"Have you found out who founded Pulling the Sky Company?" the voice on the phone asked.

"Sorry, my lord, not yet," the young man felt somewhat ashamed. "The security of Pulling the Sky Company is very strict; we can’t infiltrate it, and Jiang Xulin often stays inside the company and seldom comes out."

The person didn’t speak.

The young man hurriedly added, "However, your subordinate has found another high-ranking employee of Pulling the Sky Company close to Jiang Xulin—she’s the recently returned heiress of the Fang Family of Jiangcheng."

"The Fang Family of Jiangcheng?" the person spoke faintly, "These families of Jiangcheng have only become prominent in the last few decades due to the development of new industries, not worthy of concern. Just focus on Jiang Xulin."

As the last living inheritor of the Su embroidery craft, Jiang Xulin’s significance was immense.

"Understood!" A flash of murderous intent swept across the young man’s eyes. "As per your instruction, we will ensure Jiang Xulin and his parents share the same fate, ending in a car accident."

**

Meanwhile, at the Lin Family home.

"Ah Lan, you need to rest well too. You’ve become too thin from exhaustion," Lin Huaijin spoke with pity, "The medicinal soup is already stewing. You’ll feel rejuvenated after having some."

"Thank you, Uncle," Ye Wanlan smiled. "I will listen to you."

But indeed, she didn’t dare to rest.

Because of the hatred for the country and the family, she could not afford to forget even for a moment.

She didn’t know if the events of three hundred years ago would recur, but she knew she had to be prepared in advance for anything.

Going against the current, one must forge ahead or be swept back.

She constantly reminded herself to make the most of every minute and every second, to waste none.

"Hey, do you think I don’t know what’s on your mind?" said Lin Huaijin helplessly. "Do you know that when you lie, you look just like your father? You are both stubborn and never heed advice."

Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she said softly, "Uncle, please tell me more about my father."

"When your aunt and I were born, our family’s business in Jiangcheng had not yet started, and life was very difficult," Lin Huaijin recalled. "Your grandmother was too busy to care for the family, so it was your father who took care of us."

Ye Wanlan listened quietly.

"Your father was not even five years old at the time, but he was already a little adult," Lin Huaijin continued. "Sigh, we’ve been searching for so many years, where on earth could he have gone."

The living room fell silent until the ring of a cellphone broke the quiet.

After Ye Wanlan answered the call, she immediately stood up: "Uncle, I need to handle something for work."

"Hey, wait!" Lin Huaijin couldn’t stop her, "This child, rushing off to work again."

"Children have their own fortunes; stop worrying," Khor Peiqing advised. "She’ll definitely be hungry when she gets back. Let’s prepare some late-night snacks."

**

Outside, Ye Wanlan met Fang Qingli, and they headed together to Pulling the Sky Company to handle affairs.

The big screen at the city center suddenly changed, the advertisements vanished, replaced by a news broadcast.

"Breaking news from Little Gold Mountain. A car has lost control. Please, citizens in the area, evacuate as quickly as possible!"

"Sister Lan, isn’t that Jiang Xulin’s license plate number?" Fang Qingli’s face changed as she blurted out.

Ye Wanlan’s pupils narrowed, and after a glance with Fang Qingli, she instantly understood what was happening.

Five years ago, Jiang Xulin’s parents had perished in a car accident.

There were no traces of human interference on the scene; all evidence pointed to an accident.

How could there be such a coincidence that Jiang Xulin’s car was also having problems now?

Although Jiang Xulin was a bit hot-tempered, he was definitely not rash, and certainly wouldn’t be racing on Little Gold Mountain at this time.

"Yes, someone has made their move, but we don’t yet know how they lured Jiang Xulin to Little Gold Mountain," Ye Wanlan spoke, "We must get there now. Any delay could be disastrous."

Fang Qingli’s expression was also gravely serious.

Just then, a sports car came to a sudden stop.

"Yo, where are you two rushing off to?" Fang Qingye rolled down the window, whistling, "Need a ride? Seriously, little sister, did you see this car of your second brother?"

He patted the car, a touch of pride barely concealed: "This converted Bugatti Veyron—one of just three in the world, with a top speed of 450km/h. Quite impressive, isn’t it?"

"We’re in a hurry to chase someone," Fang Qingli said anxiously. "My friend’s car is out of control, and we can’t figure out what’s going on or get in touch with him."

Fang Qingye frowned: "The news report just now, was it about your friend? Don’t take offense, but that road on Little Gold Mountain—if a car loses control there, there’s only one outcome: death. Even if you go now, it’s—"

Ye Wanlan cut to the chase: "Get out."

"Why should I get out?" Fang Qingye was puzzled and a bit annoyed. "If I get out, how will we chase him? You can’t mean to rely on you—"

Before he could finish, Ye Wanlan had already pulled him out of the driver’s seat.

"Boom!"

The gas pedal was floored, and the modified Bugatti Veyron roared away in an instant.

The speed instantly went from 0 to 300 km/h, and the car vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Hey!" Fang Qingye, accustomed to big scenes, was also startled, "Don’t drive so fast, someone could get killed driving like that!"

But looking around, there was no sign of the Bugatti Veyron.

Fang Qingye turned his head, "Who taught her to drive like that? Does she even have a driver’s license? I don’t want to deal with car repairs, and you should have stopped her."

"How could I possibly stop Sister Lan?" Fang Qingli made a face, "Be secretly delighted that Sister Lan is driving your car. Also, Sister Lan says that if she can save someone, she definitely will."

Fang Qingye pressed his temples, "Let’s not talk about that now, hurry and find another car, let’s go and see what the situation is."

**

At this moment, the area around Little Gold Mountain was already under martial law.

"Can we intercept the vehicle?"

"We can’t stop it! That car has already entered the high-risk area, with our driving skills, we can’t even get up there."

Down at the foot of the mountain, many people looked upwards.

Unfortunately, it was in the dead of night, and nothing could be seen in the pitch black, only the occasional roar of a car could be heard.

"Boom—Boom—"

At that moment, a car suddenly charged past the police line and entered Little Gold Mountain, so fast that everyone was caught off guard.

The car’s speed had already reached its maximum—450 km/h, the wind was so fierce it hurt just to face it.

Yet Ye Wanlan’s gaze remained incredibly calm, and her foot did not leave the accelerator.

Finally, after a few minutes, she saw the shadow of another car.

Ye Wanlan slammed on the brakes hard, violently accelerating the Bugatti Veyron once again.

The speed was off the charts, tires screeching against the ground with high-speed friction.

"Boom—Bang!"

Success, the car was stopped!

Ye Wanlan slowly exhaled, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Jiang Xulin’s Aston Martin was completely wrecked, the doors severely deformed.

"What’s the situation?"

In such a critical situation, someone appeared and saved Jiang Xulin?!

"Jiang Xulin is alive, initiate Plan B," the young man pressed his earpiece, his voice laced with unmistakable lethality, "The person who saved him must be eliminated as well!"

Being too far to see clearly, he couldn’t make out what this sudden rescuer looked like.

But just with their driving skills alone, they were already enough to top the world.

They must not be allowed to live!

"Clang!"

Ye Wanlan promptly detached the car door; beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breath was somewhat disheveled.

Clearly, to stop Jiang Xulin’s car, she had expended a vast amount of energy.

But at this moment, there was no time to rest, for she smelled the pungent scent of gasoline.

Ye Wanlan surveyed the interior of the car with a cool gaze, dragged Jiang Xulin out, and quickly moved to a spot five meters away.

Then, the next second—

"Boom!"

There was an explosion, flames shot into the sky, and the Aston Martin was blown to smithereens.

If they were even a moment later, the result would have been both the car and people destroyed.

"Wake up," Ye Wanlan stuffed a pill into Jiang Xulin’s mouth, "Can you walk?"

Jiang Xulin’s mind was in utter chaos, "I, I..."

He struggled to his feet, his hands still shaking.

He was nearly on his way to meet King Yama.

"If you can walk, that’s good enough, brain and verbal abilities aren’t important right now," Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "The other party hasn’t shown up yet, let’s go first."

Jiang Xulin, dizzy and confused, instinctively nodded and followed Ye Wanlan’s steps.

However, the escape route was also blocked at that moment.

Ye Wanlan’s ears twitched; she remained calm and collected as she took out a face cover and put it on, and adjusted her cap’s brim lower to hide her face but not obstruct her vision.

"Are there, like, people?" Jiang Xulin’s expression changed, "They’re coming for me, you go, I reckon I can’t, can’t walk..."

Ye Wanlan said coldly, "Shut up."

Jiang Xulin was stunned, still not fully comprehending the situation when he saw the girl slowly pulling out a sword from the zither case.

A sword in a zither case instead of a zither?!

Ye Wanlan raised her head, "Step back, I only repeat myself once."