Chapter 434: Epilogue (1)

Miss Qiu? What’s that supposed to mean?

The upright-saw burly man didn’t understand what Lu Yibei meant. He froze for a moment, stared at her, and his gaze gradually darkened. He said in a deep voice, “Playing tricks, are we? Since she’s not willing to cooperate, let’s just do what we discussed before… Shall we?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the psychic energy fluctuation around the woman in red suddenly trembled violently. The upright-saw burly man noticed her abnormality, turned to look, and saw her slowly raise her hand. A pale, withered hand reached out from beneath the crimson wedding dress, pointing at Lu Yibei.

Legend has it that Luo Hua Dong Nu was a girl infatuated with the mountain deity. She spent her days immersed in blissful fantasies, and because her beloved was a deity, she would never fall for any mortal man, only waiting for the deity to choose an auspicious day to marry her.

If she couldn’t wait for the mountain deity to wed her, she would go into a cave deep in the mountains, neither eating nor drinking, crying endlessly. She would cry until the leaves around the cave fell and all the flowers withered, then return home, only to die within a few days.

Lu Yibei’s witch type haunting core entity carried Lilith’s power. Although Lilith’s haunting legend and Luo Hua Dong Nu’s haunting legend were born in completely different environments and backgrounds, both were witch type hauntings, and the birth of their powers was related to “the bizarre and tragic death of a maiden.” In a way, their compatibility was exceptionally high.

If Luo Hua Dong Nu could devour Lu Yibei’s haunting core entity, her own haunting core entity would be greatly completed.

The woman in red sensed this the moment she came into contact with Lu Yibei, from the faintly bloody aura emanating from her psychic energy fluctuation.

She was craving Lu Yibei’s haunting core entity.

“Heh, I get it!” The upright-saw burly man read her intentions from the woman in red’s actions, sneered, and said, “You want her? That’s easy. As an exchange, once we get into Taoyuan, if there’s anything good, you get last pick.”

“Crack-!”

With a faint, crisp sound, the woman in red’s head tilted ninety degrees to the right, as if her neck had snapped. She cocked her head, silently stared at the upright-saw burly man for a few seconds, and softly responded.

“Mm!”

Lu Yibei was truly waiting for Miss Qiu to arrive. Half her attention was focused on sensing Miss Qiu’s distance, and the other small part was on the shadow, ready for the black figure to appear at any moment.

So much so that when the upright-saw burly man and the woman in red discussed how to deal with her, she didn’t react. Normally, she’d have thrown thirty-two pages of trash talk at them, criticizing their vile behavior of deciding others’ life and death so casually.

But now, she had to wait for Miss Qiu to come before she dared to straighten her back and speak loudly.

Without that world-malice-infused killer weapon as backup, she figured her chances against these three formidable hauntings were only twenty or thirty percent-about the same as attending her own funeral.

After Suolang Baima was injured by the Paper Cicada Immortal’s explosion, it was as if his evasion and luck stats had been reset to zero. In the ensuing fight, he barely showed the strength expected of an A+ level psychic.

Lu Yibei guessed that Suolang Baima ended up like that most likely because the eyeball added to Alchemical Bomb 3.0 contained blood infused with world malice, which had some effect.

And the blood from the eyeball added to Miss Qiu’s batch was dozens of times more than the small Alchemical Bomb, so the effect should be even more pronounced.

Twenty seconds.

About twenty seconds left before Miss Qiu could fly over…

But even with Miss Qiu here, the win rate was only about eighty percent. This time, I’m risking my life for that pesky little sister-this is true love, no doubt about it.

When it’s all over, I won’t ask her to repay me with servitude, but at least she should help me collect the alchemical materials needed for the Completion Potion, right? Lu Yibei thought.

As if realizing her master was about to face a fierce battle and that she herself probably wouldn’t get a chance to escape, the jacket quietly squirmed and transformed. From a little cape and short skirt, it changed into a black rubber full-body suit for easy movement, then, at Lu Yibei’s scolding, turned into a less exaggerated sports outfit.

A rubber full-body suit was absolutely out of the question-too embarrassing! And the fabric at the chest felt like it was about to burst, squeezing so tight it was hard to breathe. So uncomfortable! Lu Yibei thought.

Jacket, “…”

Then… Lady Witch, good luck! (ง-̀ㅂ-́)و

While Lu Yibei was waiting, the upright-saw burly man and the woman in red reached an agreement, then used some unknown secret method to pass a message to the Person in the Shadow behind her. In an instant, the three hauntings attacked her simultaneously.

“Wuuu-!”

A chilling wail came from beneath the red veil, a wave of coldness rushed forth. With the crying, something sinister and ominous, barely perceptible to the naked eye, was quietly brewing. The moisture and bloody scent in the air grew thicker.

The fog thickened, and visibility on the Taoyuan Bridge dropped at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Ahead, as if some heavy engine had suddenly started, a buzzing roar erupted, and a fierce wind stung her face.

In the blink of an eye, the upright-saw burly man lunged at Lu Yibei, his muscular, knotted arm swinging a massive fist. Accompanied by the sticky sound of flesh squirming, the gaping wound on his arm suddenly split open, and a sharp upright saw emerged from the wound, spinning rapidly.

Fifteen seconds…

Lu Yibei silently counted the time, retreating as she watched the arm covered in metal sawteeth sweep past her face and slam heavily into the ground, a deafening crash erupting.

The power imbued in those upright saws seemed to have a crushing effect similar to the Hundred-Armed Giant’s power, instantly slicing anything they touched into fist-sized cubes.

With a single blow, he smashed a hole over three or four meters in diameter straight through the several-meter-thick bridge deck.

If only I had fully mastered the Hundred-Armed Giant’s power, I could go head-to-head with him. Unfortunately, I can only suppress it for now, not use it… Lu Yibei thought.

As the bridge shattered, dust billowed, mixing with the thick fog and obscuring her vision.

Thirteen seconds…

Lu Yibei continued her countdown, two predictive thoughts flashing through her mind almost simultaneously.

[Three upright saws will shoot at you from ahead.]

[He will reveal himself from the shadow.]

No sooner had these predictions flashed through Lu Yibei’s mind than the sound of something tearing through the air exploded in her ears.

Three high-speed spinning upright saws shot toward her like some kind of strange hidden weapon, the power imbued in them slicing the dust and fog into blocks as fine cracks appeared, causing the haze to collapse in an instant.

Lu Yibei hurriedly retreated, her eyes fixed on the sturdy man’s gaze as she tried to use her charm ability. However, it had little effect; the upright-saw burly man was almost completely unaffected and continued charging at her with ferocious momentum.

“……”

She’d heard that aberrant types were single-minded and highly resistant to mental abilities, but she hadn’t expected it to be true!

Lu Yibei cursed inwardly, turning her gaze to the woman in red, about to use her charm ability, when the upright-saw burly man’s hulking figure suddenly barreled into view, charging like a maddened bull.

Seeing the upright-saw burly man getting closer, she quickly activated her movement technique, her steps shifting and alternating like a dance, Pure Lotus Sword sweeping in her hand as she performed a sword dance before her.

At the same time, several Paper Cicada Immortals descended from the sky, shielding her back. The moment the Person in the Shadow sent out his shadow blade, they flickered a few times, triggering a violent explosion.

Judging from the aura leaking from the psychic energy fluctuation, the woman in red was a rather sinister witch type, the upright-saw burly man a highly destructive aberrant type. Only the Person in the Shadow, who occasionally revealed himself from the shadow, left Lu Yibei uncertain of his methods, so she dared not rashly use Pure Lotus Sword to block his attacks.

Considering the shadow might have an intangible nature, she felt it was more reliable to defend with the Paper Cicada Immortal.

To defeat magic, sometimes you need magic-or even art!

“Clang-!”

“Boom-!”

The clash of sword and upright saw, and the explosion from the Paper Cicada Immortal colliding with the shadow blade, erupted almost simultaneously, merging into a single roar. A wave of heat surged from behind, and her palm throbbed with pain, as if her flesh had been torn apart.

Taking advantage of the blast’s shockwave to gain distance, Lu Yibei expressionlessly switched Pure Lotus Sword from her right hand to her left.

This Gu Qianqian really has some skill, slippery as an eel, and can stay calm even at a time like this. But just that alone is far from enough… The upright-saw haunting frowned, a ferocious grin appearing on his scarred face.

Nine, eight…

Lu Yibei had just counted two numbers in her mind when another predictive thought flashed through her head.

After predicting the actions of the upright-saw burly man and the Person in the Shadow, her gaze sharpened as she gripped Pure Lotus Sword tightly and readied herself with caution.

However…

This time, just as Lu Yibei flicked her sword upward to deflect the incoming upright saw, the woman in red’s crying suddenly intensified. With that heart-wrenching wail, a wave of coldness, as if alive, spread from the thick fog and wrapped itself around Lu Yibei’s body.

That chill was somewhat similar to the eerie aura emitted by the core entity of a witch type haunting, but different: the core entity’s chill carried a strong scent of blood, while this coldness, seemingly from the woman in red, exuded a power of decay and withering.

Contaminated by that chill, Lu Yibei immediately felt a wave of weakness. The flow of psychic energy in her body became sluggish, and all her joints seemed to have aged severely in just a few breaths, creaking painfully with every movement.

Lu Yibei, “……”

Damn it, why now…

Could this be the legendary, long casting time before the ultimate move?

The woman in red’s curse-like ability struck Lu Yibei without warning, far more effective than the destructive attacks of the upright-saw burly man and the Person in the Shadow.

Her predictive ability didn’t even react.

From psychic energy fluctuation to a full-body weakening of her physical functions, Lu Yibei’s control over her own strength fell into brief chaos.

As if already knowing Lu Yibei would have an abnormality at this exact moment, the Person in the Shadow’s hand, shrouded in black mist, suddenly reached out from the shadow beneath her feet, delivering a sharp hand chop to her ankle.

Just as Lu Yibei had guessed, the Person in the Shadow’s attack was indeed special-this strike actually passed straight through her flesh and landed directly on her bone.

“Crack-!”

With the crisp sound of bone shattering, pain shot through her ankle. Lu Yibei’s eyes widened, her pupils trembling, her body staggering.

The upright-saw burly man caught the flaw Lu Yibei exposed, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes. His thick arm swung forward, sending three upright saws buzzing toward her from different angles, delivering a vicious blow.

“Pfft-!”

The upright saws, spinning at high speed with tearing and slicing force, grazed past Lu Yibei’s back. She first felt her jacket twitch and spasm, then a wave of searing pain and hot blood gushed out.

Two ferocious wounds, each over ten centimeters long, appeared on her back. Crimson blood spread like ink, staining her clothes red.

Jacket, “……”

It hurts! _(´ཀ`” ∠)_

The agony from her back made Lu Yibei’s steps falter. Her body, moving at high speed, suddenly seemed to lose momentum, tilting toward the ground, about to fall.

At that moment, her gaze sharpened, her mind moved, and the five hundred Paper Cicada Immortals she’d kept in reserve suddenly sprang into action.

Twenty Paper Cicada Immortals swooped down, supporting her body and suspending her in midair. Skimming along the bridge surface, they deftly carried her out of danger.

“Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-!”

The sound of splitting air was endless. The remaining four hundred and eighty Paper Cicada Immortals split into three groups, rushing at the three hauntings.

“Boom-!”

Flames erupted, a violent explosion roared, and the Taoyuan Bridge shook violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

The massive explosion triggered by all four hundred and eighty Paper Cicada Immortals bought Lu Yibei precious time, letting her widen the distance from the three hauntings.

Six, five, four, three, two…

After silently counting down five numbers, she steadied herself against a stone pillar, looked back at the three hauntings in pursuit, narrowed her eyes, a sly glint flashing in her gaze, her pale lips parting slightly.

“One, you’re here!”

“???”

Seeing “Gu Qianqian,” who had been under constant pressure, suddenly stop and say something inexplicable, the three hauntings were all stunned.

Did she lose her mind under the pressure?

The next moment, a sudden gust of wind appeared. With it, a figure landed between the three hauntings and Lu Yibei.

It was a plain-looking, short, slightly plump woman, with a pale, vacant face, dressed in a brightly colored red and green floral outfit. She looked clumsy yet adorable, especially festive.

“……”

Did “Gu Qianqian” call for reinforcements?

Heh, so what if she did? Three against two, we still have the advantage.

The upright-saw burly man weighed the situation briefly, exchanged glances with the woman in red and the Person in the Shadow, and continued his charge. In a flash, he was beside “Miss Qiu.” Just then, Lu Yibei suddenly called out.

“Hey, Miss Qiu, it’s time to get married!”

With that, she leapt backward, off the bridge, her body plummeting in free fall. Then she spread her arms, and the twenty Paper Cicada Immortals that had followed her caught her, gliding her toward the riverbank like a bird spreading its wings.

Seeing “Gu Qianqian” jump off the bridge to escape, the three hauntings instinctively chased a few steps forward. At that moment, a brilliant light suddenly shone from Miss Qiu’s chest behind them.

In a breath, the light spread over Miss Qiu’s entire body.

Suddenly, the bridge shook, and the world fell into dead silence.

In the silence, terrifying psychic energy fluctuation erupted with intense heat, mercilessly ravaging the surrounding air, violently contracting toward a single point.

A chilling sense of crisis quietly rose in the minds of the three hauntings.

After a brief contraction, the psychic energy in the air seemed to tense for a split second, then, with a mountainous crash, fire began to spread.

“Boom-!”

The bridge shook violently, steel and concrete roaring, breaking apart.

The three hauntings had no time to react before they were swept into a scorching storm filled with the world’s malice, as if, along with the shattered concrete and steel of the Taoyuan Bridge, they were thrown into a giant, burning mixer, their bodies spinning, tearing, and colliding madly.

Under the world’s malice, every collision, burn, and tear struck their vital points with unerring precision-there was no way to dodge…

In less than a minute, the psychic energy fluctuation of the three hauntings disappeared from Lu Yibei’s psychic sense.

–

Two minutes later.

On the riverbank several hundred meters away from the Taoyuan Bridge.

Lu Yibei watched the purple-red flames on the Taoyuan Bridge shrink violently, then rise into a dazzling mushroom cloud radiating terrifying psychic energy fluctuations. She thought of an old Yugoslav film called “The Bridge” and couldn’t help but sigh.

“So tragic!”

Mm, I’m talking about the bridge…

People, or rather hauntings, are guilty, but the bridge is innocent. A perfectly good river-crossing bridge, destroyed by those three bastards-how tragic.

I wonder if selling the core entity of their haunting will be enough to repair the bridge. If it is, maybe I’ll take a little less this time… Lu Yibei thought seriously.

A moment later, as her nerves relaxed from their highly tense state, the pain from the wound on her back and the shattered bones in her ankle gradually intensified.

“Ugh, damn it, it hurts…”

Sweating profusely, Lu Yibei collapsed on the riverbank, letting out a series of groans with a blank expression. As she spoke, her psychic sense suddenly trembled, as if a spiderweb had suddenly tightened around its prey. She looked up, and her pupils contracted sharply.

“!!!”

There’s more?

Aren’t these guys afraid of dying?

Damn, if I’d known, I would’ve brought “Flower Thousand Trees” with me this time.

Lu Yibei’s face turned a shade paler.

In just about five minutes, more than a dozen dark figures had gathered at the ruined head of the Taoyuan Bridge, and their numbers were still increasing.

Although after the three powerful hauntings, there were no more hauntings or psychics with psychic energy fluctuations above A-, Lu Yibei still understood the saying: enough ants can kill an elephant.

What’s more, those psychics and hauntings weren’t ants, but a pack of blood-scenting hounds, and at best, she was just a wounded elephant.

“……”

After calmly thinking, pondering a bit, and analyzing rationally, Lu Yibei came to a conclusion.

Maybe… I should just slip away first?

–

In a haze of chaos, Gou Meng’s consciousness drifted like a ghost, gradually forgetting the past and the future, forgetting where she was, and even forgetting her own existence.

Having shed the burden accumulated over centuries by the Fusang divine tree, her psychic energy was left as pure essence, not yet able to fully form into power, and insufficient to condense itself.

In a daze, she seemed to hear Grandpa Turtle calling her name, but when she listened closely, she only heard a vague, indistinct whisper.

It felt like someone had called her by the wrong name, unable to elicit even the slightest response from her-or rather, from her power.

–

Deep within Taoyuan.

Grandpa Turtle crouched in front of a massive pit, psychic energy surging and burning within him, his voice booming with a soul-shaking resonance as he tried again and again to awaken Gou Meng.

“In the first month of spring, its deity is Gou Mang…”

“In the first month of spring, its deity is Gou Mang. The remaining spring months are the same. The holy deity succeeds to the heavenly position, with the virtue of wood ruling the world, bringing merit to the people.”

“…bringing merit to the people.”

After reciting Gou Mang’s power dozens of times, Grandpa Turtle saw that the slumbering Gou Meng still showed no reaction. He fell silent in thought for a moment, then began to recite Shao Siming’s power.

“Entering without words, leaving without farewell, riding the returning wind, bearing the cloud banner…”

“…The hall is full, oh beauty, suddenly you alone meet my gaze.”

“……”

A few minutes later, feeling his psychic energy about to run dry, Grandpa Turtle slowly exhaled a turbid breath, adjusted himself for a moment, and continued chanting.

Just then, a dark shadow suddenly fell from the sky and landed beside him.

Grandpa Turtle turned to look, and when he saw who it was, his heart tightened and he sprang up, his expression on high alert.

Standing before the massive pit was a half-human, half-bird monster. It looked like a hatchling that had just broken out of the egg of some giant bird, its body covered in pitch-black feathers. From beneath the messy, sparse plumage protruded three thick human arms, and a long bony tail trailed behind it.

Black feathers, three legs, bony tail… these were all features of Fuyang.

A haunting bearing Fuyang’s traits had suddenly appeared here, and the Patron was now completely defenseless-this could be a huge problem!

No, even if it costs me this old life, I must protect the Patron! Grandpa Turtle thought.

Sensing Grandpa Turtle’s psychic energy suddenly intensify, and seeing the murderous intent flash in his lantern-like eyes, Mao Sanyou was startled and hurriedly shouted, “Don’t attack, don’t attack, we’re on the same side!”

“Who’s on the same side with you?!” Grandpa Turtle let out a low roar like muffled thunder, slamming a front foot toward Mao Sanyou, shaking the ground.

Mao Sanyou scrambled to dodge Grandpa Turtle’s attack and shouted loudly, “Sir, don’t hit me! I really am on your side! I’m not with Crow Slave and the others, I’m a genuine descendant of Fuyang-how could I possibly harm my own aunt?”

“I’m here to help, not to cause trouble.”

Descendant of Fuyang… Grandpa Turtle was stunned for a moment, his huge eyes sizing up Mao Sanyou, then slowly lowered his raised foreleg and said in a low voice, “At most, a distant relation…”

Mao Sanyou, “…”

Damn, how do you two, master and servant haunting, manage to be so consistent in your statements!

“But…” Grandpa Turtle looked Mao Sanyou up and down again, hesitating to speak.

After pondering for a moment, Grandpa Turtle collected his thoughts and steered the conversation back on track. “You say you’re here to help? Could it be you have a way to wake the Patron?”

“I don’t have a way…” Mao Sanyou said weakly, making Grandpa Turtle frown and abandon his plan to be mysterious, speeding up his speech. “But I know that what you just did not only can’t wake her up, it might even harm her.”

“What do you mean?” Grandpa Turtle asked in a deep voice.

“……”

As if suddenly recalling some unbearable memory, Mao Sanyou’s expression dimmed. After a moment of silence, he sighed quietly, “My father was killed in just such a way.”

Father? Shouldn’t it be mother… Never mind, that’s not important! Grandpa Turtle grumbled inwardly, then nodded, “Go on.”

Mao Sanyou glanced at the bottom of the deep pit, then continued, “Back then, my father gave up Fuwu’s power and left here. He went through a stage similar to what Aunt is experiencing now. Later, it was because Crow Slave and the other old familiars kept praying and chanting his power’s description that he finally woke up…”

Hearing this, Grandpa Turtle was completely confused. “According to what you said, wasn’t my approach just now the right one?”

“Can you let me finish!” Mao Sanyou rolled his eyes. “Do you know what happened after my father woke up?”

“No, I don’t,” Grandpa Turtle said blankly.

“Exactly!” Mao Sanyou straightened up proudly. “After my father woke up, he found that the power he’d already given up had mostly returned, and the original corrupting force hadn’t dissipated at all-in fact, it had grown even stronger.”

“So…”

“So what?” Grandpa Turtle pressed anxiously.

“Ah-!” Mao Sanyou looked at Grandpa Turtle and let out a long, sorrowful sigh. “To prevent himself from falling and causing irreversible harm, on the thirty-third year after he woke up, one night, my father asked my mother to devour the core entity of his haunting…”

Grandpa Turtle, “……”

“To be honest, ever since I can remember, my father was always tormented by illnesses brought on by the corrupting force. I suppose he just couldn’t bear it anymore, so he made that choice,” Mao Sanyou said with a bitter smile.

“This…” Grandpa Turtle was momentarily speechless.

With his considerable experience, after hearing Mao Sanyou’s story, Grandpa Turtle quickly figured out what had happened with Fuyang.

A deity growing stronger or falling due to the belief of familiars wasn’t particularly rare. Although Fuyang’s case was a bit special, it still fit the pattern.

If they kept using the old power descriptions to call Gou Meng, Fuyang’s tragedy might well repeat itself in her.

But…

Now, surrounded on all sides, who knows how much longer the people of Taoyuan can hold out? If the Patron can’t wake up in time, how can the crisis be resolved? Grandpa Turtle worried.

“……”

Still, he couldn’t figure out how the dead girl the Patron mentioned ended up married with children.

–

On the ruined Taoyuan Bridge.

Lu Yibei and dozens of psychics and hauntings stood on opposite sides of the broken bridge, confronting each other.

Yes, in the end, she didn’t choose to run-not because she didn’t want to, but because she felt she couldn’t escape.

Not long ago, out on the plains outside Dream Come True Entertainment City, she’d secretly sworn a vicious oath: if she ever found herself in a similar situation again, unless someone broke her legs, she’d run without hesitation. She never expected her words to come true.

Tonight, faced with a similar situation, her legs really had been broken.

Not only that, her back had been sawed open by a vertical saw, leaving two wounds over ten centimeters long, deep enough to expose bone.

“If you’ve got the guts, come over here! Let’s see if I, Gu Qianqian, blow you all to bits today!” Lu Yibei shouted at the dozens of psychics and hauntings on the other side of the broken bridge.

“Blow us up?” A short haunting wrapped in black dog skin sized up the twenty Paper Cicada Immortals circling Lu Yibei, then growled, “You think those things are enough? Sure, we’re not as strong as those three from earlier, but we’ve got numbers!”

“Yeah! There’s a lot of us-if we all rush her, she won’t be able to fight us off!”

“That’s right! Let’s go, everyone together!” The black dog skin haunting growled and charged forward a short distance, but when he didn’t hear footsteps behind him, he turned and asked, “Hey, why aren’t you all coming with me?”

A group of psychics and hauntings, “…”

“Heh!” Lu Yibei sneered, “I suppose some of you saw it from the shadows just now-the giant Paper Cicada Immortal came flying down from the sky.”

“To be honest, that thing isn’t easy to carry around, so I have them circling within a two-kilometer radius above. Whenever I want, I can call them over. If you don’t believe me, feel free to try your luck.”

After speaking, Lu Yibei discreetly wiped the sweat from her palm onto her jacket.

“Whenever you want? Like hell we’ll believe you!” a dark-skinned psychic shouted. “Don’t listen to her nonsense, everyone! Keeping such a huge Paper Cicada Immortal circling high above-never mind whether the cicada itself can handle it, Gu Qianqian herself would collapse from the psychic energy drain first!”

“That’s right, she’s definitely bluffing!” someone echoed, and the group of psychics and hauntings immediately grew restless.

Seeing this, Lu Yibei’s heart pounded like a drum. Luckily, her face couldn’t show normal expressions, so she didn’t give herself away. She was truly embodying the phrase: looks calm as an old dog, but actually panicking inside.

Staring at the crowd of psychics and hauntings across the broken bridge, Lu Yibei silently took a deep breath to steady herself, then let out a cold laugh with a blank face.

“Heh!”

After that cold laugh, she said nothing more, simply unleashing her charm ability to the fullest.

She worried that, at a moment like this, if she opened her mouth, she’d blurt out something like “Spare me, heroes!” and ruin all her previous posturing.

“…”

The psychics and hauntings saw “Gu Qianqian” across the broken bridge fall silent, as if showing a “can’t be bothered to waste words, come try if you dare!” attitude, and fell into silence themselves.

As the saying goes, even a dead tiger’s power lingers.

What “Gu Qianqian” had done today had already spread, and some had witnessed her use that giant Paper Cicada Immortal to triple-kill Class A Hauntings. Not knowing her true strength, for a moment, not a single psychic or haunting dared to cross the broken bridge and risk their lives.

What if…?

Just as the psychics and hauntings hesitated, a commotion suddenly arose from the rear of the main group. Looking toward the noise, several figures in gray-white robes were quickly pushing their way to the edge of the broken bridge.

Seeing the “Flower of Miracle” embroidered on their robes, Lu Yibei’s right eyelid twitched violently, and she cursed inwardly.

Damn it, why are these iron-headed fools still not wiped out!? Lu Yibei thought.

In this situation, other psychics and hauntings might be intimidated by her “tyranny” and hesitate, letting her stall for enough time. But the Miracle Order guys wouldn’t care about any of that.

In fact, even if Lu Yibei really had those terrifying self-destructing Paper Cicada Immortals on hand, they’d still charge forward for a shot at a miracle.

What if they didn’t get blown up?

Watching the Miracle Order followers trying to cross the broken bridge chasm, Lu Yibei raised her hand to slap her forehead, frowning deeply.

“…”

Damn it, once they come over and fight me, won’t I be completely exposed?

Is it too late to join the Miracle Order now?

Heavenly Father above, I, Gu Qianqian, am willing to join the Miracle Order, praying for a miracle to save my life!

Lu Yibei thought secretly, and just then, the neighing of horses suddenly came from the nearby hillside. Over a dozen Midnight Watchers Society operators, following a “white horse” clad in silver armor, charged over.

After Lu Yibei held Taoyuan Bridge for nearly two hours, Jiang Li finally finished her own task and arrived with a group of Midnight Watchers Society operators.

Lu Yibei, “…”

Did a miracle really just happen?

Uh, well…

When swearing to join the Miracle Order, using someone else’s name probably doesn’t count, right?