My Ability Pool is Superior

The Plague Doctor completely ignored the situation with Lu Bai, still approaching the crowd with elegant, slow steps.

As more and more people contracted the anomalous plague, many, no matter how terrified they were inside, were still driven by survival instinct to flee their bodies in the direction opposite to the Plague Doctor.

But more civilians did not step away to flee.

It was not that they were not afraid, but because they had learned intelligence about the Plague Doctor.

This was intelligence confirmed by the Action Department after paying extremely heavy casualties.

The moment you see the Plague Doctor, it actually means you have already been infected, and the disease manifesting is just a matter of time.

The reason you have not rotted like the crowd that approached the Plague Doctor is purely because the disease is still in the incubation period.

If you flee at this time, you would instead spread the plague to more people.

That has no meaning.

Rather than struggling to survive only to die in extreme agony, it is better to hope that the “Guardian God” can protect them under the anomalous threat.

But strictly speaking, it is hard to say how much hope the civilians truly held for such a thing; it was more like grasping at that fragile straw in the desperation of drowning.

Looking over the entire scene, thousands of civilians crowded the street, gazing expectantly at Lu Bai seated atop the armored vehicle.

To be honest, Lu Bai considered himself emotionally stable.

But when seeing so many people looking at him with hopeful gazes brimming with tears, it was hard to say he was not moved even a little.

It was worth noting that, although there were so many people, the scene was far quieter than imagined.

Beside the armored vehicle, Observer Chen’s recording equipment in hand was still faithfully recording everything before them.

In stark contrast to the deathly silence of the scene, the bullet comments in the livestream room had reached a frenzied peak since going live.

Billions of people continuously sent comments in the livestream room, trying to vent their irrepressible negative emotions.

“It’s over.”

“Who the hell did this? How did they provoke the Plague Doctor?!”

“Master Lu… is there no way?”

“Hahaha, I knew it, what Guardian God, it’s all a scam, humanity will eventually be wiped out by anomalies.”

“Everyone in Keshishan City, please stay safe.”

“(Hands clasped in prayer emoji)”

“(Hands clasped in prayer emoji)”

……

“Master Lu, do you think this will work?”

Captain Mao held an ancient porcelain bowl in his hand and asked rapidly.

Lu Bai was pinching his fingers and chanting incantation, without speaking, simply nodding his head to signal him to continue setting up.

Compared to the cumbersome altar setup of orthodox Dao Sect practices, the Maoshan Daoism granted by the Deathmatch System was simplified quite a bit.

And precisely because of this, it was not too difficult for Captain Mao to help set it up.

He first took a foldable small table from the large suitcase to serve as the altar table, then successively took out ink, cinnabar, and brush from a yellow cloth bag.

No time to observe how exquisite this small bowl was, he directly placed the bowl on the altar table, poured in ink and cinnabar, picked up the brush to stir the cinnabar and ink uniformly.

Then he took out another, almost identical porcelain bowl, poured in glutinous rice, and immediately stopped when it filled about one-third of the porcelain bowl.

Finally, he laid out the mat, lit three sticks of sandalwood incense, and placed four sheets of yellow paper.

After doing all this, Captain Mao stepped back, already drenched in sweat.

He did not know what use this had, and under such circumstances, it was inevitable to feel immense psychological pressure.

Lu Bai did not dawdle; after finishing chanting, he came to sit at the front of the altar table.

He lit three sticks of sandalwood incense and inserted them into the rice bowl, casually burned three sheets of yellow paper, used his right middle finger to draw on the ground, and silently recited the degree text.

After reciting, he pinched the last sheet of yellow paper between his index and middle fingers and flicked it toward the sky.

Immediately, this sheet of yellow paper seemed to come alive, floating gracefully above the altar table.

Lu Bai paused for a moment, then inserted his joined fingers into the porcelain bowl containing cinnabar and ink, dipping them lightly like a dragonfly touching water.

Then, facing the suspended yellow paper, he drew in the air, a faint golden light appearing at his fingertip, rotating up and down.

The actions were fluid and seamless, in an instant depicting an extraordinarily complex rune on the yellow paper.

The brush stroke shocked ghosts and gods!

In that instant, the yellow paper bloomed with golden light, radiating a warm sheen, with sandalwood incense overflowing.

Seeing this scene, the civilians inexplicably felt their minds settle, the panic and fear caused by the Plague Doctor’s appearance swept away.

Many were dumbfounded, some even directly knelt and cried out for Master Lu to bless them.

Lu Bai did not get distracted, focusing as he chanted: “Imperial decree upon decree, sun rises in the east, I grant the spirit talisman, universally sweeping away ill omens, mouth spits the fire of mountains and ranges, talisman flies with the light of gate capture, lifting anomalies across the heavens…”

After reciting, he raised his finger and pointed at the distant Plague Doctor.

Visually, this talisman paper seemed to suddenly enlarge, enveloping toward the Plague Doctor.

Buzz~

At this moment, it was as if some power struck a massive bell, deafening and resounding.

The crowd erupted in clamor; this transcendent performance almost gave everyone present full confidence.

Regrettably, the imagined scene of the Plague Doctor being slain on the spot under the talisman paper did not occur.

The talisman paper descended directly above the Plague Doctor, merely stalemating briefly before abruptly exploding.

The Plague Doctor acted as if nothing had happened, one hand holding the oil lamp, the other patting twice on his black trench coat that seemed soaked in wax.

“Interesting, can you do it again? Oh, I swear, this actually made me a bit uncomfortable.”

They had watched Lu Bai prepare for so long before performing this technique.

Yet after all that effort, it merely scratched the Plague Doctor’s itch.

Under the Plague Doctor’s exaggerated display, the crowd that had just felt a bit of joy began plummeting into despair.

Despair, deep despair, crawled onto every person’s heart like a bone-clinging maggot.

For this situation, Lu Bai was not too disappointed.

With the precedent of the Abomination, he had some mental preparation for the possibility that Maoshan Daoism would have no effect on the Plague Doctor.

“Then let’s try this.”

Lu Bai leaned down and took another sheet of yellow paper from the yellow cloth bag, repeating the process.

Of course, the more careful ones could notice.

This time, the process of drawing the talisman took a bit longer than the last.

“Heaven and earth thunder command, all laws quake, by Maoshan ancestor’s imperial decree, I respectfully invite the Three Ma True Lords to descend, with talisman as proof, incense as guide, thunder strikes here, swiftly bombard…”

Lu Bai hesitated a moment, then lowered his head to bite his fingertip, squeezing out a blood droplet and flicking it onto the suspended talisman paper before him.

He let out a long breath, joined his fingers aiming at the distant Plague Doctor: “…urgent as law command.”