Chapter 1753: Script

Chapter 1753: Chapter 1753: Script

Qing·Lv·Shi temporarily adjusted its plan, intending to sacrifice some benefits and have the Red, Yellow, and Blue tribes rush over ahead of time—ideally arriving as soon as possible—then join forces to deal with this batch of humans.

Of course, it absolutely couldn’t let those tribes know that the cow had actually been snatched by its own tribe from under Blue and Yellow’s noses.

It would just say... that this cow suddenly broke into its own ranch and attracted a bunch of low-level civilization humans.

The damage to one of its ranches was ready-made evidence.

As long as those tribes didn’t get suspicious, then there would be no problem.

Of course, the risk involved was actually extremely high.

However, it had no choice but to do this.

Because it had to get rid of Long Aotian as quickly as possible. Its own Life Line was already clutched in Long Aotian’s hand—if the other side harbored any malice and decided to attack its Life Line, it currently had no way to stop it.

Dammit!

Qing·Lv·Shi couldn’t help cursing!

There was one more point: it absolutely had to hide the fact that its Life Line was being held in a human’s hand. Otherwise, the lords of the other tribes would never let such a chance slip by; in the end, Qing·Lv·Shi’s crisis would only multiply, and the future trouble would be endless.

Dammit!

Qing·Lv·Shi couldn’t help cursing again.

But it didn’t dare make another sound, nor did it dare directly pass on its orders to its subordinates. Instead, it sent a written command.

The green-eyed one beside it received the order and quickly relayed it.

Just then, before Qing·Lv·Shi could breathe a sigh of relief, it heard from the Life Line side the voice of that devil-like Long Aotian.

"Old Green, I’m finding you’re not very honest, huh? Sneaking around behind my back again, doing things?"

Qing·Lv·Shi’s whole body went rigid.

After a brief stiff pause, it opened its mouth and squeezed out a sentence: "Lord Long Aotian, you’re mistaken. I’m not doing anything in secret."

But it also realized how feeble that explanation sounded.

For a moment, Qing·Lv·Shi actually felt a little awkward.

Ji You sat on Old Yellow Bull’s head, her tone suddenly dropping as she said, "You really don’t want me visiting your place that badly?"

Qing·Lv·Shi fell silent for a second and said, "No, you’re very welcome."

Ji You narrowed her eyes and said, "So your so-called welcome is... arranging a bunch of enemies for me?"

Qing·Lv·Shi couldn’t help being startled!

Dammit!

She found out in advance again?

How on earth did she know?

Meanwhile, Ji You was perched on Old Yellow Bull’s head, back leaning against one of its hard horns, one foot resting on its ear. She was humming a little tune off and on, and in her hand she held a slip of paper. On it were a few lines, the handwriting wild and dazzling, full of momentum.

—Written by He Bi.

Of course, what was written on this slip wasn’t all thought up by He Bi alone. It was the combined wisdom of everyone—each person wrote a segment, then handed it to Ji You, for her to improvise with depending on the situation, to fool and numb the enemy.

Ahem...

In other words, everyone discussed and agreed to design a "plot," then send Ji You to act it out. Ji You, having already succeeded in, ah, learning from Senior He Bi’s Spiritual Silk being parasitized and generating a few black marks on it, put what she’d learned into practice. With the full support of the Six Spiritual Threads, she managed to reproduce the trick and leave several marks on that Life Line.

Through these marks, Ji You could follow the trail to find the other party’s Life Line and use spiritual power to communicate with it. However—

With her current capability, she absolutely couldn’t monitor the other party’s conversations in real time. Not only that, for Ji You to communicate with Qing·Lv·Shi via the marks, Qing·Lv·Shi had to be actively focusing its attention on the Life Line; only then could she hear its voice.

Qing·Lv·Shi obviously knew none of this.

The combat doctrine the group had absorbed from Teacher Mu Jianling had always been: achieve the greatest results at the smallest cost.

So—

Everyone gathered together, discussed, and decided to make full use of the enemy’s fear, continually prodding it, throwing it into complete panic, making it keep blundering, and ideally scaring it to death outright!

Thus, a wonderful play was staged on the spot.

Director: He Bi.

Lead actress: Ji You.

Screenwriters: Sheng Qingyan, Liu Fufeng, Chu Jiaojiao... seven people in total.

Then—

When the action plan was handed to Ji You, it was boiled down to just a few key lines, with the rest left to her to improvise according to the situation.

First line: [I heard that, you know.]

No need to guess—the writer for this bit was Sheng Qingyan.

Second line: [You’re not very honest, sneaking around behind my back again.]

This line made Ji You slightly surprised, because it was actually written by the honest guy, Shen Changqing.

Third line: [You don’t welcome me, and you even arrange a bunch of enemies for me?]

Screenwriter: Chu Jiaojiao.

Now, Ji You had only acted up to the third "scene," and the enemy was already in total panic. If she kept going, who knew what would happen to the other side?

Qing·Lv·Shi was indeed completely rattled at this point. It had only one thought now: kill Long Aotian as soon as possible!

Any of these humans could be allowed to live, but this human, Long Aotian, had to die!

Keeping her around was like a hidden bomb for Qing·Lv·Shi, one that could blow it into dust at any time.

Its expression shifted unpredictably. Qing·Lv·Shi forced its voice to calm down and explained, "You’re mistaken. I didn’t notify the other tribes. My relations with the other tribes are far from harmonious, and they have no reason to help me."

"Oh?" Ji You lifted a brow lightly and said, "Since Old Green says so, I’ll believe you."

As her words fell, He Bi’s voice came through the communicator: "Ahead, we’ve discovered a large grid-zone."

Ji You: "???"

Ji You’s voice halted. She asked, "Are you sure? How far?"

Ever since the Black Fog dispersed and, under Ji You’s threat, Qing·Lv·Shi opened up the roadblocks, the spaceship’s internal network could be used again—but the range was very small, less than a thousand meters. Once past that range, all signals would still cut off rapidly.

He Bi and the others were inside the spaceship; Ji You alone sat on the cow’s head. The distance between them happened to fall within the signal coverage.

He Bi said, "At our current speed, we’ll enter that grid-zone in about five minutes. Also—along all three directions where we can change course, each has a squad of enemy currently rushing toward us at high speed. Now, which path do we take?"

The other three directions would definitely encounter enemies. Unknown enemies meant huge uncertainty.

But—

The grid-zone was essentially a cage. Even though they already had a way to deal with that cage, what if this grid-zone’s properties were different?

Wouldn’t they be walking right into a trap then, courting death?

On hearing this, Ji You’s eyes sank.

He Bi didn’t rush her, leaving the decision to her.