The Evil Dragon quickly said, "Ancestor, don’t you rember? You were the one who guided the use of these cards. Otherwise, the ancient Tarot cards of the Western World would never be accurate, always missing a crucial point. With your guidance, they hit the mark precisely! Speaking of which, you are the legendary master of Tarot predictions in the modern world!"
Zuzi: "..."
Could she refuse to acknowledge such unworthy descendants?
The small card flipped deftly between Zuzi’s delicate fingers, her red lips slightly parted: "Do you seek freedom?"
The Evil Dragon coiled into a ball, nodding fervently: "Yes, yes, yes! Ancestor, please make it happen!"
"Alright then. I’ll grant your wish." Her delicate fingers steadied the card’s face, her red lips uttered a word, "Collect!"
The Evil Dragon was once again absorbed into the Tarot card’s surface.
The grave digging team behind watched, their eyes wide, perfectly embodying the expression "dumbfounded like a chicken."
Zuzi smiled gracefully, and in the next instant, the card in her hand flew like a dart, with a "whoosh—" sound, plunging straight into the soil.
It’s understandable if a sword or even a nail could be thrown into the ground, but a card?
Sothing so soft and light?
Could it really penetrate the soil???
The crowd didn’t dare to make a sound, looking at Zuzi with full of awe.
They actually really wanted to ask, Miss Zuzi, weren’t you here to save Mr. Bo? Why are you waving a card around? Aren’t you anxious about Mr. Bo’s safety underground?
However, no one dared to ask.
They all obediently waited.
After a brief mont.
A beam of white light burst from the ground, wobbled a bit, and landed steadily into Zuzi’s palm.
Was it still that card???
The crowd was too far to see any difference.
But Zuzi caressed the card, a slight smile on her lips: "Xiao Chenger, a life for a life, you can co back now."
If a special training team mber ca closer to look at that card, they’d probably faint in terror instantly.
Their beloved, deeply concerned Mr. Bo, was now depicted with a somber face, vividly drawn on the card’s surface.
He had replaced the Evil Dragon’s position!
Zuzi gently grasped his hand, and in the next mont, the man erged from the card, stepping on solid ground, his broad back blocking the sunlight, enveloping Zuzi in a cool shade.
She had brought him back.
The Evil Dragon took his place, sinking beneath the coffin, while she brought him out with a card.
The Evil Dragon gained freedom underground, while he regained freedom above.
As for this discarded Tarot card...
Zuzi blew a gentle breath, and the card’s surface instantly scattered into dust, disappearing in the cold wind...
"Mr. Bo!"
The previously dumbfounded crowd finally ca to life, looking with tearful eyes at the rejuvenated Bao Gucheng.
No matter how baffling, shocking, or incredible the scene they had just witnessed was, as long as their Mr. Bo was back, it was all that mattered!
Zuzi lightly stroked her fragrant cheeks and suddenly exclaid, "Ah, Ancestor almost forgot about this... um, it’s better if you don’t rember too much, to avoid unnecessary psychological burdens..."
Her fair hand waved gently in front of them.
It only took a brief mont.
"Mr. Bo..."
The crowd once again called out eagerly.
As if repeating the exact sa joy from earlier, but the shock and incredulity in their tone were erased.
They only knew Mr. Bo was back, unhard, having forgotten about any Tarot card or Evil Dragon.
Having done all this, Zuzi then gracefully turned, looking at Bao Gucheng: "Xiao Chenger..."
She was very satisfied with her arrangent of trading a life with the dragon’s, looking at the unhard man with indescribable happiness.
But why did the man seem a bit... unhappy?
"Xiao Chenger?"
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