Lu Yibei was montarily stunned as she watched the three-foot-long white silk sash pass over the beam, only reacting after a mont that the woman was attempting to hang herself.
With a light kick of her embroidered shoes, the octagonal wooden stool fell to the ground with a thud, and her voluptuous, alluring figure instantly plumted downwards.
However, just as she had fallen halfway, before the three-foot-long white silk sash could tighten, a pair of tender, slender white hands appeared beneath her feet.
Although Lu Yibei felt that the beautiful woman's life or death had nothing to do with her...
As a seasoned double agent, she knew very well that a double agent either ruthlessly sabotaged one side to satisfy the other, or ruthlessly sabotaged both sides, not giving them a chance to recover and deal with her. The most taboo thing was to be indecisive like the woman.
If you can't be ruthless enough to harm others, then you're harming yourself, and dying is not an injustice.
However, watching soone commit suicide right in front of her, Lu Yibei still instinctively reached out to help.
She wasn't a Holy Mother; she just couldn't stand soone ending their life in such a way in front of her.
If you're going to die, don't die in front of her.
It was like soone who gambled away their entire fortune, owed hundreds of thousands to millions in online loans, had their phone constantly bombarded by debt collectors, and under imnse pressure, climbed onto a rooftop, ready to end their miserable life...
So people who saw it would mock that person, while others would be overwheld with sympathy and try every ans to save that person.
But Lu Yibei would walk onto the rooftop, sit down not far from that person, and persuade that person not to do sothing foolish in a crowded place, as it wouldn't be good if they fell and hit an elderly person or child passing below.
Then, she would thoughtfully tell that person a place far from the crowd, allowing them to leave quietly, and by the way, report the location of that person's self-inflicted end to the Night Watch, just in case that person turned into a urban legend.
Therefore, Lu Yibei's reaction was rely a matter of personality.
In fact, the mont her palm touched the woman's feet, Lu Yibei regretted it.
It was a feeling similar to the urge to chop off one's hands after buying until bankruptcy during a shopping festival.
Why couldn't she control her own hands?
Although she had long since realized that she could touch and influence the "people" and objects appearing in this brothel at this mont, and had played a series of pranks downstairs earlier, she had always been very careful not to have any physical contact with any "person."
God knows what changes might be triggered by physical contact with these ghostly things?
Imdiately after, as if a homade bomb filled with steel nails and razor blades had exploded in her hand, a tearing pain ca from her palm. Lu Yibei was only a second slow in reacting; when she withdrew her hand, her palm was already a bloody ss.
On her palm, which looked as if it had been put through a at grinder, dense, tiny wounds appeared, oozing fresh blood, and at the edges of those wounds, countless chaotic, graffiti-like black lines could vaguely be seen.
As those lines jumped and danced, a sensation like an electric shock ca, and her palm... and even her entire arm, quickly lost all feeling.
What exactly were these "lines"? Lu Yibei's pupils trembled slightly.
She had seen these "lines" before.
She had seen them when she first t Chatterbox Girl in her "dream."
How could she not know what kind of existence Chatterbox Girl was?
Although she didn't yet know what these black lines ant, the mont she saw these "lines," Lu Yibei realized that she might have gotten herself into big trouble.
Chatterbox Girl was like a yew tree, poisonous all over; what good could co from sothing that had appeared on Chatterbox Girl?
As she pondered, the bright sunlight outside the window suddenly plunged into darkness, as if the lights had been extinguished.
After waiting a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, Lu Yibei suddenly realized that the entire room had returned to its state when she first entered.
Dark, desolate, and a little eerie...
Then, a premonition suddenly flashed through her mind.
【She is quietly watching you from behind】
Lu Yibei was stunned, then turned sharply, and saw a figure in a crimson long dress standing behind her, seemingly the beautiful woman she had just seen.
However, at this mont, the woman was no longer beautiful; her face was swollen and pale, her purplish-black tongue hung out of her mouth, and her bulging Eyeballs seed to protrude from their sockets, clearly the image of soone who had died by hanging.
Lu Yibei scrutinized the woman from top to bottom, and when she saw the woman's feet, she suddenly frowned, her face turning slightly pale.
For so reason, one of the embroidered shoes on the woman's feet was missing, as if it had been torn off by soone...
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anwhile, in the brick and stone buildings near the central palace of Yun Pass.
After temporarily establishing a cooperative relationship with Shen Baiwei, Fang Ji had been trying to find the Elders of the Miracle Order, and at the sa ti, surveying the surrounding terrain to prepare for entering his destination for this trip—the tomb of Hong Bian Monk.
Carefully avoiding the Spiritual Energy fluctuations hidden in the darkness, like a nocturnal creature, he swiftly moved across the dilapidated and crumbling buildings, and soon saw a building ahead that was distinctly different in style from the earth-ramd huts, brick and stone courtyards, and official residences.
From a distance, it looked like a temple, with red walls and green tiles, and wooden eaves and dougongs that had already begun to decay, inexplicably soaring high, as if trying to create an awe-inspiring effect in this way.
But on the outer walls of this building were carved images of tigers, hounds, bulls, elephants, and other animals that people were familiar with but not often worshipped as divine beings.
What was even more striking was that this temple was enveloped in a faint, luminous white glow, as if moonlight was pouring down from the sky on a clear day, giving the entire temple a sacred and solemn aura.
Such a building, if placed elsewhere, would certainly make people wonder if a deity truly slept within.
But in a ghostly place like Yun Pass, where even the air was filled with pain and despair, as if frozen in the mont of death, unwilling to die yet unable to live, it only made one feel eerie.
That feeling was like a bright pearl held in the mouth of a thousand-year-old corpse to prevent its decay; no matter how brilliant and dazzling, most people would not want to touch it.
However...
Fang Ji and Shen Baiwei were clearly not in the category of "most people."
From the subtle expressions on their faces, it could be seen that they were extrely excited at this mont.
Like tomb robbers who found a bright pearl in the mouth of an ancient corpse, rubbing their hands in delight.
Shen Baiwei imdiately recognized the origin of the carvings on the building's outer wall and whispered to Fang Ji, "Those bas-reliefs on the outer wall seem to be in the style of Zoroastrianism..."
This was almost an explicit hint.
She was hinting to Fang Ji that this building had close ties with the Miracle Order, and might even contain the tomb of Hong Bian Monk.
"Mm!" Fang Ji nodded, staring intently at the building ahead, his eyes shifting, as if he saw many things that Shen Baiwei could not.
More than ten minutes ago, he had sensed that the miracle flower he had "borrowed" from Lu Yibei had returned to his side.
At that mont, the intense fragrance of the miracle flower enveloped his body, and it was as if a key quietly turned within him, unlocking layers of shackles, and the long-dormant power surged forth.
The debuffs that ca with the miracle flower leaving his body—such as halved stamina, weakness, and sluggish Spiritual Energy circulation—instantly dissipated. His limbs felt like slaves long enslaved who had finally gained freedom, letting out joyful cheers, and his whole being felt as if it had been reborn.
At that ti, Fang Ji knew that a "miracle" was about to descend upon him.
And now, as he had expected, after more than ten minutes of seemingly aimless exploration, he seed to be guided by so mysterious force, arriving before this temple.
In his vision, the illusory, vibrantly colored, dazzling golden flowers that Shen Baiwei could not see covered the entire building, and the faint, almost imperceptible call carried on the wind, all told him that he had reached his destination for this trip.
"..."
The tomb of the First Generation Holy Child was most likely inside this temple; the aura emanating from here was identical to that golden figure in Qianqiu Town.
Now, he only needed to rendezvous with the Elders, obtain the holy relic from their hands, and the final ritual could be completed.
Once that fellow awakened, all of this could end. Fang Ji thought.
Just as he was secretly planning to awaken the First Generation Miracle Saint and let the light of miracle envelop everyone in Yun Pass, Shen Baiwei beside him suddenly turned her head ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) sharply to look into the distance. The excited expression on her face vanished, and her deanor gradually beca solemn.
She looked at Fang Ji, opened her mouth, wanting to say sothing, but before the words could co out, her body convulsed violently as if struck by lightning.
Noticing Shen Baiwei's abnormality, Fang Ji withdrew his gaze from the building ahead, steadied her, and asked with a frown, "What's wrong with you? Are you alright?"
"..." Shen Baiwei's lips parted several tis in succession, and it was a while before she managed to squeeze out a stuttering sentence through clenched teeth, "S-soone touched the past..."
Fang Ji, "???"
What the heck? What does that an? Touching the past... Does it have any necessary connection to your sudden illness?
Just as he was filled with confusion and bewildernt by Shen Baiwei's words, an even more astonishing situation occurred.
In his peripheral vision, the massive amount of miracle flower covering the temple suddenly vanished, and the faint, almost imperceptible calls in his ears fell into dead silence.
It felt as if his miracle flower had returned to the Disaster's side again.
It was gone again...
Imdiately after, before Fang Ji could recover from the lancholy of gaining and losing the miracle flower, a heavy footsteps ca from afar.
Following the sound, two figures in tattered black armor were rapidly approaching.
It was the urban legend ford from the Nangling Commander's armored soldiers...
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