Chapter 105: Anti-anti-assassination

Chapter 105: Anti-anti-assassination

Lu Yibeis eyes burnt with intensity, warning him of impending doom.

Countless cyan lines appeared one after another, surrounding the magpie-like vines in his vision, waving, intertwined into the phantom of a giant tree.

The giant tree that pierced through the sky was full of delicate peach blossoms. It seemed to stand tall in another space, and humans and beasts alike knelt and prayed to the tree like insignificant ants.

And he saw it. The real figure behind the magpie.

However, it was only a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg, and dense murmurs rang in his ears.

The deep trembling within his soul invaded his nerves, making him feel an unprecedented sense of crisisthis magpie was not simple.

He couldnt lose. He had to win.

The next moment, the magpie crashed straight into him.

The violent impact was like a heavyweight boxer punching straight through him, and his ribs rang softly.

The unbearable pain sent his heart into overdrive, and a cold wind rushed straight to his head.

The murderous aura and cruelty sleeping within his heart awoke, yet they calmed his mind with each cold gust of wind.

For somebody whos afraid of dying, handing over his fate to somebody unknown was terrifying; he wanted to take matters into his own hands.

Clenching the kitchen knife behind his back, all he could do was let the magpie approach him.

The magpie noticed his tricks for preparing for a sneak attack, but she didnt take them seriously.

Ordinary human. Weak psychic fluctuations. Kitchen knife.

Be serious! she yelled in her brain.

He couldnt even see her true form. No matter how hard he swings, all he is stabbing is an illusion.

She didnt intend to hurt him. Just to teach him a lesson for dabbling into the occult and let him know that fallen gods are also gods, and due respect must be given regardless!

He continuously dodged the deadly dives of the magpie, leaping left and right from his bed. Taking advantage of his dropping from the bed onto the floor, he hid the kitchen knife in his sleeve.

The magpie darted from left to right, its wings generating gusts of wind within the room. Fear and pain pressed him back like an invisible cage, eventually cornering him.

The magpie rushed forward again, and his blurred vision locked onto the ethereal shadow of the giant tree.Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com

All he had was a second.

With this in mind, facing the magpie, a cold light swept out of his hands.

The Earth is a shadow of its former glory, and everything that was once magnificent has been reduced to dust. Those blood-drinking natives barely survived the ordeal, wandering through the eternal deserts like ghosts.

They called out to their gods repeatedly as they moved from one place to another and finally found a place where the sun rose and where a huge peach tree with birds perched upon it stood proudly in the desert.

Old people, men, women, and children were all made the same in front of the peach tree.

The moon glows with divine reverence, and I, Jumang, shine the same. I succeed in the sky and stand tall, bestowing merits and virtues on the people.

That magpie is Jumang! He yelled in his thoughts. Did I just f*cking stab the one god I was researching on? Its over!

After that, a bone-piercing pain struck him, as if it wanted to tear his body apart.

The moment he felt that he was about to be torn apart, warm currents poured out from his eyes, and chills overflowed his chest, enveloping his body.

Night time, in the residential area directly across Jingyi Apartments. The rented room was devoid of people, but various apparitions gathered together.

Come on, Eyeball. I brewed this wine with the crumbs of an urban legends core and managed to steal the dregs of the core when a powerful urban legend devoured it.

An apparition that looked like a pile of broken toys and figurines spliced together haphazardly, with arms that stuck out from the heap. It poured a glass of fine wine for the eyeball sitting across it.

The crumbs? Hah! I have actually devoured a full core before!

Is your resident Witch that generous? Does she have room for more? the pile said, blinking all seventeen pairs of eyes towards the lone eyeball.

No problem! Ill talk to that little goblin, and Im sure itll work. She just loves to listen!

Im counting on you!

Dont worry about it, the eyeball beamed, but the next moment, a terrifying wave of energy enveloped everybody in the room.

After a brief moment of silence, frightened cries echoed everywhere.

Were gonna f*cking die!

Its coming from that direction!

Eyeball, protect me! Eyeball?

The eyeball was silent as it glanced at his other friends as they exchanged glances with each other.

Everyone! they said in unison. Thats our Witch! Everything is fine!

The other apparitions were unconvinced.

You trust her that much?