Mind reading saves the whole family; I'm firmly in the role of a charlatan.

Chapter 498 Are we going to go this far?

later?

Everyone in the room was startled. Before they could think, Du Anrao instinctively took a step back upon hearing the shout, just in time to avoid the blade thrusting from behind.

Everyone then saw the scene behind her and gasped in unison.

At this moment, Li Qianxi, who should still be in the police station, was seen standing behind Du Anrao holding a fruit knife. Her pretty face was distorted with malice and excitement, which made people feel a chill.

Despite her failed attack, Li Qianxi did not give up. Instead, she gripped the hilt of her knife and swiftly lunged at Du Anrao again.

Du Anrao had not expected Li Qianxi to suddenly appear, and just as Du's mother had said, she teleported to his side with a murder weapon in hand, making it impossible to defend against.

Seeing Li Qianxi rushing over with a knife, looking like she wouldn't stop until she killed him, Du Anrao subconsciously pushed his mother and Du Yuxi, who were standing very close to him, aside.

He then dodged Li Qianxi's swung knife again, raised his hand to grab her wrist, and forcefully twisted it downwards, trying to make her feel pain and release the knife.

Unexpectedly, Li Qianxi, who was completely blinded by hatred, seemed to feel no pain at all. She turned around and slashed the knife at Du Anrao's hand, forcing Du Anrao to let go.

This scene clearly took everyone present by surprise, especially the Du family, who knew better than anyone how strong Du Anrao was.

Even a muscular, strong man might not be able to withstand her blow, let alone Li Qianxi, a sickly girl who has been on medication since birth.

But in such a life-or-death situation, they have no time to think.

As someone who was stripped of her protagonist aura and sent directly to prison, Li Qianxi's hatred for Du Anrao was no less than that for Xi Yanjia. Especially after being brainwashed by the Heavenly Dao, she blamed all the things she was suffering on Du Anrao, and her actions were swift, accurate, and ruthless.

In the blink of an eye, they pressed Du Anrao down onto the counter of the open kitchen. Both of their hands were on the knife handles, the tips of the knives pointing directly at Du Anrao's head. One was pushing upwards, while the other was trying to press downwards.

[I was careless. The Heavenly Dao's blessing didn't go to Xi Yanjia; it went entirely to this guy.]

"..." At times like this, forget about all that nonsense, saving your life is the most important thing!
The Du family wanted to help, but they were held up by Xi Yanjia and the people she brought, and couldn't get away for the time being. Du's mother and her husband were also in a precarious situation.

At the critical moment, Xi Jingyue, who had just spoken up to remind Du Anrao and had recently bought an apartment next to Du Anrao's just in case, and who had just noticed the commotion of breaking down Du Anrao's door, rushed forward to help and tried to push Li Qianxi off Du Anrao.

Unexpectedly, several large, black hands, resembling withered tree branches, suddenly appeared behind Li Qianxi, immediately enveloping Du Anrao, Li Qianxi, and the approaching Xi Jingyue.

"An An!"

The panicked shouts of the crowd did not stop the black smoke from engulfing them. In just a moment, they watched helplessly as several living people disappeared before their eyes.

Even as he was engulfed by the black smoke, Du Anrao's mind was still racing with wild thoughts. He thought to himself, "What kind of Heavenly Dao is this? The way they kidnap people is so low. It's like they're behaving like a villainous demon king."

What she saw next confirmed her suspicions. What kind of kind person would kidnap someone and stuff them into a place like a sewer?
Du Anrao could even smell the stench rising from the stinking ditch over there, and hear the dripping sewage falling not far above.

Although he wasn't particularly fastidious about cleanliness, Du Anrao inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tried to find an exit from this vast darkness, only to discover that he was completely unable to move.

Looking down, I realized that I had been bound hand and foot and couldn't move at all.

Realizing this, Du Anrao's heart sank. He felt like a piece of meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of others, and could die at any moment.

The Heavenly Dao consciousness hidden in the shadows seemed to have seen through her thoughts. A cold wind swept through the empty corridor, howling and howling in her ears, much like a triumphant mockery.

As the wind swept by, Du Anrao was suddenly surrounded by light, which allowed her to see the scene in front of her clearly.

The square space, roughly twenty square meters in size, was filled with blades gleaming with a cold light. It was even more exaggerated than the nail board that one had to roll on when filing a complaint with the emperor in ancient times. If you were to accidentally fall in, you would probably be riddled with holes!

Du Anrao: "???" Damn, are you going to play this big? Can't you just give me a quick death? You have to torture me before I die, right?
It's clear that Mou Tiandao truly hated her!

Before Du Anrao could react, she felt her bound body float up, carrying her into that mountain of knives.

Du Anrao was so frightened by the blade that seemed to accelerate towards his face that he immediately closed his eyes.

Damn it, if I pounce on her, she'll be disfigured even if she doesn't die, and I'm doomed!
But soon Du Anrao felt something soft bounce off him, and his whole body jolted backward, but he didn't feel any pain.

what's the situation? !

Du Anrao was stunned for a moment, and tried to open her eyes a crack to look down. She almost couldn't help but gasp. Those cold, sharp knife tips were less than five centimeters below her.

But even at that mere five centimeters, it was as if something was blocking her way, preventing the knives from harming her in the slightest.

Du Anrao could feel an invisible hand above her, trying to press her down, so that the thing that separated her from the knife tip swayed back and forth, like being in a car.

After an unknown amount of time, the giant hand seemed to give up. Du Anrao felt a blur before her eyes, and the scenery in front of her underwent a complete transformation.

In the bright white, square room, the countless knives had completely disappeared, replaced by a huge oil cauldron raised high, with firewood burning brightly underneath. Looking down from above, one could still vaguely see small bubbles rising from the oil.

As if feeling that the scene wasn't intimidating enough, the person who arranged all this deliberately threw in a moth, letting it fly wobbly to the top of the oil pan, then flutter down into the pan. Before it even touched the oil, it was evaporated into a wisp of black smoke, which was then completely dissipated by the wind, leaving no trace.

Du Anrao: "!!!"

This is truly like being pushed through a mountain of knives and then thrown into a vat of boiling oil. What a damn Heavenly Law, do you really hate me?