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Chapter 156. The Diviner and the Black Line of Interference
The old woman's character is that she can't speak, so in response to the young man's words, she simply stood calmly at the entrance of the building, her hunched figure remaining still.

She remained calm and composed, as still as a mountain, seemingly unaffected by the white cloth attack.

Intuition had allowed him to visualize the entire battle in his mind, and he sighed inwardly:

Wow, that was amazing!

Jiang Jianxin didn't feel anything, after all, she was just maintaining her persona.

But my intuition told me that she wouldn't ignore it:

[Well, I don't have many strengths, except that I'm quick-witted.]

[Tsk, tsk, tsk...]

The young man couldn't hear the conversation between the two women and their abilities; he was simply looking at the hunched old woman in front of him and felt an unprecedented sense of unease.

He squinted and waved his hand silently.

Several white ribbons shot up with a thud. At the same time, the shadow behind him began to writhe, and a two-meter-tall teru teru bozu slowly poked its "head" out. On the blood-stained white cloth, a smiling face embroidered in dark red gradually stretched to its ears.

Be careful with the Teru Teru Bozu doll; your mental strength isn't strong enough, so don't stare at its smiling face.

My intuition told me so.

Jiang Jianxin knew that the smiling face was probably a mental attack, so she deliberately avoided the teru teru bozu doll and darted left and right to avoid the white cloth.

Who knew that the teru teru bozu (sunny doll) would float over silently and at an extremely fast speed.

As she dodged for the third time, her peripheral vision was suddenly filled with a deathly white light.

A huge smiling face suddenly appeared right in front of me, so close that I could see the cracks in the dried bloodstains on the fabric.

The corners of the mouth, embroidered with dark red silk thread, were eerily pulled upwards, as if they were about to split all the way to the back of the head.

"Jiang... Jian... Xin..."

The sweet call seeped into my ears like honey.

The smiling face before my eyes began to melt, and the blood-red threads writhed like living things, pulling the whole world into blurry blocks of color.

The air suddenly became thick, carrying the sweet, fishy smell of expired cream.

In a daze—

A pink cake, almost half a person tall, stood before me, covered with cream, flowers, and white chocolate.

Melted cream slid down the edge of the cake, and eighteen candles were stuck in it at an angle.

Two people stood in front of the table where the cake was placed, softly singing:

"Happy birthday to you……"

"Happy birthday to you……"

Jiang Jianxin couldn't see their faces clearly, but he could see one person wearing an apron with long hair falling over his shoulders, looking very gentle.

Another person, wearing a plaid shirt and carrying a briefcase, said with a smile:

"Kenshin... Mom and Dad are back to celebrate your 18th birthday with you... Aren't you happy?"

Jiang Jianxin stared at the pink cream cake without saying a word.

Seeing that she remained silent, the person wearing the apron spoke gently again:
"Kenshin, quickly blow out the candles and make a wish..."

The heartwarming scene she had longed for was right before her eyes, but Jiang Jianxin simply pursed her lips and looked at it.

She no longer remembers what her parents look like; in the past twenty-odd years of her life, family has always been an empty space.

Without family members by her side, her birthday becomes a holiday she remembers alone.

Jiang Jianxin wondered what her eighteenth birthday would be like.

It was probably an ordinary day. I went to the cake shop to buy a cake, blew out the candles, and went to bed.

The whole process sounds so boring.

Because he had no expectations, Jiang Jianxin gradually forgot his own birthday.

That evening, she dragged her tired body back to her rented room as usual, only to find a cake box tied with a silk bow on the doorknob.

The moment Jiang Jianxin's fingertips touched the box, she froze—this gold-embossed packaging was worth half a month's worth of her food expenses. When she lifted the lid, the aroma of cream and vanilla wafted out. A six-inch cake base was topped with pale gold cream, and golden sunflowers bloomed along the edges.

Inside the cake box was a black card with gold foil lettering, bearing my brother's smooth and elegant handwriting:
Happy 18th birthday to my little sister Jiang Jianxin! May my little sun always shine brightly!!

This was the first and only birthday gift she received in her impoverished life.

So when the huge, extravagant pink cake appeared in his hallucination, Jiang Jianxin was not swayed, but simply said:

"Thank you, but a fake is a fake."

Edric couldn't give his sister a pink cake, so on her eighteenth birthday cake, he used golden cream to outline sunflower-like petals, hoping that his sister would grow up strong and healthy like a sunflower.

In his hallucination, the pink cake was oozing rotten cream, but Jiang Jianxin smelled the real vanilla scent from his memory.

She raised her hand and gently stroked the distorted scene before her, as if touching the first real ray of sunlight that year, filtering through the tattered curtains and falling on the cake.

"Om——"

The illusion receded like a tide, and a pale white cloth shadow was already pressed against his throat.

Jiang Jianxin suddenly turned his head.

"boom!"

A white cloth smeared against her carotid artery and pierced the wall, while flying pebbles drew blood lines on her cheeks.

Although she was only trapped in the illusion for a moment, a moment's hesitation on the battlefield was enough to cause a disaster.

More than ten white sheets of cloth, like a spider web, sealed off the corridor, each sheet gleaming coldly at its edges.

Directly in front, a two-meter-tall teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll shaped like a sunny day) swayed eerily from side to side. Its blood-stained smiling face twisted and deformed with the swaying, its mouth almost stretched to its ears, revealing layers of sharp teeth sewn together with needle and thread.

"It's time to finish."

The young man said with a smile.

He waved his hand, and ten white cloths rushed towards Jiang Jianxin with a whistling sound.

In that instant, many solutions flashed through Jiang Jianxin's mind.

She has a way to escape this predicament, but it will require breaking her arms and legs.

The best course of action right now is not to continue fighting with a broken body, but to die and be reborn at the cemetery station.

This time, Happiness Lane got off to a very bad start, with all sorts of bizarre things happening to her.

In this situation, restarting the game is a very good option.

Anyway, she can resurrect infinitely in her fourth playthrough. Apart from having to take the subway back which takes a little time, there's nothing else to worry about.

"Whoosh————"

The white cloth seemed to tear through the air, piercingly shrieking as it hurtled straight at Jiang Jianxin's face. The fabric rippled eerily in the moonlight, its edges gleaming with a cold, blade-like light.

Just as Jiang Jianxin sighed and was about to give up struggling as the white cloth flew towards him, he saw the white cloth flying towards him.

Suddenly, countless fine black threads appeared in the air in front of him, twisting and turning.

The silk threads trembled silently, as if they could even sever light.

"Om——"

The moment the white cloth that first struck the black line, it was as if it had been sliced ​​into several pieces by an invisible sharp blade.

The fabric cut was horribly clean; before the scraps of cloth that fell from the cut could even hit the ground, they were shredded into dust by the black thread in mid-air.

Then, several strips of white cloth were cut in succession, and Jiang Jianxin stared wide-eyed in astonishment at everything before him.

—What is this black line?
See? I told you you could win.

Intuition slowly spoke in my mind.

You are "Yin Qingyue," a fortune teller.

The threads of fate have been set in motion.

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