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Chapter 161. A Lesson Learned

"Wow..."

There was the sound of a showerhead spraying water, and a woman's soft moaning.

Jiang Jianxin froze on the air conditioner unit, hesitatingly asking in his mind:

[Could someone upstairs be...?]

Yes, they're taking a shower.

"Intuition tells me."

"You... want to go see this?"

Jiang Jianxin chuckled dryly twice:

"What am I to care? I still maintain a gentlemanly demeanor."

She stepped on the air conditioner unit, made a slight push on the windowsill of the next floor, and quietly went up another floor.

Jiang Jianxin stood on the air conditioner unit on this floor and leaned out slightly to glance inside.

In this clean little house, sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, honey-like sheen on the wooden floor.

The newly laid linen tablecloth draped with fine tassels, and a bunch of lisianthus, glistening with morning dew, was inserted diagonally into a glass bottle, the edges of the petals reflecting the shimmering light of the water droplets.

The aroma of toasting bread in the kitchen, mixed with the fresh scent of rosemary potted plants on the windowsill, weaves a warm net in the air, gently enveloping every corner.

Jiang Jianxin looked around the room, his gaze sweeping over the empty sofa and the half-open wardrobe before finally settling on the kitchen countertop.

A freshly baked loaf of bread was still steaming, and two heat-resistant gloves were carelessly tossed aside. One was draped crookedly over the edge of the counter, and the other was even half-dangling on the drawer handle, as if the owner had hurriedly taken it off and tossed it aside.

The whole house was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the wall clock, and there were signs everywhere that the owner had left in a hurry—as if one second it was full of life and the next it was just a room full of silence and a piece of bread that was getting cold.

Jiang Jianxin clicked his tongue, secretly lamenting his bad luck—he hadn't seen a single person even after visiting both families.

She was shrinking back to climb to the next level when her trouser leg suddenly tightened.

Pay attention to your legs.

My intuition gave me that timely reminder.

She looked down in surprise and saw a tiny paper figure grabbing her trouser leg.

The paper figure was no bigger than the palm of my hand, its rough edges still bearing the burrs of scissors. Seeing Jiang Jianxin looking over, its oval mouth, drawn with a pencil, opened and closed.
"Hello……"

"crunch-"

Almost simultaneously, the groaning of a door hinge turning echoed through the empty room.

Jiang Jianxin's hair stood on end, and she grabbed the paper figure to cover its "mouth"—what a joke, she was practically a thief.

But the sensation at her fingertips froze her; the piece of paper had no mouth at all, only a hastily drawn pencil circle.

In a moment of desperation, she quickly put her index finger in her mouth and then swiped it across the oval shape.

The pencil marks blurred under the saliva, turning into a blurry gray stain.

The paper figure fell silent, its thin body flailing futilely in her palm like a fish leaping on the shore.

Jiang Jianxin held his breath, pressed the small paper figure firmly into his palm, and pressed his back against the cold wall.

She used the curtains to conceal herself and slowly peeked half her face out from the edge of the window frame.

A woman walked in from outside the door, and Jiang Jianxin recognized her as one of Chi Lichuan's lovers.

The woman dragged herself into the house, her high heels carelessly kicked off in the entryway. Strands of her disheveled hair clung to her tear-stained face, and her eyelids were swollen, clearly indicating that she had just experienced a hysterical breakdown.

Jiang Jianxin had no idea what Chi Lichuan, the young man disguised as the Sunny Doll, had said to her that had tormented her into this zombie-like state.

The woman staggered toward the kitchen, knocking over a vase as her fingers brushed against the dining table. Water seeped onto the tablecloth, but she was oblivious.

Just as she bent down to pick up the now-cold bread, a corner of her hem suddenly lifted at the back of her dress—there was a palm-sized piece of white cloth stuck there, its edges jagged, the cloth swaying gently with her movements, gleaming eerily matte under the light.

Jiang Jianxin covered his mouth, thinking to himself: 【That is…】

"Wow--"

The white cloth suddenly billowed up, coiling around the woman's neck like a venomous snake.

"Crack"—a crisp sound of bone breaking exploded in the silent room.

The woman's head was tilted at an eerie angle, her pupils still frozen in a lingering sense of bewilderment.

Blood splattered onto the snow-white tablecloth, instantly turning the bunch of lisianthus crimson.

"Clap."

The headless corpse plunged heavily into the pool of blood, and the blood-soaked white cloth writhed and gathered together, slowly floating in the air and solidifying into the outline of a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll-shaped ornament).

The doll's neck was still wrapped with a woman's bleeding head, with strands of hair sticking to bits of flesh hanging down, and each drop of blood hitting the floor made a teeth-grinding "drip-drip" sound.

The blood-stained cotton thread slowly stretched from the corner of its mouth to its ears, and the Teru Teru Bozu (a Japanese doll) twirled lightly in the blood mist.

Turn around! Immediately!

The warning from his intuition pierced his nerves like a sharp cone, and Jiang Jianxin's muscles tensed instantly.

The instant the teru teru bozu turned completely toward the window, she abruptly turned her face away, pressing herself into the shadows of the wall like a gecko, her nose almost brushing against the cold brick surface.

"Shh-"

The sticky sound of fabric rubbing against glass exploded in my ears. The bleeding teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll shaped like a teru bozu) was pressed tightly against the outside of the window, its smile a distorted arc.

It moved slowly, its cotton body scraping against the window frame with a "squeak" sound.

Blood trickled down the glass, forming a small red puddle on the windowsill. Jiang Jianxin held his breath, even feeling those two sharp gazes sweeping over the blind spot where he was hiding—

"Clap."

After looking around for a few breaths, with a soft sound, the blood-stained shadow of the cloth finally drifted away from the window.

Jiang Jianxin exhaled a breath of stale air; her back was already soaked with cold sweat.

The aroma of freshly baked bread in the house was now overwhelmed by the stench of blood, and the house returned to silence, broken only by the ticking of the clock.

While most people would have already fled in panic by now, she stood like a frozen statue, not even her eyelashes trembling.

What's the situation inside the house? Where is that thing?

She first calmly asked herself the question.

Don't move.

The voice of intuition was like ice.

That thing didn't leave at all; it hid behind the curtains, lying in a blind spot outside the window, keeping watch.

Jiang Jianxin gave a cold smile.

As a sword master, she doesn't possess the top-tier intelligence to foresee every possible family plan, but she is someone who learns from her mistakes.

Her strength lies not in anticipating the enemy's moves, but in her ability to refine every bloody lesson into a sharp blade of experience.

When she first awakened her superpowers and knew nothing about them, Lin Xin'an led her through the experience of a TV station knocking on her door.

At that time, she only had the memories of her college student life and had very little experience. When she encountered this kind of thing, she naively thought that the monster's retreat meant the end, but she did not know that the thing was always lurking in the cat's eyes, licking the back of its prey with its sticky gaze.

After this experience, Jiang Jianxin quickly learned from it, and in a similar situation today—

The most appropriate way to handle it was done.

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The Sword Master's advantage lies in her ability to learn from experience, apply the same principles to similar situations, and never repeat the same mistake. She doesn't fall into the trap of repeating the same mistake without learning; instead, she learns from each experience and turns the tables.

In addition, the first two volumes only have the Sword Master's cycle, so it's normal to suffer losses due to lack of experience. Don't worry too much, because the Precognitive Family can see everything in the first two volumes, and with her covering for you throughout, you'll make up for it sooner or later.

Once you awaken your precognitive abilities and complete the next playthrough, you won't suffer any losses anymore.