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Chapter 170. You Have Already Seeked Your Own Death (1)

"boom--"

The giant teru teru bozu (Japanese teru bozu doll) opened its blood-red maw and rushed towards the rooftop like a giant whale swallowing a wave.

Reinforced concrete is like a fragile biscuit under its sharp teeth; the entire floor slab is bitten in half.

Jiang Jianxin watched helplessly as blood seeped from the rubble and debris. The residents who had not yet escaped were swallowed whole, along with their screams, into the monster's writhing throat.

The entire building groaned in agony as its load-bearing structure crumbled with a sickening cracking sound.

Jiang Jian's inner energy was sealed, and she was unable to control her sword. She gripped her sleeves tightly, caught between a series of falling concrete blocks.

"Sage!"

Chu Zhibai's shout pierced through the dust and mist.

At the critical moment, the scroll shot out and wrapped around her waist like a serpent.

Jiang Jianxin felt a tightness around his waist and was pulled out of the rickety window frame.

"Wow--"

A sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over me, and the wind whistled in my ears.

When her vision refocused, she found herself sitting on a paper airplane with a wingspan of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

On the adjacent paper airplane, Chu Zhibai stood with her black hair flying everywhere.

Jiang Jianxin had been so captivated by her gloomy expression and her unique ability to control paper that he hadn't paid attention to her attire. Only now did he realize that the Duke of Chu was dressed very simply.

The woman's obsidian earrings peeked through her wispy hair, her loose black long sleeves billowed in the wind, and white paper tassels dangled from her shoulders. The metal buckles on her work pants gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and several origami cranes, poised to take flight, hung from her waist.

"Hu-hu-"

The paper airplane glided lightly, and Chu Zhibai's car naturally blocked Jiang Jianxin's path.

Amidst the howling wind, she heard the other person's deep, practiced voice, carrying an undeniable firmness:
"Please step back, I will protect you."

During the time she knew Jiang Jianxin, the latter always appeared as a Light Talent.

Among the three factions in the realm of talent, the Light faction is the most delicate and weak.

Knowing full well that Yuzhijia couldn't fight, she always stepped in to protect him whenever they encountered danger while traveling together.

So even though he heard that the sage had changed, Chu Zhibai's deeply ingrained habits still made him react subconsciously.

Jiang Jianxin was slightly taken aback.

From the moment Jiang Jianxin first awakened her Sword Sovereign power and that cowardly Lin pushed her out to check for potential hazards, she vaguely realized that she had become a protector.

In the days leading up to the apocalypse, she was always the one standing before everyone, sword in hand.

But at this moment, Chu Zhibai's back stood between her and the monster, frail yet stubborn.

Watching the girl's retreating figure, she swallowed hard and said dryly:

"Um...you don't really need to worry about me..."

She will return to the cemetery station when she dies, without suffering any damage.

Duke Chu did not respond.

Because the giant teru teru bozu had finished chewing the flesh and blood in its mouth, its thread-like eyes rolled and it suddenly pounced on them.

"Roll of cards! Deal the cards!"

Chu Zhibai took a step forward, and the scroll of paper unfolded like a long white ribbon in front of her, then broke into several small playing cards.

The thin, cicada-wing-like playing cards gleamed with a cold, metallic light. One of them flew over and fluttered between her fingers. At the same time, the other broken cards instantly reassembled, forming a wall of cards several meters high, which crashed fiercely into the monster's gaping maw.

"boom----"

The shockwave exploded, and the sharp teeth of the Sunny Doll scraped against the wall of cards with a piercing sound, but ultimately failed to break through even an inch.

Chu Zhibai flicked his two fingers, and the playing card shot out like an arrow, embedding itself precisely into the core of the wall of cards with a sharp "whoosh".

"Crash..." The entire paper wall collapsed in an instant, turning into white dust that fluttered and scattered everywhere.

Amidst the snow-like scraps of paper, Chu Zhibai raised his hand in mid-air and said:

"Paper sensor...drawing out!"

"Rustling sound—"

In the building that had just collapsed behind them, countless white strips of paper were emerging from the cracks in the collapsed concrete, each with a pattern of red ink at the bottom.

Like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, they swelled in the wind and coiled around the enormous teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll-shaped ornament), hindering its movement.

Jiang Jianxin sat on the paper airplane, looking at the red ink marks on the newly sprouted paper strips with some surprise.

Uh... these look like the notes hanging on Yin Qingyue's roof?
The paper slips that the fortune teller had hung up for some unknown purpose were sensed by the Duke of Chu during the battle after the building collapsed, and turned into nests where white paper grew.

They were forced to grow like vines and weeds, and the frantic white paper strips and teru teru bozu (Japanese teru bozu dolls) became entangled together.

Kondo Masaharu saw this scene as he walked out of the building—his companion doll was not destroying the copy, but was entangled with the note from the Duke of Chu.

Most dreamers are unwilling to fight other dreamers, because this sequence, which relies on imagination to make its fortune, is strange and difficult enough in itself.

Kondo Masaharu was eager to find the location of the relics and naturally didn't want to waste any time with his colleagues.

His face instantly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Break through on a clear day! Destroy the entire building, don't fight that woman in black."

The teru teru bozu let out a sharp roar, broke free from the white paper strip, and instead of biting the two people, it crashed into the building next to it.

"Boom————"

As the building collapsed, amidst the cascading mud and sand, Kondo Masaharu glanced at Chu Zhibai. Seeing that the person was surrounded by notes, and worried that she would not let it go, he waved his hand, sending more than a dozen little teru teru bozu dolls flying over to bite Chu Zhibai.

The latter understood Jiang Jianxin's plan and had no intention of hindering the Sunny Doll.

"Whoosh-"

The white strip of paper that had grown out of the ruins retracted, and Chu Zhi stopped issuing white cards, fighting only in the form of toilet paper rolls, pretending to be restrained.

Jiang Jianxin, on the other hand, sat on a paper airplane, nimbly weaving between buildings, using the buildings to conceal his figure.

According to her plan, in Kondo Masaharu's mind, the family should be preparing to leave at the location of the belongings, so she could not show herself before the Happiness Lane neighborhood was completely destroyed.

Jiang Jianxin patiently hid behind the buildings, watching them collapse one by one.

The Xingfuli residential community also has its own protection mechanism. When the teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll symbolizing good weather) damaged the third building, the old man who led everyone into the instance, dressed in a security guard uniform, frantically pointed his withered finger at the doll. He shouted angrily:
"Intruder! Kill this intruder!"

"Boom————"

In an instant, the earth shook violently, and the entire ground seemed to writhe and crack as if it were alive, trying to swallow the teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll) into the ground.

Unexpectedly, a giant white cloth fell like a curtain from the sky, pressing down firmly on the churning ground—the self-protection of Xingfuli Community was completely useless.

Amidst the deafening roar of collapsing buildings, Masaharu Kondo's brow furrowed deeper and deeper. Even as the last building crumbled into ruins, he still couldn't detect the anticipated clash of forces.

"boom……"

When the smoke and dust cleared, he looked around and saw Jiang Jianxin standing quietly on the ruins of the now-razed Xingfuli residential area, her clothes fluttering in the wind.

Those calm, deep eyes pierced through the dust and looked straight into his eyes.

Something's wrong! Something's wrong!

A thunderbolt exploded in Kondo Masaharu's mind.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the battlefield razed to the ground beneath his feet, and suddenly understood something.

"I see……"

Masaharu Kondo was equally clever; he understood the reason almost instantly. His knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and a crack appeared on his smiling face.

—This is a trap set by the giant of Bright Energy.

And he was the one caught in the middle of the scheme, completely manipulated.