This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 111 Return to the Hollow
In the setting sun, He Li stood on the shore, his hands hanging at his sides, looking calmly at the surging river.

The wind blew mud and sand towards his face, but he didn't move. He just slowly raised his right hand, palm down, and pressed lightly.

The necklace shone brightly, and the river surface suddenly stagnated. The turbulent waves seemed to be held down by some invisible force, and the roaring sound abruptly ceased. The current subsided before everyone, creating a narrow, gentle channel. On either side of this channel, high walls of water rose, steadily accumulating upward. Beneath this channel, the murky water became almost transparent, and the sediment deposited at the riverbed could be vaguely seen.

Several people dragged a wooden boat out of the grass by the river and pushed it towards the waterway. A woman walked out from behind He Li, and her hands emitted light that enveloped the boat.

Mei Yan said nothing more, simply stepping onto the seemingly rickety wooden boat. The boat swayed slightly, but it drifted steadily towards the other side.

He Li's fingers trembled slightly, and the mark on his arm glowed with a dark red light. The water at the stern surged restlessly, as if it would break free from its restraints at any time and swallow everything again.

The feeling of crossing a river is very strange. When a person is alone in a small boat and sails across the river steadily, this feeling will be deeply engraved in his heart and will never be forgotten.

For a moment, Mei Yan felt completely alone in the world. The setting sun hung in the sky, silently gazing at her. The blazing, eerie orange-red light didn't look like a setting sun at all, but rather a celestial fire, a raging furnace...

She shook her head, dismissing the thought.

What a weird idea! How could the sunset be a stove?

The moment she crossed the river, Mei Yan felt a sense of relief. She leaped out and landed on the other side. At the same moment, a vague feeling returned to her. Her eyes widened in surprise, sensing a distant soul.

"elder sister?!"

In the distant mountains, in the Zhongzhou Bone Festival Hall, a woman in a white robe was kneeling before several statues, bowing her head in worship. At this moment, she was suddenly stunned and raised her brows.

She looked exactly like Mei Yan, and was also surrounded by gray spirits. Leading the group was a man who looked somewhat similar to them.

"Yan Yan?" The woman smiled. "Are you okay?"

In the Return Sect, in every pair of spirit-controlling messengers, one will become the 'Observer' and the other will become the 'Messenger'.

These two titles don't restrict professions within the Return Cult, though they apply to Spirit Messengers. Seers are responsible for prayer and connecting with the gods, and unless under special circumstances, they cannot leave the Bone Court. Messengers, on the other hand, can move freely outside, acting as the eyes of the gods, walking the earth.

Among the Mei sisters, Mei Wan is the observer and Mei Yan is the messenger. The latter's missions are actually just to expand the former's horizons through telepathy, allowing the "gods" connected to the former to observe the world.

Everything was fine at first, but when Mei Yan entered the C3510 city, the link was disconnected.

Before the connection was severed, Mei Wan only felt an intense pain and fear, which made her very worried... and she prayed earnestly, continuing to connect with the gods' Dukong Wanxiang.

What else? Would I risk my life for this idiot?
Mei Wan smiled, and the thought of destroying the harmony of the connection flashed through her mind, but was not perceived by Mei Yan.

Thanks to the education she had been forced to receive as an heir, her mental strength, when quantified into numerical values, was much higher than Mei Wan's. This gave her a dominant position in the connection.

"What happened then?" Mei Wan asked.

The emotional atmosphere she exuded was very worrying, and Mei Yan was deeply moved.

"I ran into Nie Weiyang." Mei Yan was a little anxious. Her human body functions made her mind replay the scene from that day—an empty city, a tall tower, being knocked off the top of the tower and falling rapidly from the sky.

This was terrifying enough, but when the voice of "Everyone, you've drawn a lucky lottery—" appeared in Mei Wan's mind, she couldn't help but gasp: Didn't the Lord say this person was a Paladin? Why are Paladins in the New World so intimidating?
"Thank...thank you for your hard work." She tried to calm down and dispel the negative impact of Mei Yan's memory on herself, but the sword light still lingered in her mind.

No wonder Mei Yan lost contact immediately after entering the City Voice, and then suddenly a heart-wrenching fear flashed across her face... It turned out that she was knocked down from a height of several hundred meters!
During this period, they could only feel that the other party was not dead, and naturally they did not know what kind of pain Mei Yan was feeling.

Mei Wan couldn't help but feel a little pity for her silly sister. She helped her sort out her emotions. After all, if her spirit could not escape from this pain, she would not be able to escape either.

"You've been traumatized." She sighed, "When you come back, we'll have a good rest."

"Okay..." Mei Yan nodded dejectedly.

Her mind kept flashing back to that night: climbing the tower, falling, seeing the flesh-mash flowers bloom, climbing the tower again, being attacked... and then the cordon all over the city.

The whole city is cordoned off!!!
That place is not a place for human beings to stay!

Mei Wan took a deep breath. Her mind was now almost full of warning lines. The connection between the spirit messengers was too close. As the dominant party, she could cut off some of her own emotions, but she would receive more of the other party's emotions. It was a kind of balance, a kind of equality.

"Yan Yan, Yan Yan, take a deep breath--" Mei Wan said like she was coaxing a child.

Beside her, the man's soul stared at her with a fierce hatred and murderous intent. And beside Mei Yan, the woman's soul stared at her with a lingering hatred and regret.

"Take a deep breath, Yanyan." Mei Wan smiled. "Mom and Dad are watching us."

She laughed so happily, and this joy was transmitted to Mei Yan through the connection. Then Mei Yan also laughed. In the despair, pain, fear, and terror, she couldn't help but laugh.

"It's... so strange." She laughed, her eyes following the magnificent river and looking at the sunset in the sky.

The vast crimson sky was sinking into the horizon, and another night was about to fall.

But this night, she would find peace.

Mei Yan smiled and glanced around, feeling reassured. So when she felt a gentle and peaceful gaze falling on her across the river, she habitually put on her best smile and looked back.

A familiar terrifying figure stood on the other side of the river, beside He Li, looking at her with a smile.

That is... Nie...

Mei Yan nearly suffered cardiac and respiratory arrest. She let out a shrill scream, a tidal wave of emotion erupting. The slightest hint of positive emotion instantly vanished, her mind connection shattered. She screamed and turned to flee. Mei Wan, in the Zhongzhou Bone Sacrifice Court, felt a crushing heart attack, doubled over, and nearly vomited blood.

Beside her, the man's spirit laughed silently, his face twisted with joy.

(End of this chapter)