Ultimate: Fishing Through the Heavens, Starting with Five Enlightenment Templates

However, the moment the door opened, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

The guards at the gate had been replaced at some point.

It wasn't the familiar faces from last night, but another group of equally powerful, sharp-eyed high-level demonized ability users.

Normally, the shift change takes place at noon.

But now it's a different group of people.

Something unusual must be going on. There's no way the shifts could be changed without a reason.

Ye Sisi's heart sank. She had a vague guess that Ye Xiongba might have returned last night.

Only the sect leader could give such a domineering order to replace his guards, the acting sect leader, at an abnormal time.

Only Ye Xiongba has the power and motivation to do so.

His first instinct was to pass the message on to the mysterious person.

But then, he immediately rejected the idea.

What if I guessed wrong?

If I rashly send out the message, it might be discovered by Ye Xiong Ba, or the mysterious person might think I'm sending false information...

The consequences are all the same: certain death!

"No, I can't act impulsively!"

Ye Sisi forcibly suppressed the palpitations and fear in her heart, trying her best to maintain a calm expression, even showing a hint of bewilderment from just waking up.

He pretended not to notice the unusual change of guards and didn't even glance at the new guards.

As usual, he walked with slightly unsteady steps toward his room where he handled official business.

"Anyway, there's still plenty of time. We can wait until we find conclusive evidence, or until Ye Xiongba shows up on his own, before sending out the message..."

Ye Sisi pondered in his heart that, under the threat of death, he chose the safest but also the most agonizing method.

That is to remain inactive and wait for the right opportunity.

Xia Mansion.

The morning sunlight streamed into the rehearsal room through the windows.

Han closed her eyes, immersed in the rhythm of the music.

The Thunder in her hands was like a leaping sprite, striking out deep and rhythmic drumbeats on the drum kit.

Although the rehearsal room had excellent soundproofing, the penetrating rhythm still faintly drifted into the living room.

Xia Mei was eating breakfast with a frown on her face.

She covered one ear in frustration and complained towards the second floor:

"It's so noisy! So noisy!"

"It's been so long since I've had this banging so early in the morning, can't a person even eat in peace? It's so annoying!"

Xia Tian, ​​watching her younger sister's irritable state, sighed helplessly.

Simple-minded as he was, he couldn't understand why his sister harbored such hostility towards Han.

He really wanted to ease the tension between the two of them, but looking at Xia Mei's puffed-up face, he didn't know how to start the conversation.

Summer couldn't come up with a good solution until the siblings left for school, and could only leave with a heart full of sorrow.

The time comes in the afternoon.

Xia Mei got home earlier than usual because it was her turn to be on duty today.

She put down her schoolbag, resignedly picked up a broom and rag, and began cleaning the living room.

As she cleaned around the coffee table, her gaze swept over the corner.

Suddenly, I noticed two oddly shaped drumsticks lying quietly on the coffee table, gleaming with a cold metallic light.

Xia Mei recognized it immediately as Han Jing Lei.

Suddenly, an inexplicable anger surged up from the bottom of my heart.

That chill again!

Even her drumsticks are such an eyesore!

Xia Mei, who already harbored a lot of resentment towards Han, now harbored a sudden and malicious rage.

A dark idea popped into my head.

Throw it away so she can't find it, and see how she can keep bothering her with all that banging and tinkering.

She angrily picked up the drumsticks and held them in her hand; the cold touch seemed to only fuel her frustration.

She continued cleaning, but her mind was no longer on the housework.

After cleaning the kitchen, she gathered all the garbage bags together.

She carried the two drumsticks, along with the ones that were bothering her, in her hand.

Xia Mei habitually went to the storage room to throw away the trash.

Because she was lazy, she would always just throw the trash bag into the bin to save herself the trouble of going to the outside trash can.

She pushed open the door to storage room 4.6 and found the refrigerator door open, with a colorful vortex spinning silently.

She was taken aback for a moment, but didn't think much of it, assuming it was either a snob or that the young man had forgotten to close the window after checking the extinction.

"Honestly, they don't even turn it off properly after using it..."

Xia Mei pouted and muttered something.

He casually placed the trash bags and drumsticks he was holding on the small table, preparing to throw them into the cesspool one by one.

Her gaze fell on the two drumsticks again.

The cold, metallic luster was somewhat glaring in the dimly lit storage room. A strong impulse drove her forward.

Throw it away!

Get rid of this nasty thing!

But deep down, the education she received from childhood was pulling her back.

It is wrong to steal or discard other people's things!

This is theft!

The two conflicting ideas were driving Xia Mei crazy.

【177】Heart-wrenching pain!

"Ah, it's so annoying!"

Xia Mei let out a low growl, as if trying to shake off her inner struggle, and threw the two drumsticks aside in a huff.

The drumstick landed perfectly on the handle of one of the garbage bags that was tied shut.

Xia Mei was so upset that she didn't notice this detail at all.

She just wanted to end it all as soon as possible.

She grabbed the tied-up trash bag, didn't even look at it, and habitually threw it forcefully into the swirling, colorful vortex inside the refrigerator.

The garbage bag, along with the thunderbolt stuck on it, was instantly swallowed up by the seven-colored vortex that was swallowed up and disappeared.

It was only then that Xia Mei suddenly realized what was happening.

What did she just throw away?

She instinctively reached out to grab it, but only grasped at empty air.

Looking at the empty refrigerator entrance, Xia Mei's face turned deathly pale, and she felt extremely panicked.

at the same time.

Inside the rehearsal room.

The moment the thunder entered the annihilation.

Han sat in front of the drum set, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cold drumhead, his thoughts drifting.

Sudden.

An unprecedented, excruciating pain, as if her soul were being torn apart, exploded in her mind without warning.

It was a pain that came from the depths of her soul, a pain that was forcibly stripped away from the very essence of her life.

"what!"

Han let out a short cry of pain and suddenly clutched his head with both hands.

Her body instantly curled up, and cold sweat soaked her back.

Just a moment ago, she clearly felt that the spiritual weapon Thunderclap, which was intertwined with her life, had completely lost all connection with her.

It felt as if I had been plunged into an endless abyss of nothingness.

Despite the excruciating pain that nearly made her faint, Han forced herself to recall the events.

She remembered that after practicing the drums in the morning, she casually placed Jing Lei on the coffee table in the living room.

Han struggled to her feet, enduring a splitting headache, and teleported downstairs.

living room.

The coffee table was completely empty.

The thunderclap has disappeared!

As time went on, the distance between Jing Lei and her seemed to grow infinitely wider.

The pain of having one's soul torn apart did not lessen; instead, it surged like a tide, wave after wave.

My head was throbbing, my vision was starting to blur, and I felt dizzy.

"Well……"

Han groaned in pain, clutching his head, and staggered as he tried to rush out to find Jing Lei.

But it has only taken one step.

A strong wave of dizziness and weakness swept over me like a tsunami, and all my strength seemed to be drained away in an instant.

Her vision went black, and her body fell backward uncontrollably.

Just then, Xia Tian, ​​who had just returned home from school, arrived.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Han clutching his head, his face pale, and swaying precariously.

He was so frightened that he didn't even bother to take off his backpack, which flew off as he rushed forward to try and catch her.

"Do not touch me."

With his last ounce of strength, Han growled, his body instinctively resisting Xia Tian's touch.

Summer's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, her face filled with anxiety and helplessness.

"Han, what's wrong?"

"what!"

Han let out another scream of extreme pain.

His vision was completely swallowed by darkness, and his body, like a puppet with its strings cut, fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the sofa behind him, and he lost consciousness completely.

"cold!"

Summer rushed to the sofa and looked at Han's pale face, which was as white as paper and her breath was weak, as if she might disappear at any moment. Her heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an icy hand.

He trembled as he reached out a finger to probe Han's nostrils; the faint, almost imperceptible breath terrified him.

"Han, wake up!"

"Han, answer me!"

His voice was trembling with tears as he desperately shouted, but received no response.