Why did you provoke me?

Niannian was delighted to see Yu Meng's message. She replied to Yu Meng, "Fourth Sister, you're here?"

"It'll be soon, but I saw that cripple you mentioned."

"Huh? That cripple? You ran into him? What a coincidence?"

"I've always been lucky," Yu Menghui said calmly.

"Did the cripple tell you all this? How could he tell you?"

"I used a little trick."

Niannian gave Yu Meng a thumbs up.

"Fourth Sister, it's getting dark now, don't worry, take a rest if you need to. We can manage."

Yu Meng turned off the intercom. At least this little girl has a conscience.

Sure enough, an hour later, the second wave of attacks arrived. This time, their weapons were all lethal, and Jing San and Liu Wei's men were quickly injured, significantly increasing the pressure.

Yu Meng, no longer standing idly by on the periphery, took out several of the most formidable firepower points and continued to keep an eye on the Bone Painters. She was genuinely curious about the formation; otherwise, she would have eliminated some of them prematurely.

With Yu Meng's secret help, Jing San and Liu Wei's men did not die, but half of them were injured.

When the second wave subsided, Zhang Zhen came over. "So far, no Bone Painter has shown up. I don't know if I can still be of help with this third wave."

"Zhang Zhen, is it too late for us to leave now?"

Zhang Zhen shook his head. "We can't leave now. If we leave now, we're more likely to be wiped out."

Jing San sat in the shadows. "I was too arrogant. I should have listened to Teacher Yu. These people were all trained by me. I don't want to bury them here."

"I didn't want to either," Niannian's voice echoed in the darkness.

"Fourth Sister sent a message: after the second wave, the third wave will be the Bone Painters. Sixteen people, eight of them women. Brother Zhang, what do you suggest we do?"

Zhang Zhen's eyes lit up. "When will Teacher Yu arrive?"

"My fourth sister gets carsick, and she also has to hide her whereabouts, so she can't go fast."

"Um, Jing Er and the others are here," Jing San said softly from the side.

Liu Wei, Zhang Zhen, and Niannian all looked at Jing San at the same time.

"If they hadn't intervened, we would have had even more injured people. I confirmed it with the line symbols."

Do you know how many of them came?

"Eleven," Jing San replied.

Zhang Zhen frowned. "Are you sure there are eleven? Teacher Yu isn't with them?"

Jing San glanced at him sideways. "I didn't ask."

Liu Wei spoke up, "They were just fighting to the death, how can we ask?"

Zhang Zhen was momentarily speechless; he had forgotten. But Teacher Yu was too important. If she could come, there would be a 50% chance of escaping this tough battle. He dared not even think about winning. Sixteen bone-drawing masters—how many lines would that require? They only had one true bone-drawing master among them; how could they possibly fight? The thought sent chills down his spine.

If these injured people can escape, they will have won.

Looking at Jing San and the others' current location, Yu Meng realized the enemy had really gone to great lengths. It was clear from the air that Jing San and the others had been gathered into a very small area.

The first two attacks were not intended to harm anyone, but rather to drive them somewhere.

However, it is clear that neither Jing San nor Zhang Zhen noticed this.

The moon had already set in the west, but the third wave of attacks was nowhere to be seen.

Liu Wei looked at Zhang Zhen, "Brother Zhang, did we miscalculate? What if they don't come?"

Yu Meng sighed as she stood in the air. The net in the sky had already formed most of the way, but the people on the ground didn't feel it at all. What a difference! She turned on her communication bell, just about to send a message.

Niannian, who was on the ground, suddenly stood up and looked up.

Then he lowered his head and quickly said something?

Jing San and Liu Wei suddenly took action. Those who could move freely automatically stood on the outer perimeter, while the injured were placed in the inner circle by Liu Wei and Zhang Zhen.

After making the arrangements, Zhang Zhen looked back one last time before entering the woods with Liu Wei.

Niannian said that there was already a grid-like thing in the sky, and they needed to find the person as soon as possible and kill them. The net that was forming would need more time.

The hardest part now is finding people. The moonlight is limited, and the woods are full of shadows. If a person is standing in the shadows, the chance of being seen is almost zero.

Seeing that Nian Nian had already noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky, Yu Meng turned the communication bell off again.

Yu Meng didn't interfere with the enemy's formation; she wanted to see its power. But her lines were already deployed, and Ba Wang's entire body was outside his backpack. If Yu Meng hadn't been holding him back, he would probably be sprawled on that net, feasting on food.

The little black cat has disappeared into the night, and no one knows where it went.

Yu Meng watched as the bone painters wove their lines together with those of other bone painters. She didn't quite understand how their movements could remain consistent when their lines were mixed together.

You should know that she and Niannian already cooperated very well, but when it comes to synchronization, the difference is not small.

Yu Mengyou had a feeling that this Heavenly Net Formation wasn't as dangerous as it was described.

As Yu Meng watched them gradually refine the network while stroking her chin, an idea suddenly came to her.

She searched through her backpack and found that the lines containing the Gu worms were all low on energy. Perhaps she should find a new vessel for them.

Anyway, with sixteen people's lines, who knows whose lines these are?

Yu Meng smiled like an aunt, touching the lines in her hand. "I'm so good to you all! With so many lines, go find one you like! I won't stop you this time."

Jing San looked up at the night sky. "Niannian, what do we do? It looks like their network is about to succeed?"

Niannian also looked up. "I just don't understand what their purpose is in doing this? Are they trying to trap us like fish in a net?"

Jing San was also puzzled, "With so many lines directly applied to our heads, we'd be finished in no time. Why go through all that trouble?"

Niannian didn't understand either, but her fourth sister once said that if the energy in the lines was absorbed, it would just be a decoration.

Could it be that they aren't enemies this time? Or have they come to help me?

You should know that Nian Nian's lines alone number over ninety, and when you add those little flower lines, it's already well over a hundred.

If she could eat her fill like this, Nian Nian's eyes lit up at the thought. Could she perhaps have a second tubular object? Although it wasn't pretty, it absorbed energy incredibly quickly!

Meanwhile, two men and two women standing to the east were whispering, "Does this formation really work? I find it so unreliable."

"This is a new method that those people have researched. As long as people are trapped inside, our lines, relying on the power of the array, can quickly absorb their essence."

"But wouldn't it be easier to do these things if we knocked them out?" a woman's voice rang out.

"I heard them say that when a person faints, the blood flow slows down, the essence inside decreases, and the quality is also poor." The man's voice was very low.

"Isn't this a bit too cruel?" the woman still disagreed.

"You women are such a hassle. If you don't want to do this, are you going to let those magical pets drain our life force?"

"I was just saying, why are you getting so worked up? I just felt that it's not like I'm not going to do it." The woman's voice was very soft.

Yu Meng lightly touched the tip of her toe and stood on the treetop. After listening to them say so much, she had only one thought in her mind: these people were not innocent even if they died.