Card Master: My Special Feature - Choose One of Three

Bai Miao followed the thread of fate connecting Lü Dantong and pointed to a small building.

"There!"

Boom! The armored vehicle that Chen An had prepared was incredibly strong, easily piercing into the wall.

Amidst the flying dust and sand, Lu Minghe, leaning against the wall inside the house with empty eyes and tears streaming down his face, was startled by the loud noise.

Unable to see, he could only cling to the wall and inching his way away from the source of the sound.

"Minghe—! Minghe, where are you?"

As the engine noise faded into the distance, the weak voice of Cui He, the wife of the Lu family patriarch and mother of Lu Minghe, rang out not far away.

"Mom, I'm here. Stay here and don't move. I'll come find you."

Lu Minghe lowered his body, touched the ground, and moved little by little towards Cui He.

Cui He's calls grew increasingly urgent.

"Minghe—! Come quick!"

"Minghe!"

"My Minghe—!"

Suddenly Cui He laughed, a laugh that Lü Minghe had never heard before in most of his life.

In his memory, his mother would smile, and she would stroke the top of his head with a smile.

She would let him lean against her stomach and listen to his sister's heartbeat.

His mother told him that his younger sister's name was "Dantong".

One day, his father told him that his mother had miscarried.

His mother cried so hard, and he was heartbroken too, heartbroken for his mother and heartbroken for his sister.

Soon after, the father brought back a baby girl from outside. On that day, uncles from the Su and He families came to the Lü family's house.

He couldn't remember what the adults said, but he remembered very clearly that the baby girl's name was "Dantong".

He has the same name as his sister.

When he was a child, he hated the baby girl for taking his sister's name, and he didn't get along with her at all, always thinking of ways to bully her.

Until he accidentally overheard his mother crying desperately in her room.

"She is my Dantong, and she always has been my Dantong. Lü Liangbin, with things turning out this way for them, was our decision really the right one?"

When he was a child, he didn't understand why his parents treated his younger sister as an adopted girl.

When he grew up and learned about the difficulties the Lü family faced, he made the same choice as his parents.

He treated Lü Dantong even better.

Because he knew that the spiritual energy of the Lü family's inherited calamity artifact, the Dongxuan Chapter, was about to be exhausted.

The family's plan, centered around Lü Dantong, was guided by Dong Xuanzhang and represents their hope for reviving the family.

Cui He laughed happily, laughed with satisfaction, laughed wildly, while Lü Minghe became increasingly uneasy.

He could no longer care about anything else and stumbled toward Cui He. Steel fragments cut Lü Minghe's palms, and shards of glass embedded themselves in his calves.

When he touched Cui He, she was already lifeless. His hand moved up Cui He's arm.

Cui He's flesh melted and flowed away like mud. When Lü Minghe's hand touched Cui He's face, all that was left in his hand was a skull.

An unprecedented joy rose in Lü Minghe's heart, even though he was clearly aware that he was in so much pain at that moment.

He "delighted" as he embraced Cui He's head, genuinely happy for her death.

"Great goodness! Great goodness!"

All things are inherently colorless; it is through seeing that evil arises; when unseen, they are pure; when seen, they are good.

Seeing is to encounter, and all that is encountered is a good thing.

In the Guanshan Temple, losing one's sight is only the beginning; losing oneself, being completely assimilated into the spirit, and neglecting everything else are the true demise.

Thick drops of blood and flesh fell onto the back of his hand, and Lü Minghe peacefully transformed into a skeleton.

Cui He and Lü Minghe's flesh and blood seeped into the ground, leaving only a dark stain on the surface, as if licked by wild beasts.

Bai Miao and Jiang Nianqing's armored vehicle drove in the direction Bai Miao pointed, crushing everything in its path. However, from the perspective of the passengers inside the vehicle, Jiang Nianqing was frantically turning the steering wheel in the opposite direction.

Two circles clockwise, one and a half circles counterclockwise, then one circle clockwise again.

As a calamity instrument that is extremely close to a calamity instrument, the Ruler of Goodness is incredibly powerful.

Even after summoning the card [Nine Transformations of the Mysterious Woman], Jiang Nianqing, who was proficient in the Eight Trigrams Formation, could not accurately determine her direction in the spiritual realm.

With Jiang Nianqing's strength as a third-tier card master, it was not enough for the Bagua Formation to cover the entire spiritual realm.

Without the guidance of fate, Bai Miao even felt that he and Jiang Nianqing had been going in circles.

Skeletons kept appearing on both sides of the road, sitting against the wall.

The uniforms of the Secret Service, the Command Office, and the military hung idly on the skeletons.

At first, Bai Miao found it shocking, but over time he came to think that this was how it should be.

These uniforms should hang on the skeletons, these skeletons should lie against the wall, and these people should be changed—

"Hey!"

Seven-colored mysterious light emanated from Jiang Nianqing's body, and the Bagua formation emitted bursts of golden light.

As if struck by lightning, Bai Miao regained his senses.

"I almost fell for it."

Bai Miao looked at the skeletons by the roadside with a hint of lingering fear. Could these people, like him, have been turned into skeletons just because they were distracted for a moment?

A hint of concern flashed in Jiang Nianqing's eyes, but before Bai Miao could recover, she reverted to her original indifferent expression.

"Sister Qing, sometimes showing your gentle side makes you more like a good older sister."

Bai Miao did not miss the concern in Jiang Nianqing's eyes.

"Have you ever thought that boys who talk less are more like good younger brothers?"

Jiang Nianqing rarely paid attention to Bai Miao's nonsensical remarks, but Bai Miao replied confidently:

"It's not the era of aloof male gods anymore. Young girls all like lively and cheerful male gods from the courtyard."

"Oh? For example—"

"Huh? Sister Qing, what did you say? I can't hear you."

This wasn't Bai Miao faking it; Jiang Nianqing drove her car into a ravine, and her lost sight gradually returned.

At the same time, a continuous, dense, and soul-piercing cry of despair rang in my ears.

Bai Miao's head was throbbing with pain; the high-frequency sound waves, filled with agony and despair, felt like a million sharp needles piercing his brain.

Seeing that Bai Miao was uncomfortable, Fen Yuan took the initiative to cover Bai Miao's ears.

However, covering your ears does not alleviate the effect of the shriek in the slightest.

This shriek affects not only the body, but also the soul.

The armored vehicle, its paintwork only scratched in the rampage, emitted a series of crisp sounds under the high-frequency sonic vibrations.

The handlebars that Bai Miao was gripping tightly suddenly came off.

The Bagua formation beneath Jiang Nianqing spun wildly, and golden runes surged forth from it.

Bai Miao was suddenly quiet, but the surging wails still echoed in his ears, wave after wave.

Jiang Nianqing floored the accelerator, and Bai Miao knew that even Jiang Nianqing couldn't block out the wailing for long.

They must break out of Wenshan Dojo before Jiang Nianqing's spiritual energy is exhausted.

Amidst the clamor of the masses, only the dead find peace.

The countless dead within the Wenshan Dojo, like the world-famous painting "The Scream" before Bai Miao's transmigration, screamed hoarsely until their entire bodies were contorted.

There are still a few living people in the Guanshan Temple, but there isn't even a trace of a living person in the Wenshan Temple.

Ahead, at an old-fashioned courtyard, a group of people emerged from behind a broken wooden door and waved to Jiang Nianqing and Bai Miao.

The person in charge is holding a cloth with a large "He" character written on it. He is probably He Changlin's father, the head of the He family, He Jin.