It doesn't matter if your souls are scattered, as long as you die.

Since Min Miaomiao was found dead in a cave on the beach rock wall, this resurrected beach has been sealed off.

Yun Muchen would come over every day, and seeing the beach full of shellfish that he couldn't go in to collect, he would scratch his head in frustration.

He came again today, more than half a month after Min Miaomiao's body was discovered.

Upon inspection, it was still under lockdown.

Looking at the two policemen standing guard here, he could no longer care about anything else and ran over to ask one of the seemingly amiable young officers.

"Sir, when will this area be unsealed?"

The police officer being questioned had a baby face and looked very kind, but the words he said were so harsh.

"How would I know? And what does it matter to you whether this place is unsealed or not?"

"you……"

"Get out of here! Don't ever come here again."

Yun Muchen was furious and immediately retorted, "Why should I? This isn't your property. You can't just come and go as you please, nyah nyah nyah..."

As he spoke, he defiantly took a step forward, and one of his feet just happened to go inside the cordon.

The baby-faced man glanced at the empty space not far away, then grabbed Yun Muchen and tossed him aside.

Yun Muchen lost his balance and fell to the ground, instantly igniting his youthful passion. "You son of a bitch..."

He looked up and saw a dark gun barrel pointed directly at his forehead, and the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat.

"Can't you understand human language? Get out!"

His once kind, baby-faced expression turned gloomy.

Yun Muchen's youthful vigor vanished instantly, and he quickly got up and ran away.

Watching the boy run away, the baby-faced police officer let out a long sigh of relief, then glanced furtively at the scene a few hundred meters away, where no one was.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're really bold, letting go of a sacrifice they needed."

"As long as you don't tell, Brother Ling, they won't know."

Ling frowned. "Of course I won't say anything, but don't do it again next time."

The baby-faced man didn't speak, but prayed that no more people would come in the next few days.

After running a distance, Yun Muchen stopped, kicking the sand on the beach in a fit of rage, and then lay down on the ground and rolled around.

When he was exhausted from all the commotion, he lay on his back on the beach, his eyes filled with resentment as he gazed at the azure sky.

After an unknown amount of time, a raindrop fell into his eye.

He slammed his hand on the ground and sat up, pointing at the sky and cursing, "What the hell are you doing? It was sunny just a moment ago, and then without any warning, it started raining! Can't you hold your diarrhea?"

He got up cursing and ran home as fast as he could.

……

At 3:30 a.m., Yun Li's powers were fully restored, and he left the space.

As soon as he left the space, he used his mental power to scan the entire Bijin Mountain. The remaining few capable people were all in the Min residence. Some were lying down sleeping, some were meditating, and some were fiddling with something.

When the wind picks up, you reach the edge of the cliff. Touching it with a pole, the barrier is still there.

She wondered, wasn't that Onmyoji buried alive by her? Why was the array barrier still there?

Could it be that this formation wasn't set up by that Onmyoji at all?

Thinking of this, he focused his mental energy on the collapsed corner of the underground.

The Onmyoji is still underground, but he's not dead yet. The barrier she can't break has created a small space for him to move around in.

They weren't crushed by rocks and soil, so in just one day, no one would starve to death.

So, he is still alive.

However, the situation doesn't look too good.

Yun Li didn't want him to live too long, but at this point she had no way to kill him completely.

If we wait for him to starve to death, it will probably take at least three days to a week.

She had waited so long, but she was also afraid of something unexpected. What if the Onmyoji was saved or survived for ten days, half a month, or even longer? Wouldn't her wait have been in vain?

After thinking about it, I decided to figure out a way to break the formation first.

The key to the formation is definitely on Bijin Mountain, but she doesn't know exactly what it is.

Then all we can do is beat the master with random punches.

It once again used the wind to fly high into the sky, finally landing on the top of the tallest tree.

After she stood firmly on her feet, she stretched her hands toward the sky, and her usually indifferent eyes suddenly sharpened.

In an instant, a deluge of lightning fell from the sky, indiscriminately destroying the trees and rocks in the mountains.

The pitch-black, damp night was instantly dispelled by the lightning, and the sky brightened.

Whether it was people down the mountain or those sleeping or awake in the Min residence, everyone looked out the window the instant the thunder and lightning struck.

Black Hawk jumped out of bed and went to the window to look outside. What he saw shocked him so much that the color drained from his face instantly.

He gripped the curtains, trembling as he thought, "Yun Li, what exactly do you want to do?"

Aren't you afraid of running out of superpowers?

Thinking of something, he opened the door and went out into the living room, where he saw everyone was already there.

He walked over to the old monk standing by the French windows, wanting to find out if he knew what the lightning strike meant.

Before he could even ask, he saw that the usually smiling old monk had become serious, showing no trace of his usual ease.

"Master Zhidu..."

Whether the old monk didn't hear him or simply didn't want to pay attention, he turned around and walked to the door, watching bolts of lightning strike the courtyard.

Black Hawk followed behind him and saw his fingers moving rapidly. He recognized the gesture; he was calculating.

He didn't know what he had divined, but he saw his face turn dark and gloomy.

After about three minutes, the old monk stopped his calculations, glanced at Black Hawk, and went inside.

"Esteemed benefactors, this old monk has something to say."

Vikram, who was calming the black snake, Emma, ​​the blonde woman holding an umbrella inside, and Pastor James, who was holding a cross and praying, all looked at him curiously, as did Black Hawk, who was following behind him.

"Old monk, what do you want to say?" Emma twirled around with her umbrella, her bright blue eyes looking at the old monk with disdain.

Pastor Zhan said with a smile, "Master Zhidu, please speak."

"I just performed a divination and received two pieces of bad news."

"Oh, bad news?" Emma gracefully sat down on the sofa. "Tell me, let me see the divination skills of this Eastern monk."

Master Zhidu, "The first piece of bad news is that this Bijin Mountain will most likely be destroyed by lightning in the end."

It is indeed bad news, but it doesn't concern anyone here, since they're not from here anyway.

Vikram stroked the snake coiled around his arm, a smug look on his face.

Pastor Zhan was only surprised for a moment, then tapped his chest and said, "Amen."

Emma was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, laughing without restraint.

"Hahaha, if Bijin Mountain is destroyed, won't those rich and powerful people have to fight with people of lower social class for land?"

Black Hawk stood behind Master Zhidu, his brows furrowed. He didn't care whether Bijin Mountain was destroyed or not; what he cared about was why Bijin Mountain was destroyed.

Could it be because of Yun Li?

The old monk didn't mind Emma's rudeness at all, but instead told her another piece of bad news with a serious face.

"Another piece of bad news is that we have become lambs to the slaughter."

What he didn't say was that these two pieces of bad news might not come true, because there was a ambiguity in the divination.

This is a variable.

He guessed that the variable was the lightning ability user.

The course of events depends entirely on her actions.