What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

The reason remains the same: she doesn't trust Gu Yuqiu, but this is a very private matter, and there's no reason to let outsiders know.

Even though Shen Muchan had already guessed it.

"I don't agree with your way of getting along."

She paused, then continued, "Of course, I disagree even more with Gu Yuqiu. As long as someone is in the lead, I'm willing to follow behind and cheer them on."

Su Yan raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at her, saying, "What do you mean by that?"

"I wanted to tell you..."

Shen Muchan said seriously, "It's impossible for me to fall in love with Gu Yuqiu. You don't need to worry about things that are impossible."

Su Yan didn't respond to that, but instead raised her hand to call the waiter and had her refill her glass of wine.

When the wine came again, her voice rang out.

"I was like that back then too. Then, without any dramatic events, I started to care about her, until she started to care about me too, and we both realized that we liked each other."

Shen Muchan was stunned.

She had never heard of any of this, and had no idea what was going on between Su Yan and Gu Yuqiu, or how two people with such opposing tempers had come together.

She had thought there was a deeply moving story behind it, even if it was a fabrication, but she never expected to hear such a thing.

She didn't think Su Yan would lie about something like this, so it must be the truth, even if it was bizarre, illogical, or inexplicable.

"One Lin Mushi is enough."

Su Yan gazed at the night outside the window, her eyes somewhat vacant, and said, "I don't want to see any more accidents."

Shen Muchan had no way of commenting on this.

She didn't want to discuss whether this approach was right or wrong. Looking at the remaining wine in her glass, she didn't want to drink anymore. She called the waiter over and ordered another glass, then said to Su Yan, "I'm going to take a walk. I'll be right back."

After saying this, she closed her eyes, her figure suddenly vanished, as if she had disappeared for a moment.

……

……

Two minutes ago.

In the backyard of Shiramizu Shrine, in a modern-looking wooden pavilion, sits a father and daughter.

The monk Jiehai stood by the wooden pavilion railing, looking at the pond water with its thin layer of ice and withered lotus leaves, and asked in a deep voice, "Her Majesty the Empress and that one, are they still not making a move?"

Behind him was the shrine maiden who had left an impression on Gu Yuqiu a few days ago.

Unlike the idiot she had shown before, she was now extremely cold, with no trace of warmth in her eyes. How could she be considered stupid?

She said softly, "Yes."

"Incomprehensible..."

After a moment of silence, the monk Jiehai asked, "Chunhai, what is your opinion?"

The girl's name is Akiba Harumi, which is quite poetic and sounds beautiful.

“I read a book, and there was a sentence in that book that roughly summed up their thoughts.”

She lowered her head slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "The saying goes, 'Silence is the greatest contempt.'"

The monk Jiehai remained silent.

Qiuye Chunhai slowly raised his head, looking at his father's back, and said, "All the choices we make are unlikely to be taken seriously by them. The only thing they care about is why we dare to do them."

The monk Jiehai turned to look at her, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

"With Her Majesty's magnanimity, she will surely understand my aspirations."

His voice was slightly dry and had a stiff quality: "I just want this land to have its long-lost sense of self. I suppose that's what Her Majesty the Queen also wants. Otherwise, why would she allow us to exist instead of becoming the masters of this place?"

Upon hearing this, the girl bowed respectfully.

The meticulously trimmed hair danced with the movement, possessing a dignified and sacred beauty.

A shrine maiden must always have this kind of demeanor.

Just as she finished bowing, the breeze suddenly disappeared.

All sounds were gone.

The whole world seemed to die in that instant, falling into an eternal stagnation, unable to move forward any further.

She found that she could still move, and stiffly raised her head to see her father, whose expression was extremely solemn.

Then, she saw a tall woman standing in mid-air, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

She was a woman with long, waist-length hair, extremely beautiful, wearing a black dress. Her figure and demeanor were impeccable, and she clearly held a very high status.

She continued to look ahead, and saw the night receding like the tide, and the setting sun reappeared on the other side of the mountain, casting a fiery twilight upon the world.

Even if she was ignorant, she would know who this guest was.

Before she could figure out what was going on, the monk Jiehai's voice rang out.

What brings you here?

Shen Muchan didn't speak, but simply raised her hand.

A sword appeared in her hand.

Immediately afterwards, the twilight sky abruptly receded, condensing onto the sword and transforming into a shooting star.

A meteor fell.

It fell towards the wooden pavilion.

The monk Jiehai's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected her to attack without saying a word, leaving no room for maneuver.

He had initially thought that negotiations were possible, but now he was filled with shock, confusion, and anger.

Yes, you are indeed very strong, second only to a few others in the world today.

But I am also a fifth-order being, and I am already on the same level as you. Not to mention that I received a gift from that being a few days ago, which allowed me to advance even further.

Even without these, I am still powerful, and my greatest strength lies in defense.

You actually want to kill me without saying a word?

What absurdity!

As Jiehai Monk thought this, his heart could no longer remain still as water. He angrily raised his hands to protect his face instead of throwing a punch.

The reason is simple: he doesn't think he can defeat Crimson.

In that case, defense is the best option.

Shen Muchan didn't care about any of that.

She seemed not to see anything; the shooting star she had thrown was still falling.

An invisible force enveloped the entire wooden pavilion.

In an instant, the longsword and the stars formed from the twilight collided with the arms of the monk Jiehai.

next moment.

The wooden pavilion was smashed to pieces.

Withered lotus leaves turned into water.

The startled deer disappeared.

The pond water receded at an extremely fast speed, forced into the cracks in the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the beautiful courtyard was transformed into a dilapidated dry landscape, devoid of any artistic charm.

The terrifying power, as if a real meteorite were falling, was precisely controlled and bombarded this land without any leakage, condensed to its extreme.

When this collision reaches its end, it is often vented through sound.

A deafening roar!

It was as if thunder had erupted from the ground.

Extending outwards from the wooden pavilion for one hundred meters, all the buildings were completely flattened and destroyed, yet not a speck of dust rose, and the view was crystal clear.

Immediately afterwards, a shockwave appeared, rushing in all directions like a tsunami, shattering countless windows before finally stopping.

If this attack hadn't occurred in the Crimson World and hadn't been unrelated to the real world, Tokyo's night would surely have been filled with sirens blaring.

Shen Muchan didn't care about any of that. She gripped her longsword again and looked down.

The monk Jiehai knelt on the ground, his clothes were tattered, and countless wounds were visible to the naked eye, from which blood gushed out and flowed down in torrents.

It's like a stone about to break.

Behind him, Akiha Harumi could no longer remain calm, staring blankly at the scene before him, her eyes filled with nothing but confusion.

Shen Muchan landed on the ground, casually swung her sword, and beheaded the monk Jiehai.

There was no burst of blood.

There was only a soft sound.

The wind rises again.

Shen Muchan disappeared.

That setting sun vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Night fell again.

In the real world, everything is intact; the courtyard is undamaged; Tokyo is still bustling, and no alarms can be heard.

Akiha Shunkai remained kneeling on the ground, his body drenched in sweat, the confusion in his eyes gradually turning into fear.

Before her lay a head, its bloodshot eyes wide open, as if staring at her or witnessing something unbelievable.

The next second, she could no longer control her emotions and screamed!

……

……

High-rise buildings, bars.

Shen Muchan opened her eyes, looked at Su Yan sitting opposite her, and casually said, "Kill her."