Having devoted myself to guiding souls, I was surrounded by them after my death.

Wei Jingyao's eyes flashed with astonishment, while Zhang Luan'an clicked his tongue in resentment.

"I knew it."

Zhang Luan'an was the first to discover the clues—someone had forged a fake Song Qingmei.

Song Qingmei winked and tossed the corpse over.

"By the way, I have a suggestion."

She supported her chest with one hand and took out lipstick with the other, gently applying it to her lips:

"If you want to invite a beautiful woman to afternoon tea, remember to choose a romantic location. What kind of straight man tastes in a godforsaken place like this?"

Wei Jingyao twisted his neck, his muscles twitching all over his body, veins bulging like snakes, his muscles exaggerated, like a giant.

"Boring."

Song Qingmei smiled and said:

"There are differences even among those of the same level. I thought you would understand this after your last setback."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Jingyao suddenly rushed out, like a ferocious beast that had suddenly sprung up.

Song Qingmei took a deep breath and suddenly spoke:

"Om-"

A powerful sonic boom erupted, pressing down on Wei Jingyao and pinning him to the spot, causing cracks to appear on the deck beneath his feet.

Behind him, Wei Jingyao brandished two lawnmowers, their blades black with gold patterns branded on the surface.

He vanished into the shadows, instantly peeking out from Song Qingmei's shadow and using a lawnmower to cut her Achilles tendon.

However, Song Qingmei had anticipated this and nimbly dodged it with a light leap.

Her high heels landed smoothly, as if she were walking on flat ground.

The next second, Wei Jingyao rushed out and threw a heavy punch, the force of which sent her flying several meters.

"Wow, that's quite a bit of strength." Song Qingmei wiped her mouth.

Wei Jingyao clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, and said coldly:

"Even if you're level three, you can't take on both of us at the same time, can you?"

However, Song Qingmei simply chuckled softly.

The next second, a melodious piano tune began to play.

"What's that sound?!" Wei Jingyao exclaimed alertly.

"Wait, that music, is it a violin?"

Zhang Luan'an's shoulders trembled; he had already developed PTSD from all the hard work.

"It's that wild ferryman from last time!"

……

At this moment, outside the dock, more than a dozen spirit weapon hunters chased "Song Qingmei" towards the mudflats.

Suddenly, "Song Qingmei" stopped and turned into a pile of shattered mirrors.

Immediately afterwards, melodious piano music began to play.

"Glug! Glug!"

Black mud surged, and withered hands tore and writhed as it rushed in!

The black mud swallowed them, and the withered hands tore them apart.

In an instant, screams filled the mudflats, making it seem like a living hell.

The horrific scene lasted for less than a minute before everyone was unexpectedly swallowed by the black mud.

"Sure enough, sometimes it's easier to kill people than supernatural beings."

Chen Shi strode out, holding a violin in his hand.

He looked at the ferry and strode forward, stepping over the corpses.

"Now, while Sister Song is holding back those two spirit weapon hunters, it's time to go and meet this evil spirit."

Chapter 163 The Strange Dancing Sounds

Just as Song Qingmei had predicted, it was all a trap.

Since it's a trap, once Wei Jingyao discovers her presence, he will definitely send out his entire force.

"But if you're too single-minded, you'll use all your brain cells to feed your muscles."

Chen Shi chuckled and twirled the [Mirror Ring] on his finger.

Using this, we can simply create a projection of Song Qingmei to attract attention and divert the first wave of attacks from the dock.

In this way, the roles of hunter and prey are reversed.

It's difficult to fight them head-on, one against many, but with a little trickery, you can gather them together and then launch a sneak attack with the black mud, and everything will be within your grasp.

Whoever operates in the shadows has the advantage; that's just the way it is.

After luring away most of the spirit weapon hunters, Song Qingmei can then swagger onto the deck to challenge the BOSS alone.

"Is it alright to send Song Qingmei alone?" Su Yining asked worriedly. "The opposing team has one level three and one level two. She won't have an advantage fighting two opponents alone, will she?"

"You said it yourself, but you just can't gain the upper hand."

Chen Shi strode onto the dock and walked into the ferry.

“There are differences even among those of the same level. Take Luo Xiaoyu, for example. She is at level two, but she is far ahead of other level twos. Although Song Qingmei cannot completely defeat Wei Jingyao and Zhang Luan’an, she can still buy time.”

He said:

"In the meantime, we need to deal with the evil spirit first."

The most urgent task is to separate the hostile forces and deal with them one by one.

Otherwise, it could very well turn into a situation like that of the Jimu Private Hospital and Qiushi Academy, where they would have to face both enemies and evil spirits at the same time, which would put them at a great disadvantage.

Just then, a deep, resonant hum came from the deck:

"Om-"

The moment the fog was cleared, a series of chaotic smashing sounds rang out, revealing three figures locked in a fierce battle.

“Song Qingmei has already engaged them; let’s speed things up.”

As Chen Shi spoke, he sped across the pier and rushed into the porthole.

As planned, as soon as we stepped onto the deck, the fishy smell of the river instantly intensified, and a murky river mist enveloped us, making it seem as if we were boarding not a ferry from the Republic of China era, but a ghost ship heading into the abyss.

The atmosphere on this ship is very unpleasant.

Very fierce.

Chen Shi looked around, and inspiration began to sound the alarm.

In contrast, as a ghost, Su Yining acted more naturally, as if she were returning home.

"Go inside."

According to the plan, he did not linger on the deck. He handed Wei Jingyao and Zhang Luan'an over to Song Qingmei to stall for time, while he and Su Yining went into the steerage cabin.

Lifting the black curtain, a wave of dampness mixed with the stench of decaying wood rushed out.

"cough."

Chen Shi coughed lightly, the pungent smell causing people to frown.

This ferry doesn't look like it's been renovated at all; it looks like it was just pulled out of the sea.

The cabin was extremely dark, with a hazy, gray river mist seeping in through the high windows.

Rows of old wooden beds are arranged closely together. The paint on the wooden planks has long since faded, and the cracks are filled with indelible grime, with dark red stains on the edges.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps sounded:

"Come on, Brother Wei, call some men up to the deck, the ferryman is here!"

Three people wearing hound masks rushed out from the depths of the steerage, each carrying a different magical weapon.

Su Yining nudged him:

"Chen Shi".

"I know."

Chen Shi and she exchanged a glance, then both disappeared into the darkness.

"Is someone watching over that thing in the cabin?"

"Look, that thing is really weird, it's been swinging in the corridor."

"Tell those people to stay out of its sight. If things get bad, we'll have to lure the ferryman over and use that thing to deal with them."

The three of them talked as they rushed out.

Just as they were about to rush onto the deck, a rope was suddenly thrown out from the shadows and accurately lassoed the neck of the last person!

"cough!"

The rope tightened instantly, leaving bluish-purple marks on the man's neck.

His eyes widened, and he reached out to warn them, but was mercilessly pulled into the darkness by the rope.

Immediately following was a crisp sound of bones breaking:

"Crack!"

"Follow up... Huh? There's another person missing?" The leading artifact hunter was taken aback, only then realizing that someone was missing.

"I don't know, it was just here a moment ago."

The two looked around when Su Yining suddenly jumped out from the shadows, her red silhouette resembling a colorful sunset.

She spun around, twisted her waist, and kicked the man hard in the waist, sending him flying into a "C" shape and into a pile of junk.

"What? You..."

Before the other artifact hunter could finish speaking, Chen Shi suddenly jumped out from the other side and wrapped the rope around his neck.

Without a word or holding back, Chen Shi's arms gleamed with a sharp, shimmering sheen as he unleashed a sudden burst of power with both hands.

"cough!"

The artifact hunter's neck snapped, and he instantly stopped breathing.

"It's weaker than I expected."

Chen Shi dragged the body into the shadows.

Is it because of the advancement? Dealing with these low-level spirit weapon hunters is a matter of moments.

Beside her, Su Yining smiled, looking somewhat excited:

"Hey, Chen Shi, don't we look like Sherlock Holmes and Watson?"

"Holmes and Watson wouldn't assassinate someone, would they...? It should be Batman and Robin, right?" Chen Shi chuckled.

It's clear that Su Yining had long wanted to experience this Assassin's Creed-style infiltration.

Amidst their conversation and laughter, they arrived at the center of the pile of goods.

The man who had just been kicked away by Su Yining was lying on the ground, clutching his waist. His hound mask had long since fallen off, and he was curled up in pain.

"Su Yining is incredibly strong, truly a genius," Chen Shi thought to himself.

"you……"

Upon seeing them, the man immediately struggled to reach for his weapon.

Chen Shi was too lazy to waste any more words, so he threw the rope to control his hands.