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

Song Qingmei put her hands on her hips and looked at Lu Jin.

"Your strength... Level 3 Ferryman?" Lu Jin was stunned for a moment.

Song Qingmei didn't waste any words with him. She suddenly exerted her strength and moved as fast as a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, she flashed in front of Lu Jin, preparing to raise her hand to remove his mask and make eye contact.

however……

Lu Jin suddenly produced a worn-out pocket watch from his sleeve and pressed it with his thumb:

"Ding--"

In an instant, Song Qingmei's legs went weak, her vision went black, her ears rang, and her whole body felt as if she had fallen into the void.

"My five senses have been stripped away?! Even my inspiration, as a Level 3 Ferryman, has been...!"

She was struck by inspiration and broke through the intrusion to regain consciousness in just a few seconds.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Jin had already drawn a dagger. The blade sliced ​​across his palm, and blood instantly nourished the blade, seeping into it along the grooves of the blade.

"!"

In the blink of an eye, the blade flashed out, precisely slicing across Song Qingmei's throat.

Blood spurted out instantly.

"cough……"

Song Qingmei's vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground.

"A Level 3 Ferryman really scared me. His intuition was strong, and his magical artifact was also powerful. I almost got taken down."

Lu Jin looked at Song Qingmei, who was lying on the ground, and although the knife wound on her throat was deep and death was only a matter of time for her, he still raised his blade, ready to finish her off and take away the spiritual weapon.

But next second...

Song Qingmei suddenly turned around, her alluring face filled with hatred and ferocity. One hand clutched her throat, the other held a lipstick, and she parted her lips:

"Om-"

The shockwave blasted out, sending Lu Jin flying against the wall and slamming him out of the street.

"Cough! That crazy woman still has the strength?"

Lu Jin felt as if his internal organs were being churned up, and his vision was filled with double images.

Furthermore, he became completely deaf in his left ear.

"Damn it," he cursed.

However, when Lu Jin looked up, he immediately felt as if his eyes had been opened.

Song Qingmei was panting heavily when she took out a contouring palette from her makeup bag and slapped the powder puff onto the cut on her throat. The horrifying gash was slowly healing itself!

"Can this person really be saved? Is that true?"

Lu Jin was stunned:

"Holy crap, they really saved him?"

The level three ferryman's strength is indeed remarkable; even with the spiritual artifact compass, he can only deprive the five senses for a few seconds.

Seeing that Song Qingmei was recovering, Lu Jin didn't risk his life. He decided to run away as the best of the thirty-six stratagems could be!

At the same time, he took out a compass, and the compass needle spun rapidly, finally pointing in a direction where there were many magical artifacts.

As long as there is firewood, there will always be mountains to burn.

Clearly, in his cat-and-mouse game with Song Qingmei, he was the mouse.

To deal with a Level 3 Ferryman like Song Qingmei, he needs more magical artifacts.

Lu Jin acted decisively and fled just as swiftly, running in the direction of the pointer towards a school not far away.

In the alley, Song Qingmei was panting heavily. The knife wound on her throat was gradually healing, leaving behind a horrifying scar.

"You ran pretty fast, now you'll have a scar..."

She stood up, still somewhat shaken, and leaned against the wall.

For someone like her, a level three ferryman, to almost stumble, Lu Jin must be quite powerful, and most likely one of the core members of the Spirit Weapon Hunters.

Just then, Song Qingmei looked in the direction Lu Jin had fled, and her beautiful eyes widened instantly:

"Wait, he's running in the direction..."

……

……

A few minutes later, Lu Jin rushed to the gate of Qiu Shi Private Academy and climbed over the wall without thinking.

"The compass needle is very stable, there must be a lot of magical artifacts in this place."

Moreover, there was still a trace of malevolent spirit lingering within, indicating that a ferryman was on a mission.

Level 3 ferrymen are rare. He didn't believe that he could be so lucky as to run into one. Could he possibly run into a second one?

You have to pick the softest persimmons to squeeze; if all else fails, you can just run away.

Just then, a flashlight beam shone directly on him.

"Hey! You over there, are you a teacher? I've never seen you before."

It's the old gatekeeper on patrol.

"Tsk."

Lu Jin merely glanced at it, then swung his blood-red blade, splattering crimson blood, and the old man instantly fell silent.

Everything was as simple as breathing. He calmly looked up and followed the direction of the compass to the main building.

The lights were still on in the multimedia classroom on the fourth floor of the main building.

Chapter 86 Riddler, get off the planet!

"Senior, are you ready?"

Chen Shi placed the wooden box on the ground.

Inside the wooden box lay an arm. Just like the hand it had been in, the skin remained intact, without any abnormalities or the odor a corpse should have, making it seem as if the person had been dead for three years.

Su Yining slapped her cheeks hard and clenched her fists, saying:

"Ready!"

What's with this look that suggests they're about to start a fight...?

Chen Shi sat down cross-legged, patted the floor, and gestured for Su Yining to sit down as well.

Just like back in my school days, after evening self-study, I would take a few laps on the rubber track, and then find a quiet corner of the lawn to enjoy the breeze.

The boy sat down casually on the ground, patting the girl next to him to signal her to sit down as well.

Su Yining sat next to her, first stretching her legs out, then bending her knees, wrapping her arms around her calves, and resting her chin on her knees.

She looked up and glanced at Luo Xiaoyu.

At this moment, Luo Xiaoyu was squatting beside the unconscious students, checking their vital signs one by one.

Su Yining bit her lip, looked out the window, shifted her position a few times, and leaned even closer to Chen Shi, her shoulders almost touching his.

The fragrance of crape myrtle blossoms wafts by; it smells wonderful.

Chen Shi smiled faintly, placing one hand on his severed arm and spreading the other out:

"Senior, hold my hand."

"Chen Shi, you should say something like 'hold hands' at a time like this. Do you even know how to chat with girls?"

"Can you concentrate a bit, senior? We're Sherlock Holmes and Watson now, uncovering the secret."

"Cut~"

Su Yining stuck out her tongue, took Chen Shi's hand, and clasped her hands together.

The hand was soft and cold, and I could feel the fingertips trembling slightly.

"It's okay, relax."

Chen Shi comforted him:

"Close your eyes, I will guide you."

He was inspired and, using himself as a medium, began to guide Su Yining's memories:

"Take your time to recall, calm down, and try to think about what happened in the past."

One is born, the second is cooked.

Having learned from her previous experience, Su Yining took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

Using Chen Shi as a bridge and inspiration as a pathway, threads enter the brain, seemingly pulling and piecing together fragments of memory.

The fragmented kaleidoscope of memories slowly clears, and some long-forgotten past events begin to surface...

"She is very special, and her inspiration is very strong. The invasion of evil spirits had no effect on her."

It was Hu Lizhang's voice.

Immediately following, an aged woman's voice rang out:

"Immune to Mirror Spirits and Sound Spirits? Akame?"

Those were memories from high school; her mind was hazy, but she could hear Hu Lizhang talking to an elderly woman:

“It’s really special. What’s the child’s name?” the elderly woman asked.

"Su Yining".

“Red eyes, her physical body is immune to evil spirits. This physique, without a doubt, makes her one of the sacrifices. She is qualified to be a sacrifice.”

Memories began to flood back, and Su Yining felt a sharp pain in her head.

It was as if I had entered a time tunnel, and several years had passed in the blink of an eye. Some insignificant memories vaguely appeared in my mind.

High school courses... classmates... annual exams...

Scenes of everyday life, like the patter of rain, flooded my mind: the afternoon sunlight by the window, and my identity as "Su Yining, a high school student."

Memories flooded back, finally settling on three years ago.

At the moment of her death.

Several unfamiliar women stood nearby; their figures were blurry, their faces and clothing indistinct.

"It's confirmed, she was indeed a sacrifice."

"We need to sacrifice her."

……

Offerings, sacrifices.

……

The two words pierced her mind like needles. Su Yining gritted her teeth, a sharp pain shooting through her heart, as darkness surged back.

It felt like I was dreaming when I suddenly lost my footing and kept falling, with only those words from before still playing repeatedly in my mind.

In my jumbled memories, a rusty train slowly emerged from the darkness.

On the information screen, a few words scrolled by:

Train No. 104

The train pulled away, and darkness once again swallowed consciousness.

"Su Yining!"

The familiar call reached her ears, like a hand pulling her ashore from the water.

"Oh--!"