"Calamitys Death" countdown: 0h35m14s

After Zhang Huainan left Lan Yue Cave, Lu Yibei took out his phone again and eagerly opened the message from Miao Miao Jiang. Nanling Yaohua, floating behind him, also read the message with him.

Although she didn't know who sent the message, as her gaze swept across the lines of text, her eyes gradually became resentful.

The message was definitely sent by that limping girl; even if Lu Yibei didn't say it, she could tell.

That long string of words never contained a single "sorry" or "my apologies." It was cold and understated in its expression of regret, making one immediately think of that girl who seemed to push everyone away, as if devoid of human emotion.

It was as if the apology was just a formality, which made her a little angry!

Perhaps she didn't like Lu Yibei that much after all? Nanling Yaohua thought resentfully, but soon, she realized she was wrong.

When sharing her journey and experiences, the limping girl spoke in great detail, yet deliberately beautified the most dangerous moments...

The news that the Miracle Order's main force was almost completely wiped out in the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate had just spread. That same night, she and her mother were attacked by an unknown illegal Psychic organization.

After breaking out of a siege by more than a dozen powerful Psychic, she entrusted her mother to the Night Watch for protection and prepared to investigate the illegal Psychic organization that attacked them. Before she could even start, she met with heavy resistance.

Her investigation application was intercepted, her secret visits fell into traps, and after finally contacting the inspector and getting the investigation approved, she boarded a cruise ship to sea only to be betrayed by an insider, almost causing a serious maritime accident...

It was as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything, setting up numerous obstacles for her, preventing her from continuing to explore the truth. Even though Nanling Yaohua had little contact with the outside world, she could see the danger, and her life had been in peril several times.

It was just like a thrilling cross-country police and bandit film, full of blood, violence, and suspense.

However, that limping girl had painstakingly beautified it into a urban legend version of "Lost in Journey."

Between the lines, it seemed to whisper, "I'm not in danger, and I'll be able to appear before you completely intact soon, ready for a hug." And "I heard about your recent news and I'm very worried, please take good care of yourself."

Finally, it was accompanied by several carefully taken scenic photos, as if from a tourist.

This must be it, there's no mistake.

Nanling Yaohua is also a girl, so she can more easily understand another girl's thoughts.

Only someone like Lu Yibei would believe that the other party was not in danger, and after reading the message, he would foolishly grin without expression.

"......"

Did he trust the limping girl's ability so much that he wasn't afraid she would die?

Unhappy... Nanling Yaohua thought, her brows furrowed into a knot, and she pouted her small mouth.

During this time, after seeing the women who appeared around Lu Yibei, she thought she could tolerate the presence of that limping girl.

But after feeling the faint atmosphere of "mutual respect and devotion" between Lu Yibei and that limping girl, she felt a huge sense of crisis that she had never experienced with other women.

Terrifying, as expected of the number one enemy! Nanling Yaohua thought so, and the next moment, seeing Lu Yibei's reply, the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Lu Yibei: I can't believe you also have such a difficult and embarrassing time, I'm dying of laughter, hahaha!

Nanling Yaohua, "..."

I'm speechless! In this situation, the first thought isn't to comfort the other person and assure them of their safety, but to mock them?

What kind of absurd behavior is this?

Do you really think that girl's heart is made of iron?

Nanling Yaohua suddenly felt that the limping girl was not so scary after all.

Although her competitiveness is strong, Lu Yibei is a pig!

Nanling Yaohua was thinking when she saw the limping girl's reply, and she became even more confused.

Miao Miao Jiang: Seeing that you can still laugh, I feel much more relieved 【heart emoji】 It seems those Psychic organizations didn't put too much pressure on you?

Nanling Yaohua, "..." No, girl, this guy was just mocking you! Aren't you angry? And you're giving him a heart emoji?

Lu Yibei: Don't worry! I've always been lucky and destined for greatness. Nothing will ever happen to me. Even if everyone in the world and all urban legend die, I'll definitely be the last one left!

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"Calamitys Death" countdown: 0h25m43s

After chatting with Jiang Li for a few words and very subtly telling her that the upcoming video release did not mean that the Disaster would truly die, Nanling Yaohua's gradually intensifying resentment finally triggered Lu Yibei's premonition, forcefully pulling him out of the joy of confirming Jiang Li's safety.

She grabbed your neck from behind you.

Sensing the premonition flash through his mind and a slight feeling of constricted breathing, Lu Yibei's heart skipped a beat.

After a brief moment of thought, he expressionlessly closed Jiang Li's message interface and opened the message sent by the garbled text.

Nanling Yaohua was almost always behind him, and he was certain that if Nanling Yaohua wanted to, she would have already seen most of his conversation with Jiang Li.

Otherwise, her desire to kill would not have been strong enough to trigger the premonition.

However, according to Shui Ge, the more this happens, the less you should show panic. Panic means guilt. Conversely, the more righteous and open you are, the less danger there is, and it might even make the other person suspect that they are overly suspicious.

Lu Yibei didn't quite believe Shui Ge's statement until he personally saw Shui Ge calmly pull out his phone and reply to a client's message, while Inspector Xing Yuan sat beside him...

As the message interface switched, the slight feeling of constricted breathing disappeared, and Lu Yibei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, refocusing his attention on the phone screen.

"Huh? How could this be..."

Hearing Lu Yibei's confused voice, Nanling Yaohua's resentment on her face dissipated slightly. She pouted and leaned her head over his shoulder from behind him. After looking at the phone screen, she frowned.

When that mysterious garbled message was sent to Lu Yibei just now, she also saw it, and it took her a while to figure out that Lu Yibei was Blue Yi through Lu Yibei's reply.

However, after the so-called Miss Blue Yi replied to that unknown "friend" and expressed her desire to know the specific content of the cooperation, more than an hour had passed, and the other party had not replied again.

Could it be...

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"Did something unexpected happen?" Lu Yibei murmured softly, and Nanling Yaohua turned to look at his profile, nodding in agreement.

After all, it's not surprising for accidents to happen when going against the Eclipse Society Elder Council.

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"Calamitys Death" countdown: 0h05m03s

Free City, on an unnamed country road near Ligang Hill.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and on both sides of the road were wild grasslands taller than a person. Further away, the outlines of farms could be vaguely seen. The lights in those farms were off, as if they had been abandoned long ago, sleeping peacefully.

Footsteps were chaotic.

A tall, hot woman ran at an astonishing speed along the country road, using all four limbs. With her snow-white rabbit ears protruding from her hair, she looked like a panicked rabbit scurrying around.

And she was a rabbit that had already been attacked and was severely injured...

She was indeed seriously injured.

One of her snow-white rabbit ears was broken, the fracture jagged, as if it had been forcibly torn off. The continuously gushing blood soaked the golden curly hair on that side, mixed with sweat, and stuck stickily to her face.

One arm was twisted, as if the bones had been shattered, changing shape with every exertion of force.

Her close-fitting long dress was torn into several strips of cloth, as if it had been cut by countless blades, barely covering her sensitive parts.

But exposed beneath the broken clothing was not alluring snow-white skin, but grotesque wounds deep enough to see bone, or purplish-blue festering flesh, seemingly poisoned.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind sounded.

Along with the wind, a tall and burly middle-aged Black Emperor appeared behind the woman.

He wore a white top hat with a black ribbon sewn on it, a white suit with a dark blue floral silk scarf and suspenders, and worn-out brogue shoes. He carried a rusty saxophone in one hand, ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) looking like an old-fashioned jazz musician.

His sharp gaze locked onto the fleeing woman. The man raised the saxophone in his hand and gently blew into it...

The sound waves suddenly converged into a torrent, roaring like a tsunami.

Within the sound waves, countless figures vaguely collided, rubbing against each other and sparking flames. They swept over the woman, and wherever they passed, flesh and blood rolled open, then quickly healed, leaving only a bloody mess.

Suddenly in pain, the woman lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground, sliding far along the gravelly country road, leaving a crimson trail.

The next moment, a spine-chilling cackle came from both sides of the road, and a rustling sound came from the tall grass that almost completely obscured the view.

Something was rapidly approaching, concealed by the grass, with abnormally long limbs. If not for the surrounding reference points, one might even think they were two insects hidden in the grass.

Before the woman could struggle to get up, two ghostly figures, with huge pumpkins carved with terrifying patterns on their heads, deeply sunken eyes flickering with eerie green flames, and wearing sacks, swiftly darted out from the tall wild grass nearby, locking her arms and pressing down forcefully, pinning her to the ground.

"My dear Miss Rabbit, I never expected our first meeting to be in such a way, it's truly regrettable..." The Black Emperor hovered high in the air, looking down at the struggling woman on the ground and shaking his head, "Now is your last chance, cooperate or die!"

"Hmph, cooperate? With you? Ridiculous!" Miss Rabbit sneered.

"Why not?" The Black Emperor spread his hands. "What's the difference between cooperating with the Lan Yi Party and cooperating with our New Elder Council? The night will eventually come, and the era of humans has passed. In the near future, we will definitely..."

"I wonder if you know anything about Z Country culture?" Miss Rabbit suddenly interrupted, "If you knew even a little, you should know there's an idiom called 'a cunning rabbit has three burrows'..."

As she spoke, Psychic suddenly surged within her body. Azure flames moved under her skin, and the fire grew brighter and brighter. By the time her words fell, the surging Moon Yin Fire had completely engulfed her body.

The two pumpkin-headed urban legend, tainted by the Moon Yin Fire, let out painful wails.

Along with the wailing, the Black Emperor descended from mid-air, suddenly stretched out a hand, and, enduring the highly corrosive Moon Yin Fire, tore open Miss Rabbit's chest.

The sticky sound of flesh being shredded continued to echo.

The body was empty, with no urban legend core present...

After a long time, the Black Emperor straightened up, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his hands, and muttered to himself, "Did she escape again? What a pity."

"Do you know? Constantly depleting your own authority to escape will only make you useless. The next time we meet, I might have to hunt you down."

"However, to thank you for teaching me a Z Country word today, I will let you die without pain then..."

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"Calamitys Death" countdown: 0h00m00s

It was a seemingly ordinary evening, but at exactly 17:00, at the moment when day and night alternated, a shocking piece of news was delivered to major Psychic organizations by the scribes of the Si Ye Hui Headquarters, stirring up waves for the approaching night.

The White God Group, Assassins, Kasuga Grand Shrine, Aptya... even the Holy Sect and Black Night Alliance, who usually had little contact with the Night Watch, received a video from the Night Watch at the same time, learning the news that the Black Emperor had successfully hunted the newly promoted Disaster—the Calamity.

Soon after the Night Watch transmitted this information, an old man hurriedly passed through the gate of the Chunfeng Residence in Tang City, heading straight to the inner hall, where he found the girl curled up on a beanbag chair, cracking melon seeds with one hand and fiddling with a game console with the other.

"Master! This is bad, Master! Disaster, she..." Rushing into the inner hall and seeing Ju Meng, Turtle Elder paused before continuing, "Master, Disaster is dead, killed by that person from the Night Watch."

"Oh." Ju Meng nodded. "If she's dead, she's dead! Do you want me to avenge her? That's the Black Emperor! I can't afford to provoke him."

"But Master..."

"Alright, I get it. If there's nothing else, Turtle Elder, why don't you go rest?" Ju Meng said without lifting her head. "For the sake of our Taoyuan, don't worry about the Disaster."

"..." Turtle Elder hesitated several times, but ultimately said nothing, and left indignantly, flicking his sleeves.

He couldn't understand why Ju Meng was so calm even though Disaster was dead.

When did she become so cold and heartless?

Was it just because he said a few words about her not considering Taoyuan after returning from Shancheng last time?

A moment later, after Turtle Elder left the Chunfeng Residence, Ju Meng finally shifted her gaze from the game console, looked at the back of her hand, and rolled her eyes.

"Old fool, do you think I wouldn't know if that guy was dead or not? Tsk!"

As a matchmaker god, no one knew better than her that dead urban legend would not have red threads of fate; even ghost marriages had white threads...