### Chapter 181: The Sisters with Shattered Souls
What does a kn*fe really stand for? Chen Yunshi couldn’t say for sure. After all, many people she knew wielded knives, but the most representative was, without a doubt, the top-notch doctor. Her kn*fe was ruthless; if it weren’t for that kn*fe, no one would even think to call her a doctor.
One kn*fe could solve all troubles, fast, accurate, and merciless—so quick that you wouldn’t even feel the pain before you bit the dust.
Isn’t that what you’d call a divine doctor? Masterful in the art of healing!
But put knives aside for now, the mother dragon was a definite certainty—only the Dragon Lady fit that bill.
Everybody knew the Dragon Lady was smitten with the doctor, so when you combined the Dragon Lady with the kn*fe, well, that was the only connection Chen Yunshi could come up with.
“We can’t go back,” Chen Yunshi said, dry throat and all. After a pause, she snagged a can of beer from the bedside table and took a swig.
“We just came out from there! Are you insane wanting to head back?”
“I figured out who that psycho was who barged into Eternal Life Village; avoid her, ignore her, keep your questions to yourself. If she gets her hands on us, it’s gonna be a mess.”
“Additionally, let’s not forget that Brahma Sound and A She are not your sisters—they’re your enemies, Qian Mu.”
“Enemies to enemies, and mutual destruction is our greatest benefit.”
Should the Dragon Lady get into Eternal Life Village, and if the doctor tagged along, that would just be peachy for her.
Better dead than dealing with that hassle.
“Let’s just take a peek back.” Qian Mu’s voice was still lethargic and soft, like a deflated balloon. “Perhaps I could catch A She and Brahma off guard, they’re not exactly easy to k*ll. Whether I win or lose, I could still absorb their powers!”
“If that’s true,” Chen Yunshi gripped the cold metal of the can, eyeing its design, “you wouldn’t even know what that mother dragon signifies.”
“Don’t mess with her! If she catches wind of us, even if we escape, she’ll make our lives a living hell. That psycho is like a sticky band-aid, always ready to stab!”
“That gal is a born hunter. Her strength and defense hardly matter. The real deal is her ambush skills.”
Even without the doctor, going back to Eternal Life Village was a no-go; one Dragon Lady was already enough of a headache—and heaven help them if the doctor happened to be there too.
Unlike the Dragon Lady, the doctor didn’t play the long game; she didn’t sneak in and strike from the shadows—if she had a grudge, she’d deal with it right then and there.
“Are you going to keep calling me trash, telling me I’m a scaredy-cat? I think when you say that, you should hold up a mirror and take a good look at yourself.” The essence of Qian Mu began to seep out of Chen Yunshi, morphing into a wispy cloud of black mist floating in front of her.
“You are me, and I am you. We are mirrors.”
“Don’t you get it? I’m in your body for a reason. Why did you wake up in Eternal Life Village?”
The black mist formed two hands that held Chen Yunshi’s face gently, her voice feeble, “I fear that ghost, same as you fear that mother dragon.”
“I’ve told you before, our connection is deeper than mere coexistence.”
“Look at your face; it’s just like mine!”
“I know all about your personality, your temper, your every thought.”
“You’re just a different version of me, with a different direction. I envy you.”
“Take a wrong turn, and you’re called Chen Xin’er; get it right, and you won’t be Xin’er anymore. Nobody will even recall that name; it’s Chen Yunshi now.”
“Shut up.” Chen Yunshi raised a hand to press against the misty hand on her face. “If you knew the hell I’ve been through, what I used to be, you’d realize you’re wrong. I didn’t take the right path, I chose the wrong one, and it’s worse—understand?”
“That mother dragon? I’ve seen her slaughter an entire town. Could you gods do that?”
“Not a chance.” Qian Mu shook her head.
“Exactly. So why would you want to go back?”
“Because!” Qian Mu replied decisively, “A soul shattered into two; one half is human, the other a shadow. The separation has lasted too long—it’s only natural we’re a bit out of sync. I’m that shadow. If we wreck everything about the shadow, we can sync up better!”
Ten minutes later.
Vroom!
The car engine roared to life, and the red taillights faded around the corner of the complex.
Inside the car, Chen Yunshi furrowed her brows, eventually relaxing with a self-deprecating chuckle.
“My shadow’s a useless evil god? How ridiculous.”
“I’m a d*ath spirit, ranked seventh; while I was controlling evil spirits, you were stuck in Eternal Life Village caught in some ridiculous formation.”
“And now you’re telling me you’re my shadow, and I’m your other half? How laughable.”
“You may despise me, but that doesn’t change the facts.” Qian Mu patted Chen Yunshi on the shoulder with a hand formed of mist.
“Hmph.”
“Drive carefully, sharp-tongued softy.”
“Shut up! Or I’ll turn this car around right now!”
“Okay, okay, I won’t say a word.”
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The bl**d-threaded kn*fe-light exploded among the followers, transforming into countless small red feathers that harvested the nearby believers, clearing a vast expanse in one slice.
White Feather pushed one believer’s face away while using her waist to hurl that follower back, sending them crashing into others. With one foot firmly on the ground, the bl**d thread formed a cage that trapped her in place. In the next moment, waves of followers came surging in—a wild mix of men, women, young, and old—arms and legs flailing with speed.
In just a second, the bl**d thread cage filled to the brim with believers’ bodies.
Clenching her fists tight, the bl**d thread prison exploded, not quite managing to send the followers flying but obliterating dozens who had lunged forward.
In the thick mist, there were already countless red lanterns behind her.
The arc of the kn*fe-light merged into one, and the black dragon scales of the agile body shot up like a cannonball, clearing the already shredded believers from above, bits of them raining down.
Dozens of believers who had been intact just a second earlier found themselves as mere chunks of meat on the ground moments later, while the others surged forward mindlessly, trampling over their fallen comrades.
“I must say, my body is more effective than yours, sister~”
“Think about it. If you weren’t using my body but Zhao Mingyue’s, those dozens of strikes would’ve left her arm useless!”
“Only someone like me, who has thoroughly developed this body, can manage your tricky poses and moves. Honestly, what’s good about a undeveloped little girl’s body like Mingyue?”
In the air, White Feather struggled to maintain balance with the Dragon Lady’s wings.
Unfortunately, she was still plummeting; the Dragon Lady’s wings were meant for gliding and speed bursts, not actual flying.
“Sis, pay attention to me~”
“What I mean is, since you’re using my body, and we’ve fought so many times—you know my fighting style best. I usually just charge in headfirst.”
“And now you’re using my body, yet still fighting with your kn*fe skills.”
“A sister’s body isn’t supposed to be used like that, dear sister~”
“My strength is immense, and my body is resilient, giving you more room to maneuver. If we combine my former kn*fe skills with my combat methods, it should suit this situation better.”
White Feather fell silent, lightly pondering.
She could take out all these believers with the kn*fe in her hand.
The issue? Stamina.
Once she had minced these followers to bits and the Dragon Lady reclaimed the body, she would likely go “whomp” and find herself on her knees, sitting on the ground.
Just like Zhao Mingyue had back then—the body hadn’t dealt with such intense combat before. Relaxing would take time to readjust. It’s like suddenly attempting three hundred squats after a long break—you’d definitely feel the effects the next day.
Not injuring the body could be beneficial, but it might still be rather uncomfortable.
No need to guess; the Dragon Lady would definitely use that as an excuse to stick around, potentially crashing at Zhao Mingyue’s for a few days.
Not maybe—definitely.
Boom!
White Feather landed in the center of the believers, one hand wielding the kn*fe, while using the dragon wing to shield her other shoulder. She tensed up, unleashing her strength as she barreled through the followers.
It felt kind of weird, like she was surrounded by a bunch of toddlers who hadn’t learned to walk yet—just a slight nudge and they went flying.
There was a stack of believers; they didn’t scatter but piled up, leading to one big slice and hewing down a sizable chunk.
In that chaotic charge, it was inevitable that she’d take some hits.
However, the followers’ attacks were so weak; they landed on her obsidian-like dragon scales, unable to dent even a single scale.
She was starting to grasp what the Dragon Lady meant.
With her tremendous strength, high defense, and quick speed, this aggressive charging actually eased the pressure of being overwhelmed. Plus, it kept the followers all bunched up, since none of them had the brains to scatter—they just rushed forward!
With the believers piled together, it was like mowing grass—just one swing of the kn*fe and a heap would go down.
A She and Brahma Sound were watching, their combined consciousnesses observed.
If the Dragon Lady was a bulldozer, then White Feather was a meat grinder, pushing and grinding as she went.
It wasn’t that they didn’t intervene; after embodying Red Clothes, their strength skyrocketed, and squeezing a believer’s head in one hand was a breeze.
But in front of that kn*fe-wielding mother dragon, they couldn’t even last a few rounds before being chopped down.
Typically, after rushing in, they couldn’t keep pace. In the blink of an eye, they’d lose some pieces, and enduring just a handful of strikes boiled down to having a hard body.
Even those two sisters, seeing White Feather morph into a divine killing machine, couldn’t help but mutter curses under their breath—what a monster!
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The power went out this morning! Bang! Time to drop another chapter first!
