Chapter 26: Luxianbei, are you still saying you can’t fight!?
When bold thoughts arise in your heart, you must bravely put them into action!
Luxianbei stopped chanting the incantation and quickly withdrew her hand from the pile of severed limbs that had formed a small mountain.
At the moment she withdrew her hand, the strange force absorbing spirit energy abruptly ceased, and the shrill sound near her ear vanished without a trace.
The Pharaoh noticed Luxianbei’s abnormal behavior and said in a deep voice, “What’s wrong? Is there a problem? Recklessly stopping the game could bring bad things, you know!”
“Hmm…” Luxianbei pondered for two seconds and flatly said, “I just feel that the Ouija board seems a bit…”
“Are you scared?” the Brazilian Warrior God interrupted mockingly.
As it spoke, its arms began to move, and with a series of ‘crack’ sounds, it surrounded Luxianbei from all sides, writhing like a group of venomous snakes preparing to strike.
A furtive whisper emanated from inside the box, as if it had come from another time and space.
“She’s scared, eat her… she wants to quit, eat her…”
Luxianbei thought, “……” I wasn’t that scared, but now that you say it, I’m very scared.
“No, no, I just think the Ouija board isn’t thrilling enough. Do you know any games that are more interesting and stimulating?”
“Heh, is the Ouija board game not thrilling enough?” the Brazilian Warrior God sneered. “Do you need a ritual to summon an evil god before you feel excited?”
“Yes, I happen to know of a ritual to pray to the deities. Would anyone like to give it a try?”
As soon as Luxianbei finished speaking, the four ghostly figures stiffened momentarily, clearly taken aback, as if they had not anticipated such a situation.
Du Sixian looked at Luxianbei, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes.
I didn’t expect a High Person would even ask to invoke a deity? Is this her premeditated response? Du Sixian thought.
“You seem to know a lot about this? Are you well-versed in mysticism? Don’t tell me you also know spells and the like?” the Brazilian Warrior God asked.
As the question was posed, whispers emerged again from inside the boxes.
“She is a Spiritual Ability User… she is not a Spiritual Ability User… she is a Spiritual Ability User…”
Is this a test? If I say I understand mystical things, will I be attacked immediately? After a brief consideration, Luxianbei hurriedly denied it.
“No, no, I don’t understand anything, just happened to hear about this urban legend. I found it interesting and just wanted to share it with you!”
I, Luxianbei, an ordinary person, cannot fight!
“……”
An oppressive, tense silence.
Luxianbei nervously waited, her gaze sweeping over the distorted faces.
If the target of the question is important, they would surely reject my proposal.
If there’s no rejection, it means it’s feasible. I should continue to lead them gently, and definitely not act recklessly and let them perceive my intentions.
While Luxianbei was contemplating, the Pharaoh broke the silence first, “Alright, let’s try it your way first, and we’ll continue the Ouija board game after a while.”
“Then, what do we need to do?”
Is there hope? Luxianbei’s heart rejoiced, and she quickly said, “It’s very simple; the basic procedure is the same, just change the incantation.”
“Incantation?” the Pharaoh said, with a hint of urgency in his tone, “Speak, what should it be changed to? After we play your game, we can hurry up and continue the Ouija board game.”
Luxianbei frowned; they didn’t seem to care about what the incantation was, just wanting to quickly deal with her and then continue with the Ouija board game?
Then don’t blame me for being impolite; I just want to survive!
Her gaze sharpened, she straightened her back, and loudly declared, “There are those of Zhongshan. There are women dressed in green, wherever they go, there is great drought, parched land for a thousand miles. They are called female drought deities, the gods of drought!”
It felt like an illusion; Luxianbei sensed something within her rise up after she said this.
“……”
Another period of silence followed. The four ghostly figures twisted their heads, glancing at each other, the severed limbs restlessly clashing against each other, creating an unsettling, furtive noise.
What are they waiting for? Have they discovered a flaw?
Or since they’ve become urban legends, did their brains not function well enough to remember such a long passage?
As Luxianbei pondered, she stole a glance at Du Sixian beside her, then paused slightly.
She saw that Du Sixian had entered a strange state, her eyes rolled back as if she had fainted, her right hand pressed onto the white porcelain plate by the severed limbs.
I have to speed things up; it seems Du is about to collapse!
Uh, though I don’t know if this will actually work…
Luxianbei shifted her gaze from Du Sixian, only to suddenly find that the ghostly figures had turned to look at her in unison.
Their dark and hollow eye sockets were deep and eerie, and their bodies flickered with phantom-like shadows.
Oh no! Why are they staring at me like this? What do you want? Give me a clear answer!?
While she was anxious, a cold, sharp voice came from nowhere, seeming to be very close, yet also distant, hidden in the darkest depths of the school.
“Agree to her, and then continue the Ouija board game,” the voice said disdainfully.
The moment the voice sounded, Luxianbei suddenly felt an almost palpable unclean aura enveloping the entire classroom, as if invisible eyes were watching her from behind.
Receiving the command of the voice, the ghostly figures returned their gaze and began to whisper in unison.
“There are those of Zhongshan. There are women dressed in green, wherever they go, there is great drought, parched land for a thousand miles. They are called female drought deities, the gods of drought!”
They were reciting in a mechanical tone, and then their voices grew increasingly high-pitched.
Luxianbei quietly watched them, feeling both anxious and hopeful.
Time passed slowly, and aside from the chanting sound ringing in her ears, everything was calm.
Luxianbei thought, “……” What’s going on? Is it useless? If it doesn’t work, then I can’t think of another way to get out of this!
While she was thinking, Du Sixian, who had fainted beside her, suddenly woke up, sat up straight, and blankly started chanting along with the ghostly figures.
“There are those of Zhongshan. There are women dressed in green…”
In the next moment, Luxianbei felt the air around them seem to stop moving, becoming thick, hot, and eerie…
Right after that, a dense, frantic, and manic whisper echoed in her ears, as if a large crowd was calling out to her.
She clearly couldn’t understand what they were saying, but a powerful desire to respond surged within her.
Listening to those calls that held no meaning and to which she couldn’t respond, Luxianbei’s head began to throb painfully, her entire body tense as if her muscles and nerves could snap at any moment.
Just as she felt she was about to succumb to the pain brought by those calls and mentally collapse into madness, the voices by her ear receded like a tide, and everything around her fell silent.
……
Du Sixian didn’t know when she had fainted, and when she woke up again, she was surprised to find herself chanting a strange description along with her companions, mechanically.
“There are those of Zhongshan. There are women dressed in green…”
In the next moment, the classroom before her was ignited.
Fiery red light set everything ablaze, and a terrifying wave of heat swept through the classroom, melting metal into dazzling liquid pooling on the floor.
In a daze, she saw her companions struggling in the flames, screaming, their voices gradually turning eerie and sinister.
In front of them, a strange deep purple pattern flickered on their foreheads, sometimes dimming, replaced momentarily by a dark red flame-like pattern, and sometimes shining brightly, as if declaring sovereignty.
Was that a war? Watching the two alternating patterns, Du Sixian oddly thought.
Under the struggle of those two patterns, the bodies of the Pharaoh and the others gradually turned pitch black, and soon their charred bodies crumbled away, revealing their true appearances to Du Sixian.
A grotesque urban legend composed of twisted heads, strange black boxes, and countless decaying severed limbs!
Surprise, fear, disgust—a multitude of thoughts flooded her mind.
What on earth is happening? Du Sixian thought in terror. Wait, where’s the High Person? Where is she? She must know what’s going on!
Her stomach churned violently; she suppressed the nausea from witnessing the true forms of those urban legends and turned to find Luxianbei, only to catch sight of a figure suspended in mid-air beside her.
She had eyes blazing with fire, completely n*ked, her red hair swirling behind her. Despite being unclothed, she exuded no sense of indecency—only awe, as if gazing directly at the sun.
Just a few seconds of staring plunged her thoughts into chaos, and no normal thought emerged in her mind.
Then, a torrent of strange and inexplicable knowledge forcefully surged into her mind, causing her a severe headache, and before she knew it, her vision went black as she lost consciousness.
As she fell to the ground, the still-forming purple pattern on her forehead instantly collapsed, and the dark red flame-like pattern gradually emerged, solidifying, before dimming away.
……
Luxianbei didn’t know how long she had sunk into silence. Strange whispers echoed in her ears, and she felt something lurking in the boundless darkness, watching her.
“Has the sacrifice of the avatar been interrupted? How could this happen? My beloved…”
“This aura… could it be true?”
Feeling that unpleasant presence watching her, she suddenly parted her crimson lips, looking into the endless darkness, her mouth involuntarily bursting forth with a mighty and disdainful shout, “Begone!”
Instantly, the feeling of being watched disappeared, and Luxianbei gradually regained consciousness.
She slowly opened her eyes, astonished to find the entire classroom appeared as if it had gone through a disastrous fire, charred black.
Du Sixian lay safely in the corner, looking as if she was merely asleep.
The bodies of the ghostly figures had almost completely collapsed, leaving behind only distorted heads on the verge of destruction, glaring at her with eyes that were almost all white, their gaze filled with resentment, as if they wanted to tear off pieces of flesh from her.
Luxianbei felt as if those eyes were silently shouting at her—“Luxianbei! Are you still saying you can’t fight!?”
“Uh……” Luxianbei pondered for a moment, softly muttering, “I didn’t know it would turn out like this, I’m sorry! Let me think about how to compensate you…”
As she spoke, she walked toward the Ming King statue, which was glowing red from the fire and still radiating warmth. The moment she grasped the Ming King statue, a wave of bloodthirst surged within her, and her consciousness blurred.
Driven by another self, she unconsciously turned her head, gazing at the almost collapsing ghostly figures, her eyes flashing with a crimson glow, breaking into a grin.
“Hehehe, I’ll help you reunite quickly as a way to compensate you!”
The ghostly figures responded, “？？？”
The next moment, the Ming King statue, wide-eyed with fury, filled their vision.
