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Chapter 164 Nothing is impossible
This is the major arcana card number 13 in the Tarot card "Death".

Jiang Chengmian looked coldly, "Of course this is the god of death who came to take your life."

The old lady with gray hair and wrinkled face scoffed at this and didn't believe it, thinking that this must be a trick played by the yellow-haired girl in front of her.

Jiang Chengmian stood behind the "Reaper", "Your fortune today is that of the Reaper, which symbolizes failure, near destruction, and parting."

The old lady didn't believe in the theory of fortune at all, she only believed that the outcome was determined by strength, and she let out a cold snort, "Pretending."

After speaking, he cast a spell in his hand, and uttered an evil spell that was tedious and incomprehensible.

But in just a few seconds, black cobras with bloody mouths and sharp fangs began to emerge on the ground full of garbage.

"hiss--"

"hiss--"

These poisonous snakes spit snake letters, twisted their bodies, and surrounded Jiang Chengmian.

The old lady's face showed a victorious and triumphant look.

However, in the next second, the smile on the corner of the old lady's mouth stopped abruptly, and she became rigid, her eyes staring at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

"hiss--"

"hiss--"

Those cobras stopped not far from Jiang Chengmian, they didn't dare to take a step closer, as if they were afraid of something.

"presumptuous!"

Wearing cold armor and riding on a steed, "Reaper" uttered a low voice.

This voice was so powerful that it almost had an impact on the old lady's soul.

"Reaper" waved the black flag in his hand, and in an instant, transparent figures floated out of the black rose flag.

These souls opened their teeth and claws, and rushed towards the old lady with a roaring sound.

Thousands of souls launched an attack together, and the old lady couldn't resist it with all her strength.

"boom--"

With a huge roar, the old lady Xiexiu fell to the ground, covered in bruises and unable to move.

Unwilling to murmur, "No...impossible..."

Jiang Chengmian summoned the "Grim Reaper" and turned into an ordinary-looking tarot card again.

"Nothing is impossible."

She glanced lightly at the old lady lying on the ground, set up a barrier to prevent escape, and took out her mobile phone to call the relevant department.

After the phone call, he walked away.

Soon, people from the supernatural department came here, took away the seriously injured old lady, and brought her back for interrogation and detention.

Time is fleeting.

Soon, it was the day of the Yunshi Dance Competition.

On this day, Jiang Chengmian changed into relatively low-key clothes and came to the scene to watch the game.

She is wearing a mask and sitting in a corner.

On the stage, one after another outstanding contestants danced and left the arena. The thrilling dances brought people visual enjoyment and immersed themselves in this arena about art.

The hostess in a dress came to the stage, "The next contestant, Zhao Su, will come on stage. The dance she brought us is Nitang Yuyi Dance!"

Nitang Yuyi, one of the famous dancers, even those who are not dance majors are very familiar with the name of this dance.

"Clap clap-"

"Clap clap-"

"Clap clap-"

……

Everyone put away their casual attitude, and the drowsiness of those who were a little sleepy disappeared, and everyone concentrated on the stage.

Tian Qingzhuang's family also came to the scene.

There was anger on their faces, and they were ashamed of Zhao Su, a thief.

Zhao Su didn't get these glories through his own efforts!

(End of this chapter)