Republic of China

Chapter 402 Suicide
The burning sensation returned, and was even more intense.

Even with its rapid backward leap, the cherry still couldn't escape.

The 'thing' shooting out from that ancient mirror followed the cherries like a shadow, and the gray mist that emanated from it flowed and changed its shape, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, blooming into clusters of five-colored hibiscus.

The more beautifully the mist flowers bloom, the stronger the burning sensation in Cherry's chest becomes.

It was ulcerated and oozing pus, with a foul stench.

He knew that if things continued like this, even if he didn't die from being "pierced" in a daze, half of his body would turn into rotten flesh.

He only regretted that he no longer had any magical weapons to protect himself, and that he couldn't summon Zhao Sanyuan back to protect him in a short time.
Damn it, let's take a gamble!
In desperation due to his severe imbalance in academic performance, Cherry jumped back and bit his finger, made a hand seal with both hands, slightly bent his thumbs, covered his right palm with his left, and shouted angrily.

"Copper fence!"

A muffled thud.

The mist lotuses blooming around the female Yin-Yang Master's feet trembled.

"Close the shield!"

With another loud shout, Cherry flipped his palms over, left side down, right side up.

As if his words had been spoken, one of the mist lotuses instantly disintegrated, as if it had been crushed by something.

The reduced burning sensation in her chest made Cherry breathe a sigh of relief, and she silently kowtowed to Seventh Master a hundred and eighty times.

I learned this move from Master Qi when I was a child. In his words, although this move may not be very powerful, it can be a lifesaver for the puppeteer in critical moments. I finally obtained it from Master Wang Yijing of Cihang Temple.

I didn't think much of it at first, but now I realize that Master Qi was truly farsighted. A puppeteer without puppets is practically worthless.

Just as the cherry landed and thought he had escaped a disaster, he suddenly saw the female yin-yang master give a wicked smile, as if to say, "You're too happy too soon. In this game, such little tricks are simply not worthy of being mentioned."

She babbled a long string of words, and then all the surrounding misty lotuses disappeared, as if they had never existed.

Cherry was terrified, her heart pounding.

In his view of values, everything is pretty much the same. Simply put, they all have to follow the law of conservation of energy. The same goes for Xuanmen magic. Judging from the other party's appearance, it is not a withdrawal spell at all. So where did all those strange mist lotuses go?

Up, down, left, right, forward, backward, and all around!

Cherry quickly scanned his surroundings, and when he confirmed that he hadn't found any mist flowers, he gave a helpless, bitter smile.

It's going to break
At this moment, the bright moonlight made the blood mist sprayed on Cherry's chest appear exceptionally vivid, like a blood-red flower bud in full bloom.

The rootstock is where the previously extensive, festering, and pus-filled wound was located.

The severely damaged cherry gritted its teeth and watched helplessly as the flower bud 'growing' from its chest grew larger and larger. Inside the open petals, there were dense, flesh-colored eyelashes that swayed from side to side, each one over a foot long.

Even the most resilient person would gasp in shock at the sight, especially since this thing was growing out of their own body.

Generally speaking, 99% of people either panic and act rashly or desperately try to draw out the roots of the blood flower in a panic.

But the more critical the situation, the calmer Cherry's mind became; perhaps this is what makes her a top-notch science student.

He was absolutely certain that if he rashly pulled out the stem, the only consequence would be death.

This blood flower is sucking blood to grow stronger, and who knows how many tiny roots are hooking onto blood vessels and arteries in places that are not visible.

Therefore, all we can do right now is to act quickly.

Let's see if she gets drained first or if Zhao Sanyuan kills the female Yin-Yang Master first.

Then, Cherry used all her strength to urge Zhao Sanyuan to abandon suppressing Tsuchimikado Touki and instead charge at the female Onmyoji. Judging from her stance, she was determined to either kill her with a chop or smash her to death. Of course, Cherry's daring was based on sound reasoning; she had made precise calculations in her mind.

An adult human's blood content is about 7%-8% of their body weight. I am 1.83 meters tall and weigh 74 kilograms, which translates to about 5,200 to 5,800 milliliters of blood. Although a large amount of blood has been drained, I am still relatively clear-headed and not in shock. This means that the amount of blood drained is no more than 1,800 milliliters. Therefore, I have at least four to five seconds before I am drained to death. Even if I suppress it to three seconds, it would be enough to kill that woman and ensure that there is not enough time for Tsuchimikado Touki to come and pick up the pieces!
Fight for your life!

Whoever is slower dies!

But this does not include those who have already put themselves in a deadly situation.

The female Onmyoji's eyes were filled with malice and fanaticism. She then offered the mirror with both hands and slammed her head against the ground. Her skull was smashed against the stone slab, and she died on the spot, still in the posture of offering the mirror until her death.

Perhaps from the moment she cast the spell, she decided to exchange her life for another, and when the time for sacrifice arrived, she did not hesitate.

The red and white liquid flowed all over the ground, but it was not mixed with blood. Instead, it flowed down her neck in countless lines, forming some kind of strange rune, and flowed toward the ancient mirror.

The three-second deadline calculated by Cherry was completely useless; he didn't even need two seconds before he committed suicide.

In return, the blood flower rapidly expanded, its blood-absorbing speed increased several times, and all six large petals opened wide, fiercely attacking the cherry, determined to completely envelop its body and turn it into blood for nourishment.

Cherry's eyes rolled back, and even a strong Shandong man would go into severe shock after losing a lot of blood.

boom--

Zhao Sanyuan collapsed like a puppet during his sprint, and the cherry was completely covered in blood. Judging from the frequency of its writhing, there was absolutely no chance of survival for a mortal body inside.

Perhaps no one in the car ever imagined that a Japanese woman could be so ruthless, not only to her enemies but also to herself, intending to trade her life for her own from the moment she cast the spell.

Not far away, Tsuchimikado Touki sighed silently after putting his dislocated jaw back into place. He thought to himself that he would not be able to get the secret about the Puppeteer for the time being, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had not expected such a powerful Puppeteer to appear out of nowhere, and it would take the life of an experienced Yin-Yang junior subordinate to take him down.

It's a pity, but at least the important business wasn't delayed.

The troublesome Yanshi has been executed, and Zhao Sanyuan is half-dead from the Three Corpse Poison. The matter is already half-finished, so let's resolve it as soon as possible to avoid any unforeseen complications.

Tsuchimikado Touki extended his palm and gently summoned the ancient mirror.

The subordinates are gone, but the ritual implements remain. Many of the items brought this time are heirlooms from the shrine, and there's nowhere to repair them if they're broken.

As the ancient mirror swirled into my hand, I heard a faint, almost inaudible, crisp sound.

Upon closer inspection, they discovered that the mirror had cracked without warning, and out of the corner of their eye, they noticed that the frequency of the blood flower's absorption had suddenly increased, almost like a spasm or convulsion.

Tsuchimikado Touki had no time to think; he immediately formed hand seals, incantated, and activated the ancient mirror.
That's too late.

With an even louder shattering sound, the bronze mirror shattered completely, and countless sharp spikes pierced out from within the eerie blood flower.

Blood rained down everywhere.

A perfectly round, unknown object emerges from within, resembling a giant iron sea urchin.

A person certainly cannot transform into such a thing, nor is it an illusion; after all, the bronze mirror was genuinely broken and turned into scrap metal.

Tsuchimikado Touki seemed to realize something, his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and he spoke softly.

"I never expected that the mysterious puppeteer could also be a source of incense offerings. This Bai family immortal has arrived just in time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the perfectly round 'iron ball' slowly shifted, revealing the protected cherry inside. His face was ashen white, devoid of any color, more terrifying than a paper effigy.

The Great Immortal of the Bai Family transformed into a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with a topknot, gently rubbing the large, festering wound on Cherry's chest.

"Master Gong, you're a little late."

(End of this chapter)