The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 160 Shock
She peeked out with her head halfway out, her eyes fixed intently on Yun Fei in the distance, who was wielding "Wu Lie," the blade flashing like a bolt of lightning as it fiercely clashed with the deformed creature covered in eyeballs, constantly emitting eerie shrieks, preventing it from approaching the crowd.

"Why did you lie to everyone and say it was a secret spirit when it clearly wasn't?" Shen Zhaoming was full of doubts; he couldn't quite understand this move.

Su Ninglong casually wiped away the "blood" left on the corner of her mouth, her small nose wrinkling as if she were savoring the taste.

In fact, she was really tasting it: "This brand of ketchup is a bit sour, and a bit sour, ugh, is it expired?"

Shen Zhaoming: "..."

"Think about it, with all the unexpected events I've encountered, it's like someone is secretly observing and recording everything, like conducting experiment after experiment. They must have ulterior motives. I deliberately threw out the impossible answer of 'Secret Spirit' to eliminate unnecessary options through the Star Police."

Those 'fish' who truly care about the experimental results will inevitably jump out to verify whether it's true or false.

Su Ninglong suddenly chuckled and snorted, "They won't let me off so easily; they might have a backup plan."

"Besides, what I'm saying isn't entirely false. There really are a few 'mysterious spirits' hiding in this place." Her little finger secretly pointed to a few inconspicuous corners in the chaotic crowd, and then pointed to the deeper shadows in the alley in the distance, "They're mixed in with the crowd, and there are a few dark figures huddled in that alley over there, acting suspiciously."

However, they're all weaklings; they can't cause any big trouble or affect the real world for now, but leaving them alone is still annoying, so it's necessary to find an opportunity to eliminate them.

This is perfect for replenishing the spiritual energy of her bracelet.

By the way, the ketchup I just smelled really strong.

The "bloody" smell with a fermented sourness that Shen Zhaoming caught was the key flaw that made him instantly realize that this little darling was faking unconsciousness. Real blood is rusty and salty, not the taste of this inferior condiment.

"With so many people here, how do you identify if the person you're looking for is the one you're looking for?"

“I don’t need to identify the ‘fish’ on the spot. I just need to remember the people who are still staring in this direction, those faces that reacted strangely. Remember those whose eyes flashed with inquiry, surprise, fanaticism, or momentary vigilance. Remember their faces, without missing a single one.”

"After that, we'll investigate them one by one, digging into their identities, social connections, and past records. I don't expect to catch them red-handed in one go. They're very strong, deeply rooted, with a complex network of connections, and their own military strength is definitely not weak. Their schemes are intricately linked, insidious, and shameless. To uproot such a behemoth hidden behind the scenes, you need sufficient patience and the skill to unravel the complexities. I never thought of fighting against an unknown group by myself. Without anyone backing me, winning completely is just a dream."

As she spoke, her gaze fell precisely on Shen Zhaoming's slightly bulging pocket, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You must have brought a drone, right?"

Being pulled in as a bodyguard at the last minute, Shen Zhaoming naturally couldn't have been unprepared.

Before setting off, he specifically brought some miniaturized and easily concealed communication and reconnaissance equipment, including several high-performance micro drones.

At this moment, having confirmed that the "aircraft cutter" that was interfering with the hovercraft had failed, Shen Zhaoming did not hesitate to take out two metal cubes, each only the size of a thumb, from his tactical pocket.

He quickly activated it, and the cube instantly unfolded into two exquisitely designed miniature drones.

"Buzz..." The faint buzzing sound was almost inaudible.

Like metallic insects imbued with life, the two drones took off gracefully and flew swiftly and stealthily toward the designated area, beginning their circling reconnaissance scan.

Their high-definition cameras and wide-angle lenses capture real-time images that are simultaneously transmitted back to the miniature projection device on Shen Zhaoming's wrist.

Su Ninglong leaned closer to the holographic projection screen that was suspended in mid-air, her lively eyes quickly scanning the scene captured by the drone.

The hiding crowd, the tense Star Police, the fierce battle between Yun Fei and the mutants...

Her fingertips, like the most precise paintbrush, swept across the light screen, quickly circling several locations that needed special attention: the faces anxiously peering through the glass windows inside the Starship Building, several figures on the outer streets who seemed flustered but whose eyes were wandering, and even a few silhouette-like black dots standing on the rooftops of several distant buildings, looking down at the chaos below.

Su Ninglong looked at the marked "followers" and a knowing yet slightly mocking smile appeared on her lips.

Just then, her gaze inadvertently swept over the edge of Yun Fei's battle area in the projection.

The piece of the sacred metal that she dropped was lying quietly in the road.

Not far away, two men, blinded by greed, were taking advantage of the chaos and Yun Fei's distraction to sneakily reach for the metal block.

"Tsk, they're really bold, daring to steal in front of everyone?" Su Ninglong shook her head slightly, feeling a bit absurd about such a money-grubbing behavior.

Just then, her communication bracelet vibrated slightly and a very concise message popped up:

[Lei Qingya]: Successfully transferred.

Upon seeing this message, a look of relief flashed in Su Ninglong's eyes.

"Alright." She straightened up, patted non-existent dust off her hands, and put on a nonchalant expression again. "We've had enough of the show, we can 'go out' and show our faces now."

Watching Su Ninglong's slightly smug back, Shen Zhaoming's doubts were dispelled like a fog, and he instantly understood the true intention behind her "fainting," "vomiting blood," and "losing the sacred artifact" drama.

Based on his understanding of Su Ninglong, this little princess absolutely hates being the center of attention and being treated like a rare commodity.

Today, she acted out of character, displaying her powers so ostentatiously, creating chaos, throwing out the bait of "mysterious spirits," and even going so far as to "lose" precious sacred artifacts...

Behind all these unusual actions, there must be a deeper and more crucial purpose.

A thought flashed through Shen Zhaoming's mind like lightning, and he blurted out, "The thing... Qingya has already taken the opportunity to send that wooden box away?"

"Hmm! You guessed right, but there's no reward." Su Ninglong didn't even turn her head. Her bright eyes narrowed slightly as she locked onto the two greedy figures in the distance who were about to touch the metal block. She casually raised her right hand, extended two small, rosy fingers, and gently tapped the metal block in mid-air.

As if receiving a silent command, the dark gold metal block that had been lying quietly on the ground suddenly disintegrated.

Countless thin, golden flakes, as thin as cicada wings, burst open like a swarm of awakened bees, emitting a sharp buzzing sound.

The two greedy thieves were still ecstatic about getting their hands on the treasure just a moment ago.

The next second, I was stunned by the sudden turn of events.

They watched helplessly as the "treasure" that was within their grasp slipped through their fingers like quicksand, their eyes filled with disbelief and desperate longing.

"No! That's mine! I was so close to getting it!" Their hearts screamed in despair, regretting that they hadn't acted sooner.

A few light, thin golden flakes, like the gentlest caress of a lover, silently brushed against the palms of their hands as they tried to grasp them.

Because the thin slices were so sharp, the cutting speed was faster than the transmission of pain nerves, and they didn't even feel anything unusual, only a slight coolness in their palms.

After a brief delay.

First came a slight stinging sensation, and then the almost invisible fine lines on their palms suddenly snapped open, revealing two deep, gruesome wounds that exposed the bone.

Crimson blood beads gushed out like a spring, instantly staining his palm red.

Only then did the excruciating pain surge forth, causing them to groan in agony. More golden shards, gleaming with a cold light, hovered lightly around their vulnerable necks, their icy blades just millimeters from their skin.

Some of the thin fragments intertwined and danced in front of them, forming a death cage from which there was no escape.

"Pfft!"

One of the guys, who had extremely poor mental fortitude, could no longer support his body weight with his legs and knelt down on the ground.

A strong, foul odor filled the air, and yellow urine uncontrollably soaked through his crotch, dripping down his trouser legs and onto the ground, forming a puddle.

Based on his pathetic appearance of losing control of his bladder in public, he could never be a member of that audacious and ruthless organization that dared to cause a series of explosions and crashes in the main star's airspace and treated human life like dirt.

Shen Zhaoming quickly made a judgment in his mind.

Su Ninglong obviously thought so too, so she didn't cause any further damage, but she also didn't take back the thin slice.

Shen Zhaoming took off the seemingly ordinary glasses from his nose, and a few barely perceptible streams of data flashed across the lenses.

He strode up to the two men and said in an unquestionable, commanding tone, "Now, turn on your personal communicators."

The two thieves grimaced in pain, but upon hearing the request, a hint of resistance and hesitation flashed across their faces instinctively.

Su Ninglong took a step forward lightly, her clear eyes devoid of any warmth. Her voice was not loud, but it carried an absolute, soul-piercing pressure: "Turn on the communicator."

Her command seemed to carry an invisible weight, and coupled with the buzzing vibration of the thin sheet in their ears, it shattered the last shred of resistance from the two thieves.

"Open! Open! Let's open!" The two men were in tears, their fingers trembling like leaves in the wind, as they reached for the communication bracelets on their wrists, preparing to unlock the interface.

Just as one of them was about to touch the unlock button...

"Boom."

A sudden gunshot rang out from a high vantage point in the distance.

A scorching streak of light, almost invisible to the naked eye, tore through the air and shot straight toward the thief who was unlocking the communicator.

His target was clear: his temples.

The other party wanted to kill him to silence him and prevent the contents of the communicator from being exposed.

Su Ninglong, who had been on high alert, suddenly contracted her pupils!
With a slight thought, the thin golden sheet closest to the thief instantly burst forth with unprecedented speed, like the most loyal guardian, crashing headlong into the trajectory of the bullet.

A deafening clang of metal shattering through the thief's ears rang out.

The deadly sniper bullet was precisely deflected by the shrapnel, grazing the thief's ear before embedding itself heavily in the ground behind him, leaving a smoking bullet hole.

The thief was completely stunned, his ears ringing, and a warm liquid flowed down his earlobe—it was blood.

He felt as if his bones had been removed, and he collapsed to the ground, completely terrified.

A pungent smell emanated from the bullet hole shortly afterward, but the bullet was gone without a trace.

That sniper was most likely a spirit user.

Outrageous, utterly lawless and outrageous.

Su Ninglong's face was so gloomy it could drip water. She had considered that the other party would stop at nothing to kill her.

But she never expected that the other party would be so shameless, openly provoking her and killing someone again in front of her.

An unprecedented rage exploded in her chest, a fury that had been thoroughly provoked and pushed to the limit.

The annoyance in Old Ancestor Su's heart instantly reached its peak.

In her long-held understanding, only those "evil cultivators" who have no bottom line and treat living beings as worthless would so recklessly slaughter innocent people.

Only evil and heretical people would not hesitate to use the most despicable and cruel means of silencing witnesses in order to clear away the slightest insignificant obstacle.

This repulsive style of behavior stirred up a chilling murderous intent deep within her long-buried memories.

As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Su Ninglong's spiritual power attack range is indeed limited, but that does not mean she cannot deter enemies.

At this moment, she must teach the other party a profound lesson.

Su Ninglong's hands flew, instantly forming hand seals, and her lips parted slightly as she uttered a passage.

A surge of pure soul power condensed from her fingertips, transforming into a soul needle that, carrying a sharp aura, precisely pierced the source of the sniper bullet.

With a flick of his wrist, the thin metal sheet transformed into three dazzling golden streaks of light, which, as if possessing a life of their own, swiftly pounced on the three armed ambushers who had been hiding in the shadows.

Three piercing screams shattered the silence. The sniper, whose mental core had been severely damaged by the Soul Needle, completely lost his mind and, in a frenzy, leaped from the high-rise building where he was hiding, dying a gruesome death.

"Oh my god!" The crowd, who had moved far away, had no idea what had happened. Seeing the dead body, they thought that the mysterious spirit could actually affect this area, so they retreated two more streets in fright.

"Retreat! Don't provoke her again!" From the shadows, a voice filled with suppressed fear rang out urgently.

It was too powerful; those in the shadows who witnessed it were all terrified.

They couldn't even imagine how terrifyingly high this child would reach if he grew up.

One attempt resulted in the deaths of several hunters, causing huge losses.

Most importantly, the experts who could have threatened the girl's life at this moment have all been wiped out in this battle.

Sending people to take action rashly would be tantamount to suicide.

Su Ninglong's keen senses suddenly detected something unusual; it seemed that an extremely focused gaze was fixed on her from behind.

She turned around abruptly, but the probing gaze vanished instantly, like a startled snake.

(End of this chapter)