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Chapter 404. Someone Wants to Kill You

[Master, you are truly a master.]

Jiang Jianxin couldn't help but say this as he landed smoothly on the top of the church with a "thud".

Without any intuitive guidance, she would have simply circled around to the outside, never imagining that landing directly on the church roof would be such an outrageous yet practical method.

So, on this night, less than a month after arriving in the new world, Jiang Jianxin was already standing on the top of the most magnificent church in the entire Vulcan Domain.

Under the eaves, a fluorescent sign that read "Holy Land, Climbing Prohibited" glowed faintly in the night.

She sheathed her sword and was about to leap down when her gaze suddenly caught two flickering lights in the distance—the cultists on night patrol.

Jiang Jianxin shrank back, silently lying in the shadow of the roof tiles.

"Ta...tat..."

The two believers carried lanterns and walked leisurely.

The church was eerily quiet, except for the ever-burning incense deep inside, which quietly meandered and rose before the shrine, its wisps of smoke seeping into the cool air.

Their conversation drifted up in fragments:

"...It's strange, lately the intervals between the divine pronouncements from Vulcan have been getting longer and longer. The bishops are worried... Could it be that we're about to enter a period of dormancy?"

Another voice responded vaguely:

"It can't be that bad... but you never know. Didn't the noble district have a cult incident a few days ago? The church didn't investigate it thoroughly, they're probably too busy to handle it."

"Sigh, never mind. No matter how big the problem is, the bishops will handle it. We little believers should just keep to our regular night patrols."

The lights gradually swayed away and disappeared around the corner.

Jiang Jianxin remained motionless on the roof until the sliver of light completely disappeared into the enormous shadow cast by the church.

The night wind swept past the top stone statue, producing a soft hum.

"pat-"

Jiang Jianxin jumped off the roof and dusted off his clothes.

She didn't take the two believers' words to heart, but simply yawned and asked her intuition:

"How do I get out of here? I want to go back to eat and rest."

Since his intuition told him not to speak, Jiang Jianxin figured he might be offline, so he randomly chose a direction and walked off.

She had only taken a few steps when she suddenly heard a whooshing sound behind her—the whistling of a bullet tearing through the air.

"call out----"

Jiang Jianxin acted before thinking, suddenly turning his head.

The bullet grazed her earlobe and embedded itself hard in the stone wall behind her, sending up a spray of fine stone chips.

Because he was near the church, Jiang Jianxin resisted the urge to turn around and slash at the sword energy along the trajectory of the projectile. Instead, he threw the Tangguang Sword directly out.

"Om-"

The Tangguang Sword transformed into a streak of silver light and quickly gave chase.

In the brief moment when they lost their weapons, another bullet was fired from another direction.

The bullet was aimed at her body at an extremely clever angle, almost blocking all escape routes, and because the distance was too close, there was no way to avoid it.

If Jiang Jianxin were truly unarmed at this moment, he would probably be in real danger.

Unfortunately, besides the sword, she also had a scythe.

"Om..."

A dark, heavy scythe appeared silently, like a shadow tearing through space, barely blocking her way.

"despair."

The bullet struck the sickle with a short, clear, crisp sound and rolled to the ground.

Jiang Jianxin did not immediately pursue them.

Her gaze swept across the impenetrable darkness around her, and her fingertips swiftly formed a hand seal, silently conjuring a pale golden shield around her.

But precisely after she finished forming the shield, the surroundings returned to silence, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

Tang Guangjian had not returned yet, and there was no one around. Everything was shrouded in deep darkness. Jiang Jianxin frowned as he looked at the bullet that had fallen to the ground.

Moonlight streamed down, illuminating its rough, matte surface. She slowly raised her hand, focusing her senses—thanks to the enhancement of the ancient spirit sword Tang Guang, Jiang Jianxin could control any metal object to hover and be tempered into a sword when it came within a certain range of her.

But at that moment, she slightly raised her hand towards the bullet.

The bullet did not react.

A strong sense of unease crept up my spine.

She reinforced the shield again, one layer, two layers... Although she wasn't proficient in defensive spells, she had plenty of them, and the layers of light completely protected her figure.

After confirming that it was correct, she squatted down and carefully picked up the bullet, holding it up to examine it in the moonlight.

The material feels light and cold to the touch, and is not metal.

— It's carbon.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at the first bullet embedded in the wall.

Under the moonlight, its texture is exactly the same.

It is also made of carbon.

"Om..."

A silver light swirled, and the Tangguang Sword silently returned to her side.

Through the life-bound contract came a wisp of bewildered fluctuation—it followed the trajectory of the bullet, but lost its target in the shadows of the deep alley, and could only circle around in vain before returning disappointed.

Jiang Jianxin stood there, looking at the long sword in front of him that trembled slightly and showed a puzzled expression, and then at the two bullets in his palm that were neither gold nor iron, but exuded a deadly chill. His face gradually darkened.

That's really strange.

Intuition popped into my head and said.

My signal was just jammed; it took me a while to reconnect.

Jiang Jianxin weighed the surprisingly light carbon bullet in his palm, his voice so low it almost blended into the wind:

"Someone wants to kill me."

She raised her eyes, gazing at the void of darkness from which the bullets had come, and said, word by word:

"Moreover, this person knows me very well."

……

"pat..."

Pushing open the hospital door, warm yellow light shone down, illuminating the figure of the receptionist giving instructions to the nurse on duty.

Summers was still wearing his surgical gown, clearly having just come off the operating table.

Seeing Jiang Jianxin walk in with a stern face and radiating coldness, he greeted him:

"You're back."

Jiang Jianxin took a deep breath, still immersed in the shock brought to her by the two highly targeted carbon bullets.

"Uh... Good evening, Dr. Sa."

The hospital lobby was deserted late at night, but Summers' gentle, slightly weary smile was like a warm yellow lamp, quietly dispelling the chill in the surroundings.

His voice carried a familiar concern:
"Eaten dinner yet?"

Jiang Jianxin belatedly touched her empty stomach, looked up at him, and shook her head:

"not yet."

"That's it."

Summers nodded knowingly, and was about to say something when a soft "ding" sounded from the front desk behind him.

Jiang Jianxin looked in the direction of the sound and saw it was the microwave oven's notification tone indicating that it had finished operating.

The nurse on duty took a large lunchbox out of the microwave and handed it to Summers.

He took it; the lid was ajar, and the food inside was clearly visible under the light—a translucent, orange-red soft-boiled egg, golden-brown fried chicken nuggets, and sausages with slightly cracked skin, sizzling and glistening with oil…

Summers smiled and said:
"Luckily, I took a lot of late-night snacks today. Wait a minute, I'll go to the cafeteria to get a new lunchbox and share half with you."

(End of this chapter)