Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

Hanabi tilted her head, and the eyes behind her mask curved into crescent moons.

"Who doesn't know that we, the joyful travelers on our destiny, are all a loving family!"

She opened her arms as if embracing something.

Lin Si looked at her and remained silent for a moment.

"...Are you and Aha family too?"

Hanabi's smile froze for a moment.

She paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Hahaha! Aha?

She straightened up and wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes.

"The God of Fun has been expelled from the ranks of the entertainers!"

Lin Si's lips twitched again.

"...I heard about it."

He paused for a moment,

"So, what exactly are you doing here?"

Hanabi tapped her chin with her finger.

"Someone wanted to put on a real-or-fake show, which is exactly what Director Hua excels at. So he saw through the deception at a glance and wanted to give you a heads-up~"

Lin Si was stunned.

"A real vs. fake battle? What does that mean?"

Fireworks shrugged and chuckled softly.

"If this gets out, how will Director Hua enjoy the show?"

The moment the words left her lips, Hanabi vanished, leaving only a deafening laugh.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Lin Si frowned and muttered something softly.

"Why do the Masked Fools seem like a bunch of lunatics..."

However, although the appearance of these fireworks is somewhat of a riddle, the Masked Fool certainly wouldn't appear out of nowhere and say a bunch of nonsensical things.

"No, what if she's saying these things on purpose to see me overthink things?"

Lin Si sighed.

The purpose of those who seek entertainment is truly unfathomable.

A battle of truth and falsehood? Why not talk about the real and fake Monkey Kings?

The emperor could not possibly wage a major war against him at this time, even though he had become a man of ill fate.

Because family is always what they cherish most, Lin Si is confident in himself, even though in his possibility, the Emperor believes that the will of the Immortal Ship is wrong.

"True or False, True or False, Great War..."

As Lin Si pondered this, she pushed her wheelchair deeper into the Scale Abyss.

Chiming didn't see a single one, which is understandable, given that they were all imprisoned because of Longshi's imprisonment, and General Jingyuan was currently seriously ill.

At this moment, one would certainly want to do something to atone for the sins of the entire 'Luofu Chiming', after all, Chiming is truly a very proud race.

In the distance, Lin Si spotted a figure.

"Lord Xueyi, I didn't expect to find you here."

Chapter 251 Those brains who play with their brains have dirty hearts!

The cargo at Liuyun Ferry was piled high with containers, and Kafka stood beside one of them, her long purple hair cascading over her shoulders.

Several "fox people" stood before her, dressed in the clothes of ordinary merchants, but their eyes were empty, as if their souls had been ripped out.

"Listen to me, you did not receive an invitation from the Medicine King's secret teachings; you only came to save your leader yourselves."

Kafka's voice was soft, but every word pierced the minds of those "fox people" like nails.

The eyes of those "fox people" became even more vacant.

They nodded slowly, their mouths opening and closing as they repeated Kaffa's words.

"I didn't receive an invitation... but I wanted to come myself... to save the war chief..."

Silver Wolf emerged from behind the container, hands in her pockets. She glanced at the "fox people," then at Kafka, and a slight smile played on her lips.

"Wow! I didn't expect the Demon King to actually have some skill."

There was a hint of surprise in her tone.

“The list he made really did have some problems with everyone, even Qingque, whom he excluded, was no exception.”

Kafka waved her hand. The fox-people turned around with lifeless eyes and walked into the depths of the passage, their steps stiff, like a group of puppets on strings.

"Silver Wolf, you've arrived."

Kafka's voice remained soft.

Silver Wolf walked over to her, leaned against the container, and crossed his arms.

"If those masked fools were to remind him, would he really believe them?"

Her brow furrowed slightly.

Kafka thought for a moment,

"Erio said that the appearance of the four Extinction Lords this time was all 'fictional'. Their true forms will only enter at the most crucial moment to turn the 'fictional' into reality."

Silver Wolf sighed.

"I must say, that Guiji Taiyin is truly something else. What does it mean to say 'as long as there is a possibility, that possibility will become a reality'?"

She paused for a moment,

"So what is their purpose?"

Kafka chuckled softly.

"Trick him into letting that arrow hit the fictitious Lord of Annihilation."

The silver wolf opened its mouth briefly, then closed it, then opened it again.

"666, what a brilliant way to pass off a fake as the real thing."

Her voice carried a sense of shock, as if she were truly convinced.

"Those brain-taker types have dirty hearts!"

She had been wondering if those Extinction Lords would really dare to come with that bow in the Demon King's hands.

After all, that bow carries the power of hunting, and even if it is aimed at clones, the arrow will still lock onto their main body.

Even if their true identities are nowhere to be found.

If Guiji could truly "turn fiction into reality," then the Demon King's arrow might hit the air, wasting its last remaining shot.

Kafka chuckled softly but didn't say anything.

Silver Wolf looked at her and shrugged.

"Are you sure you don't need my help? Even if those masked fools remind him, he might not believe them."

There was a hint of worry in her voice.

Kafka thought for a moment, then looked up at the distant sky.

"He had already guessed the way to break the deadlock in the script. But he didn't seem to choose to use that method; instead, he chose the solution that was most suitable for him."

She paused for a moment,

"Elliot didn't say much else."

The silver wolf was once again shocked.

"He guessed the method in the script but didn't use it?"

Her voice rose a few decibels.

"What? Someone who broke the script!"

Kafka chuckled softly.

"Alright, the little green dragon on the train will come to stop these pedestrians soon."

She turned and walked towards the other end of the passage.

"We should head somewhere else."

The silver wolf followed beside her.

"Where?"

"Let's go see Xingbao."

Kafka's lips curled slightly.

"After all, she hasn't completed the task the Demon King gave her yet."

"Row!"

The two figures disappeared into the shadows of the container.

The goods and taxes of Liuyun Ferry were inspected.

After a while, a cold-faced little green dragon carrying a long spear arrived at the scene.

He watched as the 'fox people' opened the containers and released the 'fox people' one by one.

Dan Heng watched this scene with a frown.

"Fox-people smuggling?"

He murmured something under his breath.

But the next second, as those 'fox-people' landed, the figures of the step-people appeared on them, with beast heads, sharp claws, and thick limbs protruding from the fox-people's skins.

One person moved their neck, and the bones cracked a few times.

"Boss, these fox-people's bodies are nowhere near as useful as ours!"

"That's right!"

Another person on the walk revealed a lifted-up face.

“These mere prisoners of war, their appearance disgusts me!”

The leader, a "fox-man," patted his two subordinates on the head with a force that was neither too light nor too heavy.

"This is a necessary sacrifice to rescue Lord War Chief!"

His voice was deep.

"Quickly change back! Let's sneak into the prison and rescue Lord War Chief!"

Dan Heng watched this scene, took a step forward with Ji Yun in his hand.

These guys are never coming to Xianzhou for anything good!

Even though he didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the Immortal Ship, he only came because he had a nightmare and was worried about Xing, March 7th, and Walter after waking up.

But how could he watch these footmen break into the interior of the immortal ship?

He can't.

A silver-white spear flashed from behind the footman.

"puff--!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

The leader of the group staggered around, clutching his shoulder, blood seeping from between his fingers.