Chapter 161: As the events passed

Looking at the fallen Guan Daorong.

Everyone's expression turned horrified.

The danger of this grave mound had only just begun, and one of them had already fallen?

The question now is, how did Guan Daorong get hit?

He had only killed a malevolent entity and had no direct contact with it, and no one had seen anything special.

Furthermore, was Guan Daorong dead or alive?

This fallen maniac's eyes were rolled back, his face full of terror, as if he were experiencing something; his body twitched occasionally, and he was temporarily incapacitated.

Not to mention investigating the cause of his collapse, everyone was even afraid to approach him, fearing they might be infected by something on him.

Step, step...

Not giving them a moment to catch their breath.

Footsteps appeared outside again; a large, pot-bellied man with a face full of bumps was swaying toward the coffin, and He Dama immediately felt nauseated.

It was Scholar Liu!

Wu Xian licked his lips, feeling nervous inside.

First Old Zhao, then Scholar Liu—why were all those appearing in turn the guys who were already dead?

But regardless of the reason for Scholar Liu's appearance.

The remaining seven had to find a way to stop him; otherwise, if he extinguished the incense before the coffin, they would likely all be wiped out.

So who would make the move?

Guan Daorong, who had attacked Old Zhao, was already lying on the ground.

Wu Xian said in a low voice.

"Guan Daorong just attacked directly with his snake spear; perhaps something was transmitted along the spear. If we use a ranged attack..."

Swish!

Before Wu Xian could finish, Scholar Liu's body was pierced through by the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

It was Su Mi who had thrown the great blade!

Su Mi also knew such an attack was risky, but some things had to be done by someone, and Guan Daorong's state was still unclear; even if he was hit, it might not be a dead end.

Scholar Liu sat on the ground, holding the crescent blade in his stomach, and tilted his head to look at Su Mi.

Su Mi's movements stalled.

With a boom, he also fell down.

Hiss!

The remaining six people collectively gasped.

Even Wu Xian and Wei Dian were no longer calm; they couldn't understand how these two had fallen, so they naturally couldn't prevent it, and a sense of helplessness rose in their hearts.

He Dama, however, seemed to remember something amidst her terror.

Step, step...

A third figure appeared. This person walked with strange and familiar steps, covering his nose, dressed fashionably—it was exactly the fashionable malevolent entity Wu Xian had killed before!

His movements were neither fast nor slow.

He left some time for everyone to think, but not much.

Wu Xian turned to look at Guan Daorong.

He was slightly surprised to find that Guan Daorong's expression was more relaxed than at the beginning, as if he were thinking about something.

Looking again at the approaching fashionable malevolent entity, who had no intention of dodging...

Wu Xian immediately had a plan and stood out to tell the others.

"The fact that they both fell has nothing to do with direct contact. The reason they were hit might be because their gazes met. I will try something new; if I fail, it means this guess is wrong."

After speaking, Wu Xian first looked at the fashionable entity's position, then turned his head away and secretly flicked his finger.

Poof!

A huge earth spike suddenly thrust up from the ground, the sharp tip piercing the fashionable entity's body, growing out from his mouth and forcing his head to look up at the sky.

Wu Xian did not look at the fashionable entity, and the fashionable entity could not look at Wu Xian.

Wu Xian waited nervously for the result.

Waiting, waiting.

He felt a bit dizzy, and then, with a swish, a sharp pain came from his nose.

"Ah..."

Wu Xian fell straight onto the ground.

His collapse.

Deepened the panic of the remaining five.

This meant that no matter how one tried to be clever, as long as the approaching malevolent entity died at someone's hand, that person would definitely fall.

How were they supposed to play this?

If eight of these things came in a row, wouldn't they be wiped out?

An unsolvable problem left every Lotus Juanren at a loss.

But while they were anxious, a new figure appeared. This figure was an old man they hadn't seen before; judging by the tail, he looked like a fox spirit, similar in appearance to Steward Hu, but much older.

Who would be the next to act?

This became a problem.

Pain!

Excruciating pain!

Wu Xian had never felt such pain; it felt as if his nose had fallen off. There was a piercing pain in his nose, yet it felt unusually cool, and his breathing was very clear.

He glanced down with his eyes.

He saw an exquisite bridge of a nose lying in the mud...

"Hmm... my nose fell off."

It wasn't just his nose.

Wu Xian was in excruciating pain all over; except for his lips, which could move a little, and his eyelids, which could blink twice, he couldn't move a single finger. He could only lie on the ground, breathing heavily, feeling his physical strength gradually fading.

"This is..."

Wu Xian instantly understood his situation.

He was experiencing the scene the fashionable entity had gone through before death!

"So that's how it is."

Wu Xian had observed Guan Daorong's expression earlier and realized that Guan Daorong's collapse might not be a terrible thing; he was obtaining information through some channel.

Those malevolent entities walked straight toward the coffin, not to destroy the incense, but because they wanted people to kill them so they could experience their pre-death scenes and pass that information out.

Therefore, Wu Xian stopped overthinking.

Instead, he stared intently at what was before him; he had to record everything that was about to happen, as this information might be of great use.

He couldn't turn his head and couldn't see the scene behind him.

But judging by the groans and screams coming from behind, there were many people in the same situation as him, and the thing pressing on him was, predictably, that broken bus.

In front of the bus stood a man with a terrified expression.

The clothes on this man were similar to those of the driver, Old Zhao; he must be the driver of this bus. From previous reports, Wu Xian already knew that this driver was the only survivor of the accident.

But Wu Xian hadn't expected that there were so many survivors when the bus first crashed.

A middle-aged woman nearby, who wasn't too badly injured, said.

"Driver, call an ambulance, call the firefighters... hurry up, please, I can't hold on much longer."

The driver, however, held his head, his expression breaking down.

"No, it shouldn't be like this, it's not my fault..."

Another irritable man said: "No one said it's your fault, hurry up and call someone."

The driver took out his phone and said in despair.

"There... there is no signal here."

The irritable man also despaired: "Then go to a place with a signal, does someone need to teach you that..."

The driver's face was full of conflict; he thought of the huge compensation he couldn't afford, the verbal abuse from countless onlookers, and that after today's accident, he would no longer have a peaceful life...

Thinking of these, he felt he might as well be dead.

He lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"Just leave it here, don't worry about it, no one will come looking for me, once the events pass, once the events pass..."

(End of chapter)