Chapter 927: Complete Immunity

Qingque didn't have time to think carefully when she was being chased, but now sitting here and pondering, she belatedly realizes this is a bit terrifying: Xue Yi is a Judge of the Ten Kings Office, experienced enough to identify a target with her eyes closed.

If Xue Yi says she is a Abundance Offspring, it's most likely not Xue Yi's mistake, but that she herself indeed has something wrong.

Moreover, the attitude of those demon‑shadow bodies in the sealed area toward her couldn't be called friendly; they treated her as if she were air. When she passed through the cluster of demon‑shadow bodies, none of them even glanced at her. One of them, a fellow with an extra eyeball on his forehead, even yawned at her, and the yawn was so sincere—so sincere that Qingque felt her pride was subtly wounded.

If she isn't a demon‑shadow body, what right do demon‑shadow bodies have to be so indifferent toward her?

If she is a demon‑shadow body, then why does she see no change in herself at all?

Qingque's mind kept hopping back and forth between these two questions, and finally it got stuck in the middle with a "thwack" sound effect.

She lowered her gaze, her eyes landing on the gray‑stained hem of her skirt at her knees, and suddenly felt a bit sad.

If she really turned into a demon‑shadow body, that would mean from now on, whenever she walks on the street, the Cloud Cavalry would chase her down to slash her; acquaintances would be frightened away, and strangers would be scared into fainting.

She definitely can't get through the gate of the Tai Bu Si; would Fu Xuan, seeing her like this, just hurl an Exhaustive Observation Formation at her?

What about dad and mom?

If they saw their own daughter turned into this in‑between‑human‑and‑ghost state, would they faint on the spot from anger?

The more she thought, the more worried she became, until the back of her head began to go numb.

She knows exactly how Xianzhou deals with demon‑shadow bodies—far too well.

When the Ten Kings Office intervenes, the Cloud Cavalry cooperates in the capture; if you're lucky, you're locked in a special containment facility for study, if unlucky, you're dealt with on the spot.

Her special condition of "having self‑awareness but being unable to speak" makes no difference to the Cloud Cavalry compared with ordinary demon‑shadow bodies; who has time to give her a psychological test?

First cut, then talk.

"Dad, Mom, help—Grand Diviner, help—anyone, just hurry and someone save me—"

Qingque screams wildly in her mind, while outwardly she wears an expressionless face.

To be precise, within Huan Long's line of sight, Qingque's gray‑white, dilapidated face shows no ripple; her dull teal eyes stare straight ahead, not even a flicker of her eyelashes.

That's all Huan Long sees; she cannot perceive the tragic drama unfolding inside Qingque's heart.

But Huan Long senses some subtle change.

The melancholy aura in the air thickened, Qingque's entire aura sank a bit, and the gray‑green floral branches on her shoulders drooped a few more inches, like a potted plant struck by frost.

Huan Long's smile quietly widened a little on her face.

The moment has arrived.

She began to continue coaxing with words, her voice gentle as if soothing a frightened little animal.

She slowly dissected Qingque's current predicament: you can't return, Xianzhou won't accept you, your comrades will turn swords against you, your family will be scared away by you, the only place you can go is here, the only way out is to come with me.

Her phrasing wasn't especially clever, but each point hit the worries that had just surfaced in Qingque, as if she had peeked at the answers beforehand.

At the same time, a few strands of yellow‑green light slipped from Huan Long's fingertips, silently crawling along the cracks of the stone steps toward Qingque, attempting to seep into the depths of her consciousness and steer her thoughts toward the direction Huan Long desired.

The light strands touched Qingque's ankle and merged in.

Then nothing happened.

Qingque's immune system, or rather the two opposing forces within her, swallowed Huan Long's influence completely the instant the light strands entered, so cleanly that Huan Long herself didn't notice any anomaly.

Qingque's own brain remained completely steady; she felt neither drowsy nor dizzy, nor did she entertain the thought "maybe hanging out with the Extinction Great Lord isn't so bad."

She is completely immune.

But in Huan Long's eyes, Qingque still sat there quietly, silent and dilapidated, apparently "seriously considering" her proposal.

So Huan Long retracted the light strands and gave her own persuasion a five‑star rating.

Qingque truly was "seriously considering," but the direction of her consideration was entirely different from what Huan Long imagined.

She finally snapped out of the sorrow of "being a demon‑shadow body is so miserable" and began to truly think about the current situation with the brain she's honed over years of crawling through the Tai Bu Si.

Extinction Great Lord.

The person sitting beside her is the Extinction Great Lord.

Disguised as an Apprentice Judge of the Ten Kings Office, Huo Huo.

Lurking within Luofu Xianzhou.

A being capable of killing her with a single slap.

Now using Huo Huo's soft, mushy voice to persuade her to switch sides.

After Qingque listed these bits of information in her mind, the corner of her mouth twitched sharply; she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, fearing she might make a sound she shouldn't.

Fortunately, from Huan Long's perspective, Qingque remained that expressionless demon‑shadow body face, as still as a statue.

"So moving."

Qingque clapped dryly in her mind, "Magnificent Extinction Great Lord, abandoning the grand enterprise of destroying the world to come specially and urge a low‑level Tai Bu Si employee like me to switch sides—this spirit of honoring the worthy and this approachable style, how moving—what a load of crap!"

She bit the word "crap" especially hard in her mind.

Even though her outward appearance may now be that of a demon‑shadow body, this heart still belongs to Luofu Xianzhou, these values still belong to the Tai Bu Si, and this brain is still the habitual slacker that Lord Fu Xuan finds most headache‑inducing.

Turning into a demon‑shadow body doesn't mean her conscience is also devoured; why should she mingle with the Destruction army?

Moreover, an Extinction Great Lord lurking in Luofu is abnormal in itself.

Combined with the scene she previously saw at the Dan Ding Si, General Jing Yuan chased her with a clacking sound, while the drug‑bearing Dragon Lady Bai Lu shouted the word "Battle" to duel her; the situation was obviously extremely unfavorable.

She doesn't know whether these two incidents are linked, but the Extinction Great Lord appearing in Luofu, General Jing Yuan going mad, and the Dragon Lady also going mad—if these three events were merely coincidence, Qingque would swallow the entire Tai Bu Si.

So the only thing left for her to do is: keep this guy steady and find a chance to get the news out.

Let the Grand Diviner know.

Let Fu Xuan know the Extinction Great Lord is in Luofu.

Thinking of this, Qingque gave herself a mental thumbs‑up, yet couldn't help feeling worried again: what on earth is happening? She's just a Diviner; normally her biggest worry is getting caught by Fu Xuan while slacking off, and now she's suddenly thrust into espionage with the Extinction Great Lord—does this career jump seem a bit too extreme?

When she signed up for the Tai Bu Si, the contract didn't include this clause.

Huan Long's voice sounded beside her, pulling Qingque back from her internal rant: "How about it? Nod if you agree, shake your head if you don't. Your throat can't produce sound, and I don't have mind‑reading, so you have to give me a definite answer."

Qingque was silent for a moment.