Free Web NovelAn hour ago, the temporary station of the Miracle Order.
This was a residence spanning thousands of square meters, having endured centuries of wear and tear. The courtyard walls were dilapidated, the houses collapsed, and the entire estate was desolate, making it impossible to discern its former owner.
From the occasional remnants of exotic furnishings visible among the ruins, and a few ledgers with illegible writing, it could be inferred that its owner might have been a foreign merchant.
A group of Miracle Order members gathered there, either clearing an area in the still-intact buildings to rest, or gathering in twos and threes, taking out snacks and drinks they carried with them to share, or climbing onto the walls to gaze at the scenery of Yumen City Pass...
They didn't look like they were risking their lives to awaken the First Generation Holy Child; they looked more like they were out for a picnic.
When Shen Baiwei followed Fang Ji and found the Miracle Order members here, she was genuinely surprised.
In such a large residence, there were no urban legend lurking?
After last night, so many Miracle Order members were still left?
How did they gather so quickly?
The Shaman King was slaughtering not far outside; weren't they afraid?
...
A series of question marks, like soda bubbles, constantly surged in Shen Baiwei's mind.
But then, when she saw Fang Ji's expression, as if saying, “Look at how unworldly you are,” she suddenly felt that this matter, while unexpected, was also reasonable.
All her questions could be answered with two words: “miracle”!
Thinking carefully, although the number of Miracle Order members gathered here exceeded one hundred, it was less than a tenth of the total number of people who participated in the Miracle Order's operation this time.
All the Miracle Order members who participated in this operation were originally elites gathered from all over the world, favored by the miracle flower. To a certain extent, they could be considered the luckiest group of people in this world.
They were the kind of people who, when they went out in the morning, would pick up two yuan at the entrance of their community, impulsively buy a lottery ticket, and win a prize that was just enough not to arouse others' jealousy.
And this surviving tenth were the elites among elites; not only could they pick up money to buy lottery tickets and win, but they could also get rich overnight by casually using their winnings for financial management.
These people, after experiencing the urban legend hunt upon entering the city, the potential trap attacks that could be triggered at any time, and the indiscriminate attacks after the Shaman King was released, successfully gathered together... Although absurd, if it was them, it was also reasonable.
“...” In silence, Shen Baiwei withdrew her gaze from the Miracle Order members who looked like they were on a picnic, organized her thoughts, turned to Fang Ji, and calmly said, “As agreed, I have accompanied you to meet with the Elders. Now I can leave, right?”
She had to quickly find that bastard who touched the past and stop that bastard from messing around further.
That bastard had only slightly disturbed the process of certain past events before, without affecting the outcome, and it had already caused her physical harm. If that bastard changed the outcome of a major event next time, it might directly take her life.
This was like being targeted by a madman who could jump out and hurt people, or even murder them, at any time, yet being unable to call the police. Anyone would feel anxious.
Therefore, for Shen Baiwei, the priority of any matter now was finding that bastard.
“Don’t rush off yet! I still...”
Fang Ji could clearly feel that his miracle flower had not yet returned from Shen Baiwei. He originally planned to find more excuses to make Shen Baiwei stay longer.
However, as soon as he spoke, he clearly noticed a fierce glint in Shen Baiwei's eyes, her small fists clenched, looking like she was about to fight him to the death. He immediately changed his words, “I haven’t had a chance to thank you for escorting me back!”
What else could he do?
This was an agreed-upon matter, and even if he wanted to forcibly keep her, he might not be able to.
Was he supposed to kneel down, hug her thigh, and desperately shout, “Baiwei, how can I live without you!”?
“Oh, right, didn’t I say before? Once I meet with the Elders, I will try my best to help you find what you’re looking for...”
“No need.” Shen Baiwei interrupted, her aggressive aura receding slightly, “I’ll find it myself. You just need to notify me as agreed before awakening the First Generation Miracle Saint.”
After speaking, she turned around and walked out of the residence along the long corridor without looking back.
Watching Shen Baiwei walk away, Fang Ji was slightly lost in thought, feeling a sense of wistfulness.
What he saw was not Shen Baiwei walking away, but his miracle flower departing.
It wasn't until a heart-wrenching scream came from afar, and a viscous substance fell from the sky, hitting him squarely on the forehead, with a rich smell of blood permeating his nostrils, that he suddenly woke up.
He raised his hand to touch, and a slippery sensation came from his fingertips. When he opened his hand, a bloody piece of flesh came into view, a fragment of some unknown organ.
Looking up, above was the ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) roof of the corridor, damaged like a sieve.
Fang Ji, “...” Most likely, some unlucky soul ran into the Shaman King, right?
On their way here with Shen Baiwei, he had seen from a distance a suspected Wanderers Poetry Society member who seemed to be trying to sneak into Yumen Pass to take advantage of the chaos, unfortunately encountering the released Shaman King. In just one encounter, he was blasted to death by the Shaman King on the spot.
That was a literal “blast” to death...
With a “boom!”, the whole person exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and shattered flesh and blood soared into the air like fireworks.
However... looking at the doorway where Shen Baiwei's figure disappeared, Fang Ji repeatedly kneaded the piece of flesh in his hand and muttered, “Flying from so far away, through the dilapidated roof, and coincidentally landing on my head... Does this mean she’s going to start having bad luck as soon as she leaves?”
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Ten meters away from the corridor, by the dry pond.
Shem and Saleh hid behind the ruins of a collapsed pavilion, peeking out half their heads, secretly observing the entire argument between Fang Ji and Shen Baiwei. Then they quietly squatted down, leaning against a small mountain of rubble, whispering to each other.
“What’s going on with Left Envoy Fang and Shen Guniang?” Saleh asked.
“You don’t believe me when I say you’re young! From my decades of life experience, this is definitely a relationship dispute!” Shem said seriously, “Didn’t you see Left Envoy Fang’s expression? It was like he was heartbroken.”
“Alas, what a pity! In this world, only the word 'love' will not produce miracles. If you like someone, you like them. If you don’t, even a miracle won’t help.”
“Huh? No way?” Saleh asked in surprise, “When did they get together? Why were there no signs before?”
“I guess...” Shem was halfway through his sentence when he saw Saleh’s expression suddenly turn strange, and he desperately winked at him. He paused slightly, glanced behind him, noticed someone approaching, and immediately raised his hand to give Saleh a sharp rap on the head.
“How many times have I told you? Why don’t you ever learn? You’re not allowed to talk about others behind their backs again!”
“No, Elder, I...”
“You what? Shut up!” Shem roared, then feigned an unintentional turn. Upon seeing Fang Ji behind him, he looked surprised, “Oh! Left Envoy Fang, why have you come? Is there anything you need to instruct?”
“...” Fang Ji’s mouth twitched. He was silent for two seconds, then said seriously, “Elder Shem, I came to tell you that the Holy Child has found the sleeping place of the First Generation Holy Child. We should also prepare to escort the holy relic to meet with the Holy Child.”
Years of effort were about to become reality. Shem’s eyes lit up, and he eagerly pressed, “By the miracle flower, that’s wonderful! Left Envoy Fang, if I may ask, when shall we depart?”
Nonsense! Of course, it’s when my miracle flower returns... Fang Ji muttered to himself, lowering his voice a few decibels, “The Holy Child has his own arrangements. When the time is right, he will notify us. There’s no need to rush.”
“Do you not trust the Holy Child’s actions?”
“Uh...” Shem paused, then cupped his hands and said, “Left Envoy Fang is absolutely right. So now, what should we prepare?”
“Ha!” Saleh chuckled, “Of course, eat well and rest well. Leave the rest to the miracle, Elder, you...” fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
“You shut up!” Shem snarled, cutting off Saleh, then cupped his fists at Fang Ji, “The youth is ignorant of etiquette. Left Envoy Fang, please forgive him.”
“No matter.” Fang Ji waved his hand and smiled, “Besides, he’s not wrong...”
He paused mid-sentence, then turned to look in the direction of the small temple, muttering, “The rest, just leave it to the miracle.”
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After leaving the Miracle Order's station, Shen Baiwei followed the direction from which she had felt someone touching the past last night, rushing all the way.
Unlike last night, with the arrival of “daylight” in Yumen Pass, all the urban legend that had been lurking in the pass retreated to their hiding places, disappearing as if evaporated from the world.
Without the obstruction of those urban legend, and with the fragrant blessing of the miracle flower, she only took about an hour to find the hiding place of that bastard who touched the past.
However, before she could even see that bastard, she sensed a familiar Spiritual Energy fluctuation from a great distance.
It was the Spiritual Energy fluctuation belonging to Disaster...
Could the bastard who touched the past be Disaster? Shen Baiwei looked at the small courtyard in the distance, which was noticeably better preserved than the surrounding buildings, then lowered her head to look at the small notebook she had just taken out, her expression gradually becoming serious.
In her hand, the page in the small notebook recording information about “Disaster” was almost completely filled with text.
It should be noted that in her small notebook, only the Eclipse Society President and the Void, whose allegiance was unknown, received such extensive treatment. The vast majority of other Psychic or urban legend would not exceed half a page.
Even the Guardians of the Night Watch, the Eclipse Society Elder Council, and other Calamities, both domestic and foreign, would leave one or two lines blank.
【Disaster (Lu Yibei, Wang Bu Liu Xing, Lu Qingyi), extremely dangerous...】
【...cunning and insidious, changeable temperament, almost neurotic caution...】
Shen Baiwei looked at the first line of the record regarding Disaster, and then at the temperament of Disaster as she understood it. She suddenly felt that the small house where Disaster was hiding, though seemingly unremarkable, must have already set up an inescapable net. Approaching with an accusatory posture would definitely be walking right into a trap.
But... what should she do?
How could she approach her and warn her about the risks of touching the past without making her suspicious? Shen Baiwei wondered.
