Free Web NovelCan a person attack themselves?
Yes, and there are many ways, such as banging one's head on the ground, castrating oneself with a knife, biting a lighter...
Can a person attack themselves while also making onlookers believe they are being hunted?
Yes, if Disaster were to do it, it would only require a little Paper Cicada Immortal.
However, the method Disaster could conceive of and execute, Shen Baiwei would not do.
According to the intelligence recorded in her small notebook, using common, disposable Spiritual Energy items like the Paper Cicada Immortal, which most Psychic can produce, even if it creates the illusion of being hunted, will surely be suspected by Disaster.
Once suspected by Disaster, Disaster will have endless methods to verify its suspicions, and then it's uncertain whether she can even get close to Disaster, let alone prevent Disaster from touching the past.
So, can a person attack themselves, make onlookers believe they are being ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) hunted, and not be suspected?
Yes, for Shen Baiwei, this is very simple; she just needs to cast different Spells on her present self from different angles, at different times, and in different locations in the past.
It's like a delayed demolition.
How about that, isn't it simple?
Little ones, have you learned it?
In fact, when Lu Yibei and Nanling Yaohua pursued Dai Lin and Shen Baiwei earlier, Shen Baiwei used a similar method to obstruct them.
Otherwise, how could she cast dozens of Spells at once?
Normally, the limit for a Psychic's multi-casting is the legendary thirty-six-fold Spell chanting achieved by Unmyouki, a Night Watch reserve Guardian, but that is just a legend; no one has witnessed it firsthand.
Although Shen Baiwei is a modified human created by the Eclipse Society Elder Council, she is still human, not some humanoid self-propelled Spell cannon. How could she possibly surpass the legendary limit?
...
Five minutes ago.
Shen Baiwei saw Disaster emerge from the back room. After silently complaining about Disaster's strange posture for a few moments, she waited briefly, then put away her small notebook and followed it out of the small courtyard.
Although she had already made a general plan for approaching Disaster while waiting for Disaster to come out of the back room, she did not appear before Disaster immediately after Disaster left the small courtyard.
The small courtyard was quite secluded, surrounded by the ruins of dilapidated houses, decaying wooden beams, collapsed brick walls, and narrow, winding streets, which confined the vision of anyone within a very small range, making it very unfavorable for the upcoming “performance.”
To move Disaster with the “performance,” it must at least see it, and this vicinity is clearly not the perfect stage.
One careless move and it might even be scared away by the Spiritual Energy fluctuations from the Spells! Shen Baiwei watched Disaster's retreating figure from afar, pouting.
From the “history” of Disaster she had glimpsed, if unexplained Spiritual Energy fluctuations suddenly appeared nearby, Disaster would definitely avoid them if it could.
Continue forward.
As she gradually left the area resembling a modern urban residential neighborhood and arrived on the straight, open street, Shen Baiwei narrowed her eyes, her gaze sweeping through her glasses over the relatively intact shops on both sides of the street compared to the small residential courtyards, and she lightly bit her lip.
The view here is good, it's almost time to act... This thought flashed through Shen Baiwei's mind, and then she softly whispered the description of her Spirit Mark's authority in her heart.
“Swift yet slow, long yet short, ancient yet young, circularly entwined, the Ouroboros, both a magnificent opening and a dim ending...”
As she whispered the authority description in her heart, the already dim light in her vision suddenly darkened further, as if some unknown entity had secretly pulled down the brightness slider.
The blowing breeze abruptly ceased, the hair at her temples, disturbed by the breeze, and ashes floating from an unknown source, hung suspended in mid-air. The various Noise reverberating in her ears gradually faded, as if slowly moving away, eventually dissipating into dead silence.
Then.
As if a hallucination, a “tick-tock” sound, similar to a swinging pendulum, echoed in the dead silence.
“Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock...”
Lengthy, monotonous, endlessly repeating, making one drowsy.
Amidst the “tick-tock” sounds, a dazzling bright light emerged behind Shen Baiwei.
The light surged, its form constantly changing, outlining huge silhouettes.
They were murals, turtle shells, bamboo slips, books...
And also stars and moon, sundials, hourglasses, pendulum clocks...
Finally, all the silhouettes transformed into countless intricate and precise gears, meshing together, emitting a deep, resonant thud, condensing into a gigantic, dazzlingly complex clock face, suspended behind Shen Baiwei.
“Tick-tock... tick-tock...”
Immediately after, six arms extended from behind the clock face.
The six arms were pale in color, with distinct joints, as if they were mechanical puppets carved from ivory, enveloped in a thin layer of white mist.
As Shen Baiwei willed it, the six arms unfolded, accompanied by the sounds of mechanical movement, forming three pairs. Like knights gripping longswords, they each grasped one of the three hands on the clock face.
Thus, the dry, monotonous “tick-tock” sound abruptly ceased.
As the three hands on the clock face stopped rotating, Shen Baiwei took a deep breath, then softly chanted the first Spell.
“Rain drifts through the long night, north wind clears the way, drops of water turn to frost, freezing the chill of five cities' carriages and horses... Freezing Rain and Congealed Frost!”
As the incantation ended, she quietly took a step forward, the two arms holding the second hand slowly loosened, and the second hand on the giant clock face behind her began to turn. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
“Tick-tock... tick-tock...”
The second hand turned five notches, and the two arms grasped the second hand again. Shen Baiwei stopped, but a faint, almost identical phantom of her figure remained behind her, maintaining the posture she had at the moment the Spell chanting finished.
It was as if a golden cicada, as it flew towards the sky, left its delicate exuviae on the treetop.
In front of that figure, the light emitted by 【Freezing Rain and Congealed Frost】 hung suspended in mid-air, its chill piercing.
Glancing left and right, she leaped onto the roof of a nearby shop. After steadying herself, Shen Baiwei once again chanted a new incantation.
“The earth's energy is vast, bedrock, giant rocks, peaks blocking the path ahead...”
After the incantation was complete, she slightly changed direction, flew forward a short distance, and then once again chanted a Spell...
After repeating this cycle dozens of times, Shen Baiwei finally set up her “stage.”
Turning to look back, the dilapidated, ancient-style street, as if forgotten by time, was filled with her “traces.”
On the empty, straight flagstone street, beside broken windows covered in cobwebs, amidst the ruins of collapsed shops...
Vague, illusory figures were frozen in place, and simultaneously left there were Spells emitting various colored lights.
It was almost like an outdoor charity concert for a famous singer, with friends on the mountains, trees, and in the water all holding “glow sticks.”
However, from a certain perspective, this could also be considered a unique kind of fan meeting, couldn't it?
After all, Disaster is also my idol! Shen Baiwei thought.
Although she felt that Disaster, this urban legend, often seemed to have a severe illness, she still held a slight admiration for Disaster simply because it had the courage to constantly oppose the Eclipse Society.
Withdrawing her gaze from those figures, Shen Baiwei looked ahead at Disaster's back, about a hundred meters away, narrowed her eyes, then raised her hand and lightly snapped her fingers.
“Snap!”
As the snap echoed, the six giant arms simultaneously released the hands they were holding.
Thus, the three hands began to turn again, and the dry, monotonous “tick-tock” sound reverberated once more.
“Tick-tock... tick-tock...”
Well then, let the show begin! Shen Baiwei thought, taking a step forward, and then a turbid breeze brushed across her face.
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When Shen Baiwei suddenly appeared, Lu Yibei was very suspicious of her.
Thanking Shen Baiwei for saving her from suffering was one thing, but suspecting Shen Baiwei was another...
Shen Baiwei was, after all, a Miracle Order member, and had even been chased by her and Nanling Yaohua, along with Dai Lin, fleeing in disarray. It was good enough if she didn't hold a grudge, but she actually turned around and asked them for help?
No matter how she thought about it, this didn't feel right!
But then, when Lu Yibei saw how Shen Baiwei was being hunted, she suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment.
As Shen Baiwei gradually approached, piercing whistling sounds erupted from behind her, and in an instant, various colored Spell streams of light flew in, overwhelming.
Facing the Spells flying from behind, Shen Baiwei twisted and turned, dodging clumsily, even moving on all fours, rolling and crawling forward, barely managing to avoid being severely injured by those Spells. Still, many Spell streams of light grazed her body at an extremely close distance, leaving scorch marks or frostbite.
In a trance, Lu Yibei seemed to see the scene where she used Paper Cicada Immortal to launch a saturation attack on an enemy.
Coming back to her senses, her first reaction was, could this be a play Shen Baiwei directed herself?
But she quickly dismissed that idea.
From the trajectories and sequence of the Spell streams of light, it was clear that different people had cast them from different places, and even the number and intensity of the Spells cast by different people varied. It would be almost impossible for one person to accomplish.
Unless the entire Miracle Order was cooperating with her act...
Looking at it this way, it's easy to understand why she would ask us for help. Lu Yibei thought.
In her opinion, if it were her, in such a desperate situation where she was being hunted to the brink of death, if Miss Rabbit was the only one who could save her, she would also unhesitatingly call for help.
After all, falling into Miss Rabbit's hands would only result in torture for a short time, whereas the alternative would be instant death.
However...
How did she offend so many people, and offend them so deeply that they wanted to kill her immediately?
Did she also engage in some fraudulent activities?
Lu Yibei wondered, puzzled. Just then, Shen Baiwei, along with several Spell streams of light, approached her, reaching out and firmly grabbing her wrist.
Lu Yibei, “...”
