Chapter 135 Bewitching

Yanshi nodded.

After giving his reply regarding Yu Junxun's matter, Yu Youguan breathed a sigh of relief, his serious expression vanished, and he began to steal glances at her again.

Yan Shi: ?

"What are you looking at me for?" Yan Shi asked, puzzled.

Yu Youguan muttered softly, "It's just a little unbelievable. You're actually Director Yan's twin sister. It's not quite what I expected." She shook her head vigorously, "No, there are still some similarities."

Yan Shi: ...

She couldn't quite understand Yu Youguan's thought process. "Aren't you going out yet? Didn't the Yu family head say he was waiting for you?" Yan Shi asked.

“Oh...right,” Yu Youguan said reluctantly, “then I’ll be going now.”

With a thought, she vanished from the spot.

Yan Shi looked around. It seemed that there was no one left in this spatial gap; it was completely silent.

Let Ji Pucun take her to Christie and use the Deathly Halberd to exchange for the Deathly Throne.

Although she didn't know why she was hacked into Ji Pucun's little building, everything was over. Now, how should she return to Ji Pucun's little building?

Yan Shi's heart was also moved.

'Leave.' she murmured.

There was no response for a long time. She remained standing in the same spot.

'Leave.' Yan Shi murmured, emphasizing the last word.

There has been no change.

Yan Shi: ...

She took out the small box Dong Tong had given her from her spatial bracelet. The banquet hall inside the small box was exquisitely beautiful.

Yan Shi stared at the small box: "I said, leave."

The little box was extremely quiet.

Just as Yan Shi was considering whether to do the blood oath ceremony as she had read in the novel, her vision suddenly blurred.

The ruins and wreckage disappeared, and before her stood the familiar small building of Ji Pucun.

The small box was still in her palm, reminding her that it wasn't all an illusion. But now, probably because there was no one in the spatial gap, the banquet hall inside the box had become just like reality—dilapidated, with light-colored gold threads slowly weaving and repairing it.

Therefore, this space will only be repaired when there are no living beings inside.

Yan Shi suddenly realized.

"Yanlan?" Ji Pucun's voice came from the second floor. "What are you doing here?"

Yan Shi looked up and saw that the window on the second floor had been opened. Ji Pucun and Christie were sitting opposite each other in front of the window.

Yan Shi found the situation amusing.

It is known that the door of Ji Pucun's small building leads directly to the banquet in Dongtong. Ji Pucun was not present during the Dongtong banquet, but returned after the banquet ended.

What is the probability that Ji Pucun was not at the Dongtong banquet?

What is the probability that Ji Pucun did not know that Yan Shi had fought with Dong Tong at Dong Tong's banquet?

It's all zeros, all glaringly obvious.

Yan Shi chuckled and opened the door of the small building, going up to the second floor.

Ji Pucun remained seated, while Christy sat opposite her, leisurely sipping her tea. Two small cakes sat on the table.

Yan Shi: "Perfect timing, the principal is here too, I don't need to look for him."

Christie placed the tea on the table and looked at Ji Pucun first, "Xiao Cun, you can go ahead and get busy."

Ji Pucun glanced at Christie with concern: "Yes, Principal."

She raised her hand, clearing the table of contents. A new set of cups flew out of the cabinet and landed on the table in front of Ji Pucun's current position.

"Ms. Yanlan, please." Ji Pucun stood up, offered her a chair, and went straight downstairs.

Yan Shi unceremoniously sat down in the empty seat that Ji Pucun had vacated.

“Principal, this is the Deathly Halberd. Director Yan sent me to find you to exchange it for the Deathly Throne,” Yan Shi said.

Christie: "I guessed it when I saw the Deathbringer's Halberd. But, is the Deathbringer's Halberd yours or Director Yan's?"

Yan Shi: ?

This is not without difference.

Christie gently stirred her coffee with a spoon in one hand, her tone tentative: "Or rather, Yanlan, are you really willing to give away your things for Director Yan's sake?"

Yan Shi: "...Huh?" She was stunned.

What kind of explanation is this?

Wasn't the Deathbringer's Halberd a troublesome trophy she had recently obtained from the dead?

Yan Shi was extremely satisfied that she could exchange the Death Throne for a large weapon that couldn't fit in her storage space and was particularly troublesome to carry.

Christie chuckled softly, "Yanlan, have you thought this through? Is practicing death magic painful?" She coaxed, "Think about what you've experienced, those painful memories, blood and decay constantly by your side."

"What lies ahead of you is darkness and the unknown; what the tide cannot wash away is decay and hatred."

"Where was Yanju when you were struggling in pain? Now she wants to take your spoils as if it's her right. Are you really willing to do this?"

"Look how well you use it. No weapon is more suitable for the dead than the Death Spear."

Are you really going to give it to me?

Yan Shi interrupted her expressionlessly: "Oh. So give it to me."

Christie: ?

She rarely showed a hint of surprise, "You still want to change?"

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?" Yan Shi poked a piece of cake, took a bite, and enjoyed the creamy texture of the cake.

"I brought everything with me. Where is the Death Throne? How do I get it?" she added vaguely.

Christie: ...

She must have been talking to thin air.

Does Yanlan really trust Director Yan that much?

“Then come with me.” Christie sighed, finished her coffee, and stood up. “I’ll show you what you want.”

"The Death Throne".

Yan Shi picked up another small cake from the table, ate it in one bite, and grabbed the Undead Halberd next to him. "Okay."

Zhanzhou Floating Island: tearing space is strictly prohibited throughout the entire island.

Because it is in the surface world, the barrier of the floating island is fragile.

Yan Shi followed Christie down a somewhat unfamiliar path.

Yan Shi hadn't come across this road when he got lost and wandered around Zhan Zhou last week. It was lined with dense forests on both sides, and you couldn't see into the distance. Instead, it was shrouded in thick fog.

The mini cakes I just had tasted pretty good; they must be from the cafe on campus. I'll buy a bag of them at the cafe after I get the Death Throne.

Yan Shi pondered.

The two walked silently along the path. After walking a while longer, Christie stopped.

The woods seemed to have come to an end.

Yan Shi looked ahead.

Ahead lay a bottomless abyss.