Chapter 219 In a duel like this, there's no such thing as teamwork...
As the dust and mist slowly dissipated, a giant octopus appeared before everyone.
In the conference room of the building where the fortune-telling agency was located, everyone looked at each other, somewhat stunned, at the scene before them.
"This...is something that could actually happen in real life?" The boy, who had just put a lollipop in his mouth, opened his mouth wide as the lollipop slowly fell to the ground, making a crisp cracking sound.
The voice roused everyone from their daze.
"This... an octopus?!"
"Don't octopuses all live in water?"
"For this body type, common sense shouldn't apply, right?"
Several relatively young fortune tellers were whispering amongst themselves, heads close together.
Their voices weren't loud, but the room was unusually quiet, so even their slight whispers sounded as clear as normal conversation.
"Wait, look, there are people in front of the octopus!" The boy took a few steps forward and looked at the figures on the big screen that were obscured by the octopus.
"It seems to be the Imperial Advisor and her husband," a young man wearing glasses said softly.
"That one is the Coffin-Holding Clan of the Hermit Family, and the one in his arms should be the spirit beast Peach," Uncle Lin continued.
"They probably can't handle this giant octopus, right?" the boy said, frowning. "If I remember correctly, the Imperial Advisor should be a civil servant."
"Not only her, but also the Celestial Master. Jinmai is the only one with some fighting skills." Uncle Lin rubbed his temples. "Add a doll to the mix, we can't let Jinmai, an ordinary person, fight against a monster, can we?"
“But we can’t get in over there now,” the old man sighed.
"We can't just stand by and watch, can we?" The boy frowned.
"I'll try to communicate with my superiors and see if we can send some weapons in." Uncle Lin rubbed his fingertips together a few times before turning and leaving.
Sang Zhitao was completely unaware of the predicament on this side.
With her sharp eyes, she spotted two figures faintly visible beneath a collapsed wall not far away.
“That looks like Captain Anwen?” she said, pointing to the wall and speaking to the panting Fu Guanshi.
Fu Guanshi held her tightly with one hand and kept patting his chest with the other, finally managing to calm his wildly beating heart after a long time.
"It's been so long since I've exercised like this." Her forehead was covered in sweat, her cheeks were slightly flushed, but her eyes were bright, as if she had encountered something happy that she hadn't experienced in a long time.
Jin Mai, standing next to him, was not having an easy time either. He was just an ordinary person with a normal physique, and his physical abilities were better than average because he had been a policeman.
However, this time he was carrying his wife while doing such a strenuous exercise, which far exceeded the physical exertion he usually required. As a result, his lips were a little pale and his legs and hands were a little weak.
Suhe naturally noticed her husband's condition and quickly patted his back to relieve it.
“It’s relatively safe over there for now. Let’s not worry about that. Let’s figure out what’s in front of us first,” Jinmai said, turning his gaze away from Anwen.
"I thought it would be a fight with the previous Goddess of Wishes, in which case I would be powerless. But with her like this now, it's much easier to deal with."
Sang Zhitao then summoned the jade pendant back into existence.
The green jade pendant trembled in her hand, then slowly floated towards the giant octopus...
Back at the building, after finally communicating with his superiors, Uncle Lin returned to the conference room and said, "I think we'll need your assistance to see if we can try to break the barrier."
The fortune teller, who was at least a level eight expert, glanced at the boy and then followed Uncle Lin out of the conference room.
The boy stared at the big screen for a while before leaving under pressure. However, he kept looking back at the screen, his eyes deep and thoughtful.
The troops transferred from nearby provinces and cities have already been stationed around the former criminal investigation brigade.
When the boy and his companions arrived by car, they felt a palpable sense of menace and immense pressure, which instantly put them at ease and gave them more confidence in what they were about to do.
A group of fortune tellers stood in formation, then moved the array to the center and began a new round of sacrifices.
The blood of these fortune tellers, as the knife sliced down, gradually gathered in front of the boy at the very center, and then, along with the boy's blood, slowly flowed into the gathering array.
Eventually, the flowing blood filled the grooves on the array little by little.
The gray array slowly lit up with the light of jade, and then an image floated above the array.
At this moment, the image on the screen resembled a graphic composed of a special set of symbols. After flashing for twenty or thirty seconds, the graphic suddenly disappeared.
"Did you write it down?" The boy turned to look at the officer who was assisting him.
The officer nodded: "This should be the battle formation diagram. I'll send it to the rear."
About half an hour later, news came from the rear.
The officer frowned, his expression grim: "They can't crack it."
The boy took a deep breath and smiled knowingly: "Don't worry, we're here."
The officer opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say anything.
After exchanging glances, the boy and his companions tacitly cut their palms again.
The same sacrifice began again, but the fortune tellers, led by the boy, were pale-faced and seemed unable to withstand the next sacrifice.
The footage this time was clearer, more complete, and lasted longer than the previous one.
Even after recording it and sending it to the back office, they still only received an unsolvable reply.
The boy closed his eyes briefly, then slowly opened them again, his gaze resolute as he looked at the array, then at his companions: "One more time?!"
Everyone looked at him and nodded in unison.
"No! You can't withstand the third sacrifice!" The officer frowned and sternly stopped them.
But the boy turned to look at him: "What else? Watch the Imperial Advisor and the others die?"
The officer choked, then looked up at the open space in front of him.
He couldn't see what was happening in front of him, but he learned the general situation from the fortune teller.
As a soldier, protecting his country is his primary mission. He couldn't bear to watch these promising fortune tellers sacrifice themselves for this unbreakable intelligence.
It would be even more unrealistic to suggest that he abandon the idea of saving the Grand Tutor and his group inside, and instead hope that they could kill the monsters themselves if given a sliver of hope.
"What if a monster comes out?" The boy leaned on the array, his face pale and his voice weak.
The officer sighed: "But what you're doing now is a waste of time."
The boy forced himself to stand up straight, but then everything went black.
"Watch out!" Uncle Lin, who arrived just in time, caught him.
Uncle Lin frowned as he looked at him, then at the fortune tellers beside him who were too weak to get up, and sighed heavily: "Alright, let's try a different group of people."
The boy wanted to retort, asking where he was going to find someone, but then he saw several buses parked behind Uncle Lin.
Fortune tellers from other provinces are rushing this way.
First, a group of people helped up and sent away the first batch of people who were to be sacrificed, while the rest of them hurriedly found their places and waited for the main leader to carry out a new round of sacrifices.
The officer watched from the side, opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute it.
Just as the second group of people were about to make a cut with their knives, a cracking sound rang out.
A soldier's voice followed: "Report! Barrier anomaly!"
The officer quickly jumped off the tank and walked to the spot the soldier had described. There, he saw what looked like cracked glass, and he could vaguely see what was inside.
"Don't sacrifice!" he hurriedly shouted at the fortune teller.
When Uncle Lin heard the soldier shout "Report!", he had already told the fortune tellers to stop the sacrifice. Now, hearing the officer's objection, he relaxed and hoped for good news.
"The barrier shattered on its own," the officer said to Uncle Lin as he strode over.
Uncle Lin's face was full of joy. He quickly told the person in charge of the formation and then ran towards the crack.
Meanwhile, inside the barrier, Sang Zhitao looked at the giant octopus bound by the green threads of the jade pendant and couldn't help but yawn: "How many times is this?"
Fu Guanshi couldn't help but yawn, and after thinking for a while, he slowly shook his head.
Suhe leaned against her husband's chest and couldn't help but yawn.
Not far away, An Wen was supporting Hong Tu, and they were discussing something with their heads down.
Jinmai looked around and couldn't help but sigh, saying, "The 108th time."
Sang Zhitao tilted her small head back heavily, looking at the giant octopus and the jade pendant with a face full of despair: "Can't we afford to kill this thing?"
“One hundred and nine times,” Jinmai suddenly interjected from the side.
Fu Guan Shi pursed his lips, watching the giant octopus being entangled and torn apart once again by the green threads spat out by the jade pendant: "This isn't a solution..."
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but scratch her head: "At least, it didn't cause too much damage...?"
Fu Guanshi yawned halfway through, subconsciously looked around, and then looked at Sang Zhitao with a face full of question marks.
Sang Zhitao twitched her lips, then looked at the ruins again: "It's just... a house, it's not a loss, it's not a loss!"
The man holding the coffin opened his mouth, but said nothing.
Suhe, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but chuckle softly: "That's not entirely wrong."
"What do we do now?" Jinmai asked impatiently after giving a few numbers.
Sang Zhitao scratched her face: "I'm out of options. After all, I'm still a baby. I can't beat them, and I can't kill them..."
"Two hundred times..." After a while, even Jinmai couldn't help but want to sleep.
Fu Guanshi and An Wenhongtu, who were not far away, had already fallen asleep against the ruins.
"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out.
"Huh? Where did that noise come from?" Sang Zhitao's ears were quite sharp, and her eyes, which had just been a little sleepy, suddenly perked up.
"What?!" The coffin-bearer was startled awake from her sleep by the noise.
"I think I just heard a cracking sound somewhere," Sang Zhitao said, looking around quickly.
An Wen and the others were also awakened by her. After hearing her explanation, they hurriedly started searching everywhere.
Meanwhile, those outside watched as new cracks appeared on the barrier.
The boy had recovered to about 70-80%. He was helped to the side of the barrier and frowned slightly as he looked at the cracks in the barrier.
"What's wrong?" Uncle Lin asked in a low voice, noticing that his expression seemed to suggest something.
The boy hesitated for a moment before saying, "Why is it that we can't see what's inside the barrier with the naked eye, but the surveillance cameras can?"
Uncle Lin was taken aback by what he said, and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"
The boy licked his lips, pinched his palm with his fingertips, and then said, "Is it possible that the barrier is ineffective against things like electricity?"
Uncle Lin raised an eyebrow, looking at the barrier with disbelief, then at the boy, his expression hesitant: "You mean..."
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