Chapter 209 The Immortal Lamp of the Mortal World
Until one day, that lamp burst forth with dazzling light—
Xie Qiqiao had just ended a bad relationship.
The reason for the breakup was ridiculously simple.
"Who are you dressing up like this for?"
"Your body is only for me to see."
These disgusting remarks finally led Xie Qiqiao to slap him across the face and storm out three days ago.
This man, from a wealthy family and a graduate of a prestigious university, was at heart just like her feudal rural relatives.
The breakup was not pleasant.
The man could never understand why "loving her" meant he couldn't let her have control over her own body.
In his twisted logic, her body was his possession.
Xie Qiqiao was not sad about losing such a man.
That evening, she and her girlfriends ate hot pot and watched a movie until late at night before going home.
As she lazily lay on the bed scrolling through her phone, something strange happened.
A live stream room called "Red Dust Fairy Lamp" firmly occupied her screen.
No matter how she swiped, the screen remained completely still.
She had only recently gotten a new phone, and it hadn't lagged at all before.
Xie Qiqiao tried repeatedly in frustration.
Almost simultaneously, the wardrobe door was kicked open!
Her ex-boyfriend, Shao Ding, lunged at her menacingly, the rope in his hand gleaming coldly: "You slut! I told you not to wear a short skirt to seduce men!"
She rolled off the bed, her weak legs almost giving way, and instinctively looked for something to defend herself.
But all she had on her bed were soft, plush pillows.
"I...I called the police!"
She trembled as she raised her phone, the cold light from the screen reflecting Shao Ding's distorted face.
But the other person just grinned maliciously as they approached, the madness in their eyes sending chills down her spine.
Shao Ding suddenly pounced like a wild beast, scratching several bloody marks on her arm with his fingernails.
Xie Qiqiao gripped her phone tightly and leaned back, her head hitting the bedside table hard.
In the midst of excruciating pain, those pincer-like hands had already gripped her wrists—
At this critical moment, the phone she was holding suddenly got hot.
The light on the screen shone brightly.
The blinding light made her instinctively close her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, the phone in her hand had turned into a sword.
Xie Qiqiao was dumbfounded.
Where is her phone?
How did it turn into a sword?
She doesn't know how to use a sword!
But facing the vicious Shao Ding, Xie Qiqiao instinctively gripped the hilt of her sword tightly.
A sword technique I had never learned before suddenly flooded into my mind like a sudden enlightenment.
With a flick of her wrist, the sword drew a perfect arc.
Shao Ding let out a bloodcurdling scream that sounded inhuman.
He appeared unharmed, but his soul had been cleaved.
Xie Qiqiao looked down and discovered that the Qingfeng in her hand had quietly turned back into a mobile phone.
That live stream room has disappeared.
Xie Qiqiao called the police, who then took Shao Ding away.
Shao Ding confessed that he believed his ex-girlfriend Xie Qiqiao was a womanizer who dressed indecently and was always seducing men.
"I just wanted to teach this shameless woman a lesson."
Xie Qiqiao was both angry and scared, so she rushed forward and slapped his face from both sides.
"The lewd see lewdness!"
Later, the police asked Xie Qiqiao how she subdued Shao Ding.
After hesitating for a moment, Xie Qiqiao honestly replied, "It was as if divinely inspired."
The police officers stared wide-eyed.
"...I don't know if it's related, but at the time I was browsing a live stream called [Red Dust Immortal Lamp], and the light in the screen suddenly flashed very brightly. After the flash, a sword appeared in my hand."
The police officers looked at each other in bewilderment, but no matter how they searched, the mysterious live-streaming room seemed to have never existed.
Xie Qiqiao's playback history is empty.
Shao Ding was sentenced, but the matter of the live-streaming room could only be left unresolved.
But the police quickly discovered that there were more and more reports about the live stream room called "Red Dust Fairy Lamp".
In the taxi late at night, Lin Yu checked the navigation route for the third time.
"Master, this is not the way to Canyang Residential Area."
She gripped the bag strap tightly, her knuckles turning white.
In the rearview mirror, the driver's lips curled into a strange smile: "Road construction, take a detour."
The streetlights outside the car window were becoming increasingly sparse.
When the navigation system issues a "You have deviated from the course" warning, the clicking sound of the electronic lock falling is particularly jarring.
The signal disappeared.
Lin Yu was at her wits' end, unable to make calls or send messages, when a live stream suddenly popped up on her phone.
On the screen, a lamp flickers eternally in the courtyard.
"Little sister, we've arrived."
The sound of tires rolling over gravel stopped abruptly, and the driver's greasy voice approached from outside the car.
Lin Yu watched as the car door handle was slowly pressed down, and the other person's distorted smile was reflected in the rearview mirror.
The phone in my hand suddenly got hot.
A blinding golden light flashed, and when she regained her senses, she was holding a three-foot-long green sword in her hand.
"The Immortal Lamp of the Mortal World..."
Lin Yu recalled the urban legend circulating among her colleagues about the mysterious live-streaming room that only appeared in dire situations.
"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!"
The driver's voice stopped abruptly.
He saw not his own reflection on the sword, but countless distorted ghost faces.
The resentment of the women he had hurt.
With a flick of her wrist, Lin Yu sent the sword slicing across the driver's throat.
There was no blood, but the driver suddenly let out a scream that sounded inhuman, as if something invisible had been cut off.
He collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing, his eyes filled with terror.
“I saw them…they’re all back…”
The driver mumbled incoherently, frantically scratching his skin with both hands.
Lin Yu calmly dialed the police.
As the sirens grew louder, the sniper rifle in her hand quietly transformed back into a cell phone.
...
Such case reports came in like snowflakes.
Ultimately, all the case files were compiled and submitted to Li Ran, who had just been promoted to first-level police inspector.
She carefully perused each file, her fingertips lingering on the similar descriptions.
When Li Ran reconstructed the complete scene of the live broadcast based on the testimony, the pen in her hand suddenly fell to the ground.
Copper coins, compass, lamp...
"So... you've always been here."
Even after Lu Yao ascended to heaven, she continued to protect them in another form.
Li Ran's voice choked with emotion.
She went from a junior police officer who chased after livestreamers shouting "I'm a ten-year fan" to a police inspector who could stand on her own.
And that person, who went from being a shrewd and accurate anchor on the screen, became a fleeting glimpse of destiny amidst the torrent of data.
Tears blurred the ever-burning lamp on the sketch paper.
Under Li Ran's arrangement, the urban legend of the "Red Dust Immortal Lamp" was officially concluded.
“This is not an urban legend,” Li Ran solemnly announced at the press conference, “but rather the compassion of an enlightened sage for women in the world.”
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