Chapter 190 The Follower item is quite useful, isn't it?
Nanmen Jue leaned against the door, staring at the air in front of him.
She figured the reincarnators who survived from the previous world would probably come back and spout nonsense, but who could tell her what they were talking about?
These people look completely insane.
Just as Nanmen Jue was thinking of asking someone about the situation, a message notification appeared on her system panel.
She composed herself and casually opened the control panel.
Even though the main god now wishes he could tear her apart, she is still a member of the Reincarnators. As a Reincarnator, she can use the system panel and space, something the main god can't do anything about.
As soon as the panel was opened, a deluge of information flooded in.
She didn't add many people, but these people sent her a lot of messages.
Nanmen Jue glanced at the message quickly and found that Mo Gui, who was usually the most talkative, had only sent one message, which had been pushed to the bottom.
She scrolled up Mo Gui's messages, and there was a sentence hanging under the yellow rubber duck avatar.
"Sister Jue, I want to see you."
She didn't want to see him.
I wonder what level Mo Gui is at now, orange name? Or gold name? I can guess what he'll say.
Nanmen Jue closed the dialog box in near frustration and stared blankly at the system space that was about to overflow.
She moved all of Zhang Jin's items, but she hadn't had time to look at what they were. In her haste to save people, she had simply and crudely categorized them by attribute, focusing mainly on items with healing effects.
Now, she glanced at it briefly, and the dazzling array of categories and shapes seemed endless.
Just how long has that old monster Zhang Jin lived? He has such a huge legacy!
Nanmen Jue became impatient after flipping through a few pages, but in order to accurately select the right props later, she patiently looked through them all.
After reading it, her head was buzzing. She hadn't read so much in one go even when she was taking the college entrance exam.
However, with his brain full, the jumbled thoughts faded considerably, squeezed out by knowledge. Nanmen Jue paused for a moment and pulled up Ying Yao's chat window.
Ying Yao replied quickly, presumably having been waiting for news from Nanmen Jue. Upon seeing his reply, Nanmen Jue breathed a sigh of relief.
Although she felt that with Ying Yao's experience and Terra's protection, things shouldn't have gone wrong so quickly, she only realized the tension in her heart when she actually saw him speak.
Actually, if he could, Nanmen Jue wouldn't really want to see Ying Yao so soon.
But there was no other way; only she could handle this.
Seeing the situation in the hall, Nanmen Jue felt that neither he nor Ying Yao were suitable to show themselves, so the two agreed on a meeting place in the real world and hurriedly left the hall again.
The agreed-upon place was a small hotel near Nanmenjue's home. Nanmenjue suspected that Ying Yao had made preparations long ago and was just waiting for her to make the appointment, otherwise how could he have arrived even faster than her?
Ying Yao watched her enter, his expression remaining relatively calm. Nanmen Jue also appeared calm, but in reality, he was on guard for a moment.
Fortunately, Ying Yao didn't bring up any topics she didn't want to face, and went straight to the point asking, "What should we do?"
Even if it's not outwardly expressed, the anxiety and resentment of someone accustomed to being at the top suddenly becoming a vulnerable person who needs protection is something that can't be easily dismissed with a simple "let it go."
“You don’t need to do anything, just sit here,” Nanmen Jue said.
Ying Yao sat upright on the edge of the bed, his eyes showing a look of resignation to death. Nanmen Jue thought of him as a martial arts master imparting internal strength, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Her smile made Ying Yao's eyes light up.
Nanmen Jue stiffened, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it. Without saying anything more, he directly extended his hand to Yao.
Ying Yao, confused, also reached out to grasp her hand, but Nanmen Jue couldn't hold back: "Don't move!"
"Oh." Ying Yao obediently withdrew his hand.
Nanmen Jue spread his five fingers, and the earring on his earlobe lit up. Familiar scarlet light swirled at his fingertips, like a dazzling red river flowing towards Ying Yao and enveloping him.
Upon seeing the things that had nearly killed everyone, Ying Yao's body tensed reflexively, but this time, they brought a healing warmth.
Nanmen Jue clenched her fist as if she were grasping an invisible rudder, and then she turned it counterclockwise, causing all the light points to rush wildly into Ying Yao's body.
Ying Yao looked up at Nanmen Jue, his eyes were covered by a scarlet light, and Nanmen Jue's light was hidden in it, giving him an aura that was both fierce and holy.
Like... the god of a single thought, a god or demon.
This process took some time, and by the time it was over, it was already dark outside the window.
The two remained silent in the unlit room. After a while, Ying Yao stood up and stretched his arms and legs.
“I’m even better than before,” he said.
“Of course,” Nanmen Jue said. “I restored your body to its peak condition.”
It sounded completely inhuman, and Ying Yao stared at her intently.
"Is there anything else?" Nanmen Jue asked. "If not, go back to the main hall. Zhang Zhi's body is still there."
“You’d better not show yourself in the hall,” Ying Yao said. “Those reincarnators from the last world have spread the word, so it’s impossible to control so much heat at the same time.”
“I know.” Nanmen Jue felt his tone was a bit harsh, so he added, “They can’t hurt me.”
Ying Yao shook his head. "Maybe things aren't so bad. There are more and more people in the space who are dissatisfied with the main god. These people will see you as their new faith and salvation, and they will follow you."
“Then they’ve chased the wrong person. I have nothing to give them,” Nanmen Jue said.
“You don’t need to give them anything, but you can probably use them. With your current influence, if you raise your voice and want to establish a new guild, the number of people should immediately exceed that of the four major guilds,” Ying Yao said. “Besides those who want to follow you, there are also many die-hard fans of the main god, as well as those who have their eyes on you after learning your gender.”
Nanmen Jue's eyes flashed with sarcasm. "Even the Supreme God can't do anything to me. What do you think those trash can do to me?"
"We still need to be careful." Ying Yao didn't argue with Nanmen Jue on this topic, but instead said, "Mo Gui really wants to find you."
"Let him think about it," Nanmen Jue retorted firmly.
She paused for a moment after speaking, then immediately felt a pang of guilt. What was she doing? Ying Yao was a very gentle person, and she was taking advantage of that gentleness.
Nanmen Jue's breathing became somewhat rapid. In the silence, she heard Ying Yao's gentle voice.
"I see."
Nanmen Jue couldn't help but ask, "What do you know?"
"Let's go back," Ying Yao said, avoiding the question.
Nanmen Jue suddenly flew into a rage: "Do you think you know me well?"
The roar startled Nanmen Jue herself, and she froze on the spot.
This anger came without any reason, and it was even more unreasonable for her to get angry at Yao. How could she lose control like this?
She became terrified, "I'm so sorry..."
Before she could finish her apology, a warm hand gently and tentatively landed on her head.
Ying Yao's movements were clumsy, like stroking a restless little animal, as he slowly patted her head.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “It doesn’t matter what I do.”
Nanmen Jue stared at him blankly, and the next second, she disappeared.
When Ying Yao saw her flee back to the hall, a helpless expression appeared on his face, and then his eyes became serious.
It would be a good thing if he could vent his emotions; Nanmen Jue's self-suppression was more severe than he had imagined.
...
When Nanmen Jue returned to his room in the main hall, his aura was terrifying. Even Yu Wanyan didn't dare to say anything and obediently told Nanmen Jue what to do.
Zhang Zhi's soul will be fully integrated in two days, at which point she will be able to create a body for He Ting with the help of the other puppets.
For the past two days, Nanmen Jue ignored everyone and stayed in Yu Wanyan's studio until Zhang Zhi stood in front of her again.
Zhang Zhi hadn't felt alive for a long time. She stretched out her hands and kicked her legs in a daze, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
Being given a second chance at life filled her with more excitement than she had ever imagined.
Nanmen Jue patted her head and told her what to do next.
Of course, she didn't intend to bring Zhang Zhi into the cycle of reincarnation. Although Zhang Zhi didn't want to leave her, she told Zhang Zhi that this body was made for her important friend. Zhang Zhi felt a sense of responsibility and patted her chest, indicating that she would definitely follow the steps carefully and make a perfect body.
Yu Wanyan said, "If you're worried, you can transfer me into a puppet so I can stay here too."
Nanmen Jue remained silent.
"Are you still worried that I'll hurt that little girl?" Yu Wanyan said sourly. "Don't worry, after going through so much trouble to save her, I won't cause trouble for myself. Besides, I finally got a favor from you, and I don't want to be hunted down by you again."
Nanmen Jue remained silent.
Yu Wanyan panicked, "Hey, are you even listening to me? Don't you believe me?!"
Nanmen Jue closed his eyes briefly. "I can't kill you, but I can't save you either."
Yu Wanyan was taken aback.
“You saved me, so I can’t harm you, but you’ve killed too many people,” Nanmen Jue said. “Just stay with me and stop thinking about being resurrected.”
She thought Yu Wanyan would be furious, but Yu Wanyan was silent for a moment, her tone excited yet tinged with shyness, "You personally invited me to be with you forever, I do."
Nanmen Jue: ...
Things weren't quite as she had imagined; this person didn't seem to be particularly looking forward to being resurrected.
Clearly, for now, being with Nanmen Jue is more appealing than being resurrected, so Yu Wanyan happily went into the new cycle of reincarnation with Nanmen Jue.
This time, Nanmen Jue didn't wait for the fifteen-day rest period. She changed out of her signature little suit and put on an oversized hooded sweatshirt that covered her entire head. She stood silently in the light.
She didn't tell anyone this time because the world would end very quickly.
From now on, every world she enters signifies the end. She is racing against time with the main god, and she must narrow the gap before the main god can react.
A flash of light appeared before her eyes, and Nanmen Jue entered a new world. Before she could even see her surroundings clearly, the first thing she saw was two familiar faces beside her.
"...You guys can get in here?" Nanmen Jue was shocked.
Beside her stood Ying Yao and Mo Gui.
In just a few days, Mo Gui seemed like a completely different person. He seemed to have grown up from his teenage years all at once. He had grown taller, his shoulders had broadened, his features had become more defined and handsome, and he had gained a more weathered and imposing air. The only familiar thing was his burning gaze at Nanmen Jue, so intense that it seemed like he wanted to set her on fire.
“Following props.” Ying Yao smiled slightly. “Even if a person is in the real world, they can be suddenly pulled into the world you’re in. Isn’t that amazing?”
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