Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 1112 - 1108

When everyone had a talisman paper in hand, the Dragon Spirit waved his hand, and the barrier that was still glowing faintly suddenly disappeared.

Their expressions changed instantly. If it weren’t for their strong coping abilities, they might have exclaimed in surprise.

"The talisman paper in your hands is the key to reopen this barrier. Just tear it, and no matter where you are, you’ll appear at the barrier’s exit the next second. Keep it safe!"

Saying this, the Dragon Spirit paced towards the city, intending to take a look inside. Waiting here was a waste of time.

Such a thing was too advanced, making the people of Fuhu City a bit unable to react.

But the Dragon Spirit didn’t care about them; within a few breaths, he was gone.

"Mr. Long..."

No response came from the front.

The people of Fuhu City, looking at the talisman paper in their hands, even if they had some thoughts, could only suppress them at this moment.

They really couldn’t bare, having just picked up the bowl and starting to curse.

"What do we do, Mr. Long has disappeared, should we chase after him?"

"It seems this Mr. Long has quite a temper. He’s left us a way out, so let’s not demand too much and avoid fruitless risks."

"That’s right, for now, let’s focus on our tasks and meet up with the Dark Masters of Lotus City."

...

The leaders quickly set the tone with a few words.

As for the Dragon Spirit, instinctively they felt that whatever he intended to do, it was best not to offend him.

Previously, they never had such lenience when other outsiders came to assist.

It seems indeed that bullying meets its match, the authority impressed deeply.

The Dragon Spirit wasn’t familiar with Lotus City’s layout. Originally intending to follow Yun Ran’s aura to check the situation inside.

In the end, the whole Lotus City was filled with Yun Ran’s aura.

Every street corner had talisman papers drawn by Yun Ran, which was far more shocking than what was previously heard.

The Dragon Spirit couldn’t help but murmur to himself: "Yun Ran must be like an octopus, so prolific in drawing, and they’re all High-level Talismans, impressive, no wonder fortunes plunge so drastically."

Intervening in so many people’s karma, if it were someone else, not even bone scraps might remain.

Yet Yun Ran was still lively, eating and sleeping well, just with slightly bad luck.

After a day and night under the cover of darkness, most of the city’s citizens were hiding at home, not daring to venture out.

Afraid of unintentionally becoming that unlucky fellow.

While some people played it safe, naturally there were also those who didn’t, even wanting to seize the opportunity to profit from disaster.

Thefts, robberies, vandalism, everywhere one looked.

Many who usually appeared exceptionally honest and simple were now changing faces rapidly, targeting those they knew well.

When they struck, they were ruthless, apparently thinking that acquaintances were due for silencing.

The Dragon Spirit happened by, just as an entire family was being extinguished.

The cries and screams of this family spread far, yet people around, those daring to stroll through streets, all tacitly pretended not to hear.

The Dragon Spirit was instantly displeased.

Yun Ran had previously exerted great effort to save the citizens of this city.

Unfortunately, those talisman papers suppressed the death energy and evil energy’s erosion on people so that they wouldn’t lose their lives, but they couldn’t control people’s hearts.

These hostile-hearted people seemed to be merely seizing an opportunity during such end-times-like period to unleash their evil.

No relation to the death energy and yin energy.

Yet in reality, blood and countless evil thoughts also nourished the death energy, yin energy, and the resentful spirit that had been suppressed.

When there are enough deaths due to evil, the purifying effect of Yun Ran’s talisman papers can be eroded by those evil thoughts.

"No... don’t kill me, Big Bull! My grandfather was good to you before, how can you lead people to loot my home!"

When Dragon Spirit appeared in the yard, he saw a young girl crawling on the ground, covered in blood.

Even without clearly seeing her expression, the Dragon Spirit could sense this young girl’s overwhelming hatred.

In the yard, there were already a few people lying still on the ground, and a strong smell of blood wafted from that direction.

The hostility of the few others still rummaging and vandalizing was palpable and couldn’t be suppressed.

The person closest to the young girl, listening to such accusations.

Spoke viciously: "Good to me? Weren’t you treating me as free labor? If you were really good to me, why wouldn’t you give me the secret recipe!"

Dragon Spirit: ...

Even a passerby like him couldn’t take it anymore; such words weren’t those of a human.

Thinking of himself as the Dragon King, being called brutal by others, he’d never been so brazen as to think someone else’s possessions should be his.

Indeed, performing good deeds always carries risks; if you help a hungry wolf, only family annihilation awaits.

The one called Big Bull continued saying: "Since you weren’t willing to give me the secret recipe, I’ll take it myself, and you’ll all die.

When this crisis is over, I’ll tell everyone you were killed by bandits, and this entire shop, will be left to me, the apprentice, to inherit."

The Dragon Spirit couldn’t take it anymore.

He coughed lightly to alert those fierce-looking individuals that someone had intruded.

Big Bull abruptly turned around and saw someone standing in the middle of the yard, but because of insufficient light, he couldn’t discern the person’s appearance.

Others rummaging around, upon hearing the sound, also hurried over.

Each with a bloody machete in hand, the sight was quite sinister.

"Who are you, get lost, or leave your head behind!"

Such words, perhaps, were indeed effective threats against others.

But facing the Dragon Spirit, not to mention there were only seven or eight people here, even ten times more wouldn’t be enough for the Dragon Spirit to squash with a single claw.

Threatened, the Dragon Spirit not only wasn’t angry but even laughed.

"Quite ruthless. Had it been any other time, I might not bother with you, but you really shouldn’t be acting up now.

Do you know what someone has sacrificed for you ants’ salvation?

Yet you not only lack gratitude but dare commit crimes and cause trouble, so you mustn’t be spared!"

The bandits opposite naturally couldn’t understand the implications of Dragon Spirit’s words, only finding this person’s speech seriously vexing.

Several of them wielded their machetes and charged at the Dragon Spirit, seemingly wanting to teach him a lesson for meddling in other people’s business!