Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 26 Part 1

Chapter 26: Hesitation Will Get You Nowhere!

【Congratulations, you have gained 10 Courting Death Value points!】

【Congratulations, you have gained 10 Courting Death Value points!】

【Congratulations, you have gained 10 Courting Death Value points!】

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Almost every time Xu Turan wrote down “eat shit,” a prompt sounded in her head.

Although she was quite disgusted with what she had written, the successive gains were undeniably satisfying.

Xu Turan nodded to herself, feeling somewhat relieved. She had originally just been writing to test it out, not expecting it to actually work. It seemed she hadn’t been brainwashed as Yang Buqi and the others had said…

Perhaps, beyond “eat shit,” she could try some other things?

For instance, could she incite “it” to kill itself? Would it comply? If so, wouldn’t that solve everything? Or maybe she could praise its benevolence, so benevolent that it would voluntarily lift the “domain” and release all the souls it had drawn in…

As Xu Turan’s thoughts deepened, her writing speed unconsciously increased.

Just then, a sudden pain shot through her foot.

Startled back to reality by the pain, she looked down to see Yang Buqi’s foot stepping on her instep, grinding once more before withdrawing.

Xu Turan: …?!

She began to wonder, raising her head to look at Yang Buqi’s face, only to see him urgently gesturing with his eyes towards her essay paper, his lips tightly pressed together, unable to express his anxiety.

Xu Turan followed his gaze, her heart suddenly skipping a beat—she only now realized that several more lines of text had appeared on her essay paper without her knowledge.

The handwriting at the beginning of these lines still matched her own, with fairly neat characters. However, as it progressed, it became increasingly chaotic, each stroke seeming ready to fly off the page. Even more alarming was the content—

It was all praise and glorification. Praising “its” power, glorifying “its” benevolence.

…What was going on? What had just happened?

Xu Turan felt a sudden wave of fear, quickly crossing out these extra lines. Yang Buqi’s voice sounded beside her again:

“Don’t think about anything else, just write according to your original idea. The more you focus on it, the more it focuses on you—understand?”

Xu Turan felt a bit flustered, responding with a low “Mm,” took a deep breath, secretly glanced in the direction of the little girl to see she wasn’t paying attention, then hurriedly scribbled over those lines several more times until the words were completely obscured. Only then did she quickly pick up her train of thought and resume crafting her flattering literature, continuing to make that great father eat shit.

After regaining her composure, that state of being written through as if in a trance didn’t occur again. Xu Turan breathed a sigh of relief, glancing in Yang Buqi’s direction, her expression changing once more.

“Yang Buqi? Yang Buqi! Look at what you’ve written!”

She called out softly, and Yang Buqi looked over at the sound, a bewildered expression on his face, though his pen never stopped moving. Xu Turan reminded him several times, but he seemed completely unaware of the problem. Left with no choice, Xu Turan imitated his earlier action, extending her foot and stomping down hard!

Yang Buqi let out a hiss, his eyes instantly changing: “What is it?”

Xu Turan once again gestured for him to look at his paper. Yang Buqi looked down in confusion, and immediately drew in a sharp breath—

Just like Xu Turan not long ago, something extra had appeared on his paper.

What had originally been perfunctory scribbles had unconsciously become neat and orderly, with words of praise lined up one after another, as if shouting from the heart.

Yang Buqi’s back instantly went cold, and he hurriedly crossed out all the words. He quietly thanked Xu Turan for the reminder, quickly turning his attention back to his own paper.

That was really close. He belatedly realized.

He knew that at times like this, the more one thought about “it,” the easier it was to be influenced. However, his attention had actually been entirely on Xu Turan, only incidentally wondering what to do if her essay angered “it”—who could have imagined that even this would be enough to fall prey?

Fortunately, Xu Turan’s reminder came in time… Yang Buqi swallowed hard, once again starting to scribble on his paper.

He hadn’t encountered a situation like this before. But he could roughly understand the purpose of this room’s existence—”it” needed not only food, but also believers. Comparatively, the latter was clearly more practical in aiding it.

It wanted to be noticed and imagined, and was willing to conform to those imaginings, although this “conformity” was often realized in a distorted form. When you try to perceive it, it can in turn influence your perception.

In a sense, Xu Turan’s approach might be reasonable—her writing style was less about perceiving and more about slinging mud. The other side probably wouldn’t want to claim this perception… After all, although it acted all-powerful, it wasn’t truly an omnipotent god, and if it had been transformed from an ability user, it might still retain some humanity…

In other words, it still cared about saving face to some extent.

Yang Buqi lowered his eyes, his face showing signs of contemplation. In a daze, another pain shot through his foot, jolting him awake. Only then did he realize that his paper was once again filled with passionate, sickeningly sweet words of praise.

His heart pounding, he hurriedly crossed everything out and rewrote, immediately reining in his thoughts and emptying his mind, finally feeling a bit better.

After a few more minutes, Xu Turan finally completed her essay full of flavor and nonsense, concluding with a perfect “My great father is just that great.”

She very confidently handed in this essay.

The little girl also happily accepted it.

Su Sui’er, who had been pinned to the wall, was finally released, her face still showing traces of confusion and anxiety. Yang Buqi, the only one who knew the truth, closed his eyes in silence, on one hand wishing he could dash out the door immediately to avoid the unbearable development to come, but on the other hand…

He had to admit, he was quite curious about the little girl’s reaction.

And that little girl, after reading the essay—unsurprisingly exploded.

Strictly speaking, she didn’t even “finish” reading the essay. After just two paragraphs, she threw the paper aside and began waving her blood vessels, shouting:

“Wrong, wrong! You can’t write like this! Rewrite it all! Rewrite—”

The high-decibel voice exploded in the room, causing people’s heads to throb steadily and their eardrums to feel on the verge of bursting. Xu Turan covered one ear with her hand, nimbly crouching down to avoid the blood vessels sweeping over her head, and spoke with a straight face:

“What’s wrong with it? Doesn’t this meet your essay requirements?”

Little girl: ???

Did I tell you to write about eating shit?!

“Come on, let me go through this with you—what were your requirements? First, praise! Look for yourself, didn’t I praise it? Didn’t I compliment its power? I even did it several times!”

“Also, you said to highlight its omnipotence, did I not do that? Did I not emphasize that?”

“Finally, you said to make people marvel—just tell me, doesn’t this writing make people marvel?”

After saying this, she gave Yang Buqi a look, and he cooperatively nodded numbly.

Marvel, it was indeed marvelous.

Little girl: “…”

Whether she was truly fooled by Xu Turan or for some other reason, the thick blood vessels flaring around her body gradually calmed down.

However, she still looked very unhappy, staring at Xu Turan with an expression that suggested she wanted to eat her.