Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 36 Part 2

… In other words, Xu Turan had, with only seeing the example diagrams, figured out how to infuse power without any guidance, and directly drew a working rune.

Yang Buqi felt deeply emotional, and couldn’t help but open his mouth.

“Are you sure you’re human?” He couldn’t help but ask.

Xu Turan: …???

Xu Turan was completely baffled.

What did she do? How did she suddenly become not human?

Two hours later.

After finishing breakfast, Xu Turan went straight to Ciji Institute in Yang Buqi’s car.

They had already done their best to clean up the room, except for the writing on the walls and ceiling, everything else was pretty much tidied up. Yang Buqi promised that in the coming period, he would come over to help repaint the walls—this kind of thing was too troublesome for one person to do. And it wasn’t suitable to hire outsiders. Those dense red cursing characters all over the walls, others would think it was a supernatural event if they saw it.

… Although in essence, it was indeed a supernatural event.

Fortunately, the original owner was already at odds with her adopted brother, and usually locked her door when going out, so there was no need to worry about him suddenly entering the room.

“You’d better sleep in a different room.” He specially reminded Xu Turan, “Although that pen is now in a miserable state because of you, it’s essentially still an abomination, and its level is higher than yours… The writing it left behind also affects people. Before it’s completely resolved, try to keep your distance.”

“Mm-hmm.” Xu Turan responded very seriously.

Noted, before Yang Buqi comes next time, try to make the room look like no one has slept in it.

“…” Yang Buqi didn’t know if she had really taken in what he said, paused for a few seconds, and could only change the subject, “That pen, was it bought from Old Jiang’s shop?”

“Old Jiang?” Xu Turan looked up, “Should be. That shop’s name did have the character Jiang.”

“Then that’s it.” Yang Buqi said, “That shop… they act quite strangely. Buying their things means you’re responsible for your own life and death, the risk is quite high.”

“I feel it’s okay.” Xu Turan said honestly, “But I’m a bit curious, where do their goods come from?”

“They’re considered an independent organization, they organize people to go out and capture abominations themselves. They also collect from other people.” Yang Buqi explained, “Some abominations circulate among ordinary people under the guise of second-hand goods or collectibles. They specialize in collecting these, restraining and suppressing them, then selling them to ability users who need them.”

“As for capturing, it’s aimed at some low to mid-level ones… They’re very smart, never confronting high-level ones head-on. But because they’re good at utilizing abominations, their organization is said to have quite a few high-level members.”

Yang Buqi was very responsibly explaining, his tone flat, showing no emotional bias towards Old Jiang’s Taobao shop. However, Xu Turan could sense that he probably didn’t quite approve of this shop.

She couldn’t very well say that she was now a VIP of that shop, so she casually changed the subject, talking back to her miserable Planchette Pen, and expressing her confusion.

“I thought that pen was very powerful,” Xu Turan said, “But it turns out there’s a lot it doesn’t know…”

“That’s normal.” Yang Buqi said, “Even omniscient ability users all have their own inclinations. For example, we have a ‘historian’ in our institute, who currently can only ‘read’ knowledge about history, not other areas.”

“Oh…” Xu Turan lowered her eyes thoughtfully, “And, I remember this tendency can be blocked by higher-level ones with the same tendency?”

“Not just higher-level ones with the same tendency. Higher-level ones with other tendencies can also cause some degree of interference to omniscience or precognition, and it also depends on the skills.” Yang Buqi diligently explained, “If it happens to be a targeted skill, even lower-level or same-level ones can have an impact.”

… That’s true.

Xu Turan thought of her “Mad Rabbit – Confusion”, and her heart stirred slightly, as if she had caught onto something.

As they were talking, the car had already entered the highway and was about to drive into a tunnel. In the moment darkness enveloped them, Xu Turan spoke again:

“Oh right, I have another question I’d like to ask you.”

Yang Buqi: “What is it?”

“About leveling up.” Xu Turan tilted her head slightly, “From Firefly to Candle level, is it very difficult? How long did it take you?”

“It depends on the individual. My life tendency leveled up the fastest, taking about a month…”

Yang Buqi recalled. Xu Turan was shocked: “That long?”

“That’s considered fast. My precognition took about half a year for the first level up. It’s about the same time for others.” Yang Buqi said with a wry smile, “As for the difficulty… it’s hard to say whether it’s difficult or not. In fact, I don’t have much impression of the scene at that time. I just remember trying hard to walk forward, keep walking forward…”

The car drove out of the tunnel, and a large patch of clear sunlight poured down. Yang Buqi squinted his eyes and exhaled.

“Then I touched a beam of light—and everything was completed.”

Xu Turan: …

Damn.

She recalled that white light spot swaying in the center of the path, and at the thought of having to walk in the dream for another half year, she suddenly felt an urge to curse.

But regardless, Yang Buqi’s words still gave Xu Turan considerable confidence.

She had thought she could level up to Candle level in one night, but woke up halfway through, which was quite frustrating. Hearing Yang Buqi say it took him a month, she instantly felt her progress was okay.

Xu Turan’s competitive spirit sometimes manifests in some strange places, but in this aspect, she was quite laid-back. As long as she confirmed she wasn’t the worst of the bunch, she was quite satisfied.

And in the following few nights, perhaps because the route had become smooth, she was able to successfully log into the Path of Chaos every night. Knowing that everyone’s progress was not fast, Xu Turan also became more relaxed, no longer rushing like the first night. She just went to check in every night, walked for a while, and when she felt uncomfortable, she would directly force herself to wake up, which felt easier.

She was as zen as someone clearing daily tasks in a mobile game—and going there to walk every night could earn 100 to 200 Courting Death Value, which was not a loss anyway.

Perhaps it was also because of her adjusted mindset that the strange calls that had chased her to a sweat on the first night never appeared again. At most, there were some murmurs floating by her ears, which was still within the acceptable range for Xu Turan.

On the other hand, other things also seemed to be gradually getting on track. In the following week, Xu Turan’s life became as regular as a retired grandmother:

Every night she would log into the “Path of Chaos” to travel and check in, clearing daily tasks and collecting a wave of Courting Death Value. In the morning, she would check the activity status of the supernatural items to confirm her own condition. At 7 o’clock, she would go downstairs. At this time, her adopted brother was usually drinking coffee and would leave after finishing.

After breakfast, she would inspect the house; tease the Planchette Pen a bit, gaining 20 to 30 Courting Death Value. Then she would go to Ciji Institute for training classes, and after finishing, if she met Feifei, she would stay with her for an extra half hour.

She usually returned in the afternoon when her adopted brother was not at home. If Yang Buqi was free, he would come over to help paint the walls. Xu Turan had asked indirectly, and he hadn’t sensed anything wrong with the house. Because she was afraid of implicating him, she usually sent him off before nightfall.

At night, she would check the house again. If there was time, she would flip through the materials about young girls’ sudden deaths that her assistant had found for her—this was what she had asked someone to collect in order to investigate the original owner’s cause of death. However, this information was too messy, and she hadn’t figured out a clue yet.

She had asked the Planchette Pen about this matter. This useless thing, after hesitating for a long time without writing an answer, simply came up with a sentence “Then I’ll die”.

At 9 pm, she would prepare the room and arrange the supernatural items. She would go to sleep on time to travel and check in.

Waking up to another healthy, lively, and sunny day.

—And facts proved that surprises often come when you least expect them.

Sometimes even two at once.