Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 41 Part 3

The sound of Courting Death Value promptly rang out, with a jaw-dropping value of over 300. The next second, Xu Turan felt a series of pains on the back of her hand. She looked down and saw another line of blood words appearing on her skin:

【Woman, you’re playing with fire】

【You think I’m a pushover just because I, a deity, haven’t shown my power?】

I think… I thought you were a dumb little fountain pen.

Xu Turan thought silently. Alright, now it seems this pen isn’t that dumb after all.

“So what do you want now? Bribery didn’t work, so you’re switching to threats?” Xu Turan looked at it amusingly, unsurprisingly hearing the Courting Death Value prompt sound in her mind again.

【If you really don’t want to cooperate, I don’t mind changing to a different method】

This time the pain was in her arm. Xu Turan looked down and saw a line of text appear:

【Perhaps you’ve heard of [stigmata]? In the past, I enjoyed playing this game with my followers】

【Where would you like the next line written? On your face? Your heart? Or perhaps the soles of your feet?】

Xu Turan: …

I don’t know about stigmata, but this trick reminds me of a vicious villain from a certain magic novel.

And why would you seriously suggest the soles of the feet? The whole sentence has a weird vibe now.

Xu Turan pursed her lips, steeled herself, and simply closed her eyes.

In the darkness, she seemed to hear a sneer. Then, in her vision covered by eyelids, a line of red text appeared out of nowhere.

【You close your eyes, are you afraid to see your own demise?】

“No,” Xu Turan spoke calmly without opening her eyes, “No, I’m just remembering.”

Planchette Pen: …?

“Remembering what that fish… I mean Haunted House No. 71 looks like,” Xu Turan said, still keeping her eyes closed. “Pu Han said that if I recall its appearance, the shield of ignorance on me would disappear, and I would see it again…”

“And it would see me again.”

She opened her eyes to look at the fountain pen, giving a light chuckle: “What do you think, if it sees me, would it also see you who’s with me?”

The fountain pen floating in the air noticeably paused upon hearing this.

The next moment, the writing on her palm twisted, rearranging into a new sentence: 【What does that have to do with me?】

“How is it not related?” Xu Turan tilted her head to look at it, a smile on her lips but coldness in her eyes, “You’re afraid of it, aren’t you?”

This time, the pen’s pause was even longer—it could be said to have frozen.

It seemed to be suspended in mid-air, motionless. After quite a while, it started to move around as if trying to make up for it. At the same time, the blood writing on Xu Turan’s body changed again.

This time, the two lines on her arm changed:

【I don’t know what you’re talking about.】

【Why would I be afraid of it? What’s there to fear? Ridiculous!】

Xu Turan’s eyes darkened slightly, and she calmly responded: “If you’re not afraid of it eating you, why are you so eager for me to unseal you?”

Planchette Pen: …

“I can already see the black lines, you know.” Xu Turan’s smile became more apparent, the sense of crisis in her mind rang faster, and the Courting Death Value prompt sounded again, but she pretended not to hear.

“Thin and fine, they’re everywhere. If I recall more carefully, I should be able to see even more…”

Planchette Pen: ……

Whether it was Xu Turan’s imagination or not, the red ink on it seemed to be dripping faster.

【Stop thinking!】

Finally, the writing on her arm changed again:

【Stop thinking right now!】

—As expected.

Xu Turan’s heart suddenly relaxed.

She had guessed correctly.

This fountain pen probably didn’t know that she had actually told a lie earlier—while the Planchette Pen was constantly revising the plan, she hadn’t been not paying attention. It’s just that her focus was different from what it thought.

She mainly looked at the modification points pointed out by Yang Buqi and Pu Han. That is, the mistakes it had buried, or rather, the traps.

Then Xu Turan discovered something—this Planchette Pen, although it seemed to be a bit freer and more able to lie. But the parts it could really lie about were actually only related to itself.

In other words, apart from these parts, it had to tell the truth about everything else. At most, it could play some word games, confuse some concepts, but lying was not possible.

This reminded Xu Turan of the second day after she received the pen. At that time, she had asked this pen if there were any non-human beings in this house that she didn’t know about. Although the pen’s answer was quite nonsensical, it essentially amounted to answering “no”.

The current Planchette Pen can’t even lie about such things, let alone the pen back then. In other words, the Planchette Pen at that time couldn’t sense the existence of Haunted House No. 71.

In other words, Haunted House No. 71 is stronger than the current Planchette Pen.

So now we can deduce a strength chain. Haunted House No. 71 is stronger than the Planchette Pen, the Planchette Pen is stronger than Pu Han—and Pu Han is definitely stronger than Xu Turan herself.

It’s also known that Haunted House No. 71 has a habit of eating its own kind along with others.

Moreover, when Xu Turan was preparing to move her unconscious adopted brother, Pu Han had said something like this:

“For abominations like Haunted House No. 71, they’re not picky about their food, as long as it’s edible. If we really have to compare, I’m fried chicken, you two are vegetables, and your brother, at most, is a steamed bun. Normally, who would ignore fried chicken to eat a steamed bun?”

He said this at the time just to dissuade Xu Turan from moving her adopted brother, but unfortunately it didn’t work. Xu Turan and Yang Buqi still deliberately moved her adopted brother to the second floor.

However, thinking back now, this statement gave Xu Turan even more confidence.

“I’m a vegetable, Pu Han is fried chicken. Then you must be something even more delicious than fried chicken,” Xu Turan said. “So, care to guess, if I really bring Haunted House No. 71’s true form’s gaze over here, would it eat you first, or deal with me first?”

Planchette Pen: “…”

【Are you f**king sick in the head!】 It held back for a while but finally couldn’t resist. At this point, it didn’t even have the leisure to pretend to be cool with stigmata, and directly turned to write on the wall, tap-tap-tap, 【If I get eaten, you won’t survive either! What are you trying to achieve!】

Xu Turan raised an eyebrow slightly, straightened up, and said in a resounding tone: “Just for the satisfaction! Is that okay?”

Planchette Pen: !@#$%

Its rationality told it that Xu Turan was just bluffing—although there wasn’t much of that to begin with, now there was even less left.

But for some reason, it suddenly remembered when Xu Turan and her group had just left the second-floor room. By that time, it had already woken up and had some perception of the outside situation.

It heard with its own ears Xu Turan say, “Making your enemy unhappy is making yourself happy.”

“Rounding it up, it loses, we win.”