Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 44 Part 4

“Over there… oh, right, I remember now. I just saw some black threads there too, like they were leaking out from the adjacent room, so I casually put a few candles over there…”

Huh?

She stared in that direction for a while, suddenly tilting her head: “Strange.”

“Why are those black threads still there?”

…

Yang Buqi looked at her deeply, then looked at the corridor where nothing but candles existed, and swallowed.

“Xu Turan, there’s nothing in that direction.”

“All the abominations have been properly confined in the rooms by you. There’s nothing there.”

However, Xu Turan seemed not to have heard his words and still looked confusedly at the position where the few candles were. Pu Han beside them seemed to realize something, his face changing instantly.

“No… there are black threads over there. But those aren’t the threads of these Pyre-level beings…”

Yang Buqi: …

“Xu Turan, don’t look!” He suddenly understood and his first reaction was to cover Xu Turan’s eyes. But Pu Han behind him moved even faster—

No, to be precise, it was Feifei who moved faster.

She almost dragged Pu Han up from the ground, her palm turning sideways, accurately chopping at the back of Xu Turan’s neck!

…With one chop, Xu Turan was fine, but Pu Han was brought along by her momentum and crashed into Yang Buqi. The three of them instantly fell into a heap.

Yang Buqi: …

“Pu Han—can you tell your wife to watch less TV dramas? Who told her that chopping here would definitely make someone faint?” He couldn’t help but shout, one hand cushioning under Xu Turan, the other still firmly covering her eyes.

Thanks to this fall, Xu Turan finally came to her senses—she was helped up from the ground by Yang Buqi and taken into an empty room on the other side. After a while, she understood:

“Just now, what I saw was the real Haunted House No. 71?”

“…Mm.” Pu Han sat across from her, panting heavily, hugging the pitiful Feifei in his arms, “Come, look at me, don’t look in other directions—did you see its eyes just now?”

“…Not completely.” Xu Turan recalled for a moment, pursing her lips, “But I could feel those eyelids were about to open.”

Pu Han: “…”

He rubbed his face and clicked his tongue: “This is getting serious.”

It was also his fault—Xu Turan’s previous performance was too normal, to the extent that he himself forgot that those Pyre-level No. 71 would also affect Xu Turan as they were of the same tendency and high level as her.

Although not as forceful, the subtle influence accumulating over time might lead to some rather bad results.

Just like now—Xu Turan, in her trance, didn’t notice to avoid the black threads of the real Haunted House No. 71, and even made eye contact for quite a long time. From her description, it was just a little more before the main body of Haunted House No. 71 would have been able to “see” her.

“Xu Turan can’t continue to move around these abominations anymore,” Pu Han sighed. “They will further influence her. And…”

“And, if I’m careless and really attract the gaze of the main body, it will be able to see everything we’ve done,” Xu Turan calmly continued, her expression calm. “We’re not ready yet. If it takes action, all our efforts will be in vain.”

“Can’t you use that Shield of Ignorance on her one more time?” Yang Buqi pursed his lips and turned to look at Pu Han, who shook his head helplessly, “It can only be used once per person. And I don’t have extra energy now.”

Yang Buqi: …

“There’s another way, which is to make her temporarily lose consciousness,” Pu Han said. “Just like what Feifei tried to do earlier. And we must increase the distance between her and those No. 71.”

Xu Turan instinctively covered her forehead, then stood up.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll go out first.”

“You alone?” Yang Buqi frowned, “I’ll accompany…”

“Pu Han is in this state, you’d better stay with him,” Xu Turan said. “And you need to hurry and prepare the sealing box—I have sleeping pills in my room, and supernatural items with a long night tendency, all of which can help with sleep.”

She was about to walk out when Yang Buqi called her back again.

He quickly caught up with her, looked into Xu Turan’s eyes, and said seriously: “Can you promise that when you go out alone, you won’t do anything dangerous again?”

I can promise a ghost… Xu Turan thought silently, but still nodded perfunctorily.

Yang Buqi: “…”

He covered his face with his hand again, showing some helplessness on his face, then reached into his pocket and rummaged around, handing a small spray bottle and a bottle of medicine to Xu Turan.

“The spray bottle contains poison mist, which affects friend and foe alike when used. So make sure to keep your distance when using it. The medicine bottle contains emergency medicine, if you encounter serious physical injury, eat this, hold it in your mouth while eating, but don’t use more than 5 pieces at a time, otherwise you’ll grow extra organs…”

Xu Turan looked at him with slight surprise, nodded, her gaze passing over the medicine bottle, unconsciously reading out the words on it: “Universal Heart-Saving Pills…?”

“My god? You really bought it?” Pu Han looked at him with shock, and Yang Buqi immediately said: “What do you mean bought? I made it myself! Made it with my ability! I just borrowed this medicine bottle, can you not over-speculate!”

Pu Han: “…Oh.”

Xu Turan didn’t dare to delay, thanked them and hurriedly left. Pu Han watched her back until he was sure she had gone far, then said: “So, why do you have a medicine bottle for Heart-Saving Pills?”

Yang Buqi: …

“Why do you care so much?” Yang Buqi said irritably. “Let’s consider what’s next. With Xu Turan gone, we have one less person to draw runes. How to control the next small fry is another problem…”

“Actually, I think we don’t need more small fries,” Pu Han shrugged.

Yang Buqi: “?”

Pu Han smiled and took something out of his pocket—a red fountain pen.

Yang Buqi’s face changed slightly: “Isn’t this Xu Turan’s pen? When did you take it?”

“I didn’t take it, it came over by itself. Right when I said ‘it’ was about to see Xu Turan.”

Pu Han looked at the fountain pen leisurely, while the latter lay motionless, playing dead, until it was stared numb by Pu Han’s gaze. Then it opened its cap and squeezed out several red ink bubbles from its nib.

The bubbles floated into the air, bursting on their own to form two lines of text.

【Although I’m here in person now.】

【My spirit is with her.】

Yang Buqi: …

“Just having a spirit here is useless,” Pu Han said softly, turning the pen sideways to show Yang Buqi the runes on it. “This pen, although sealed, its own level is definitely sufficient. And look, it comes with defense and suppression runes here. You only need to draw the absorption and transformation parts.”

“Isn’t it much more energy-efficient to use it as the power source for the sealing box?”

Planchette Pen: …

…?!!!