Chapter 1165: Chapter 110: Everything Is Within My Plan

The narrow ship cabin was piled with fresh human heads, those wandering samurais originally used by Koyano Taro as ambush forces had now become nourishment for evil powers.

Sharp nails skimmed over lines of text on the notebook, and the purple eye in the Priest’s forehead turned slightly, peering through layers of space-time barriers to the woven paths of fate.

Fate has converged here.

Firstly,

The notebook in the arms of Master Seto on the beach slowly unfolded at the center of the sacrificial array.

Secondly,

The notebook in Huang Anshi’s hand in the distance started to heat up.

Thirdly,

Cardinal Elena’s chest was pierced, and a corner of the notebook was revealed under the torn robe.

Fourth, fifth, sixth…

In the distant night, something deeper than darkness, seemingly swallowing all light, was approaching.

Seventh…

The Priest lowered his head, with a trace of confusion on his face.

That’s not right; apart from the one in his hand, where are the other two?

Clearly, according to the predetermined trajectory of fate, they should have gathered here tonight.

“My Lord?”

“No worries, everything is within the plan.”

A voice murmured beside his ear in the ethereal.

On the beach, Xia Yubing intended to rush over to save people, but didn’t expect Li Mumu over there to be hit first, as if suffering from some mental impact, standing dumbfounded and unresponsive.

Then Shen Qingxi also trembled all over, pupils swiftly dilated, losing their luster.

Xia Yubing immediately realized that the adversary was not a simple character.

Those two Cardinals from the Qianjin Church could be excused for being inexperienced and unexpected, suffering an ambush. But the fact that both Li Mumu and Shen Qingxi were powerless was too suspicious.

Could fish be drowned?

Of course, such a thing is not impossible. For example, you rear ribbon fish in tap water, and once they’re raised well, you can cover them in flour and fry them.

The most pressing issue now was that she couldn’t understand her opponent’s maneuvering.

Friends who often trade stocks know that the financial securities futures market is actually very simple, a mogul yells out, then the stock market surges, and you make money.

But not many can explain how to specifically manage an account.

That’s the problem Xia Yubing faced now; she merely saw four people being hit in succession, but didn’t understand how the damage was inflicted.

Knowing about the mental aspect impact alone wasn’t helpful.

An individual’s spiritual world is an extremely private place; if one’s belief is clear and thought straightforward it’s manageable, but do you know what goes on in the minds of Li Mumu and Shen Qingxi?

Xia Yubing furrowed her brows tightly and clenched her fists silently. She decided to wait a few more seconds, and if Li Mumu and Shen Qingxi couldn’t awaken themselves from the spiritual world, she would resort to physical force to resolve the issue from the real world.

At this time, Li Mumu was traversing through countless fragments of memories.

Just now, an unspeakable thing tried to launch a sneak attack from behind; Li Mumu clawed back, making it emit a miserable wail, like a dog kicked away, limping and fleeing in embarrassment.

This thing’s power was roughly there, but the master behind it was a rather cunning old fox.

Before Li Mumu could counterattack, the surroundings suddenly shifted from night to day.

She stood on the cruise ship’s deck, dressed in simple pajamas, looking at her own hands groggily.

Did I just kill someone?

Why kill? Who did I kill?

“Feeling any better?”

Li Mumu frowned and looked at the boy who was speaking beside her.

He seemed very familiar, but she couldn’t recall his name.

“Want to go back and rest a bit, or eat something?”

The boy posed a kind inquiry.

“Uh…”

“Fancy a Coke?”

The next second, Li Mumu found herself sitting at the entrance of the Special Service Bureau, in the Western restaurant across the street, holding an iced bottle of Coke, with bubbles surging in the dark brown liquid.

“Who are you?”

Li Mumu didn’t drink the Coke but lifted her head to look at the boy opposite her, who wore a sunny smile.

“Don’t you remember me?”

The boy’s face showed a sad expression.

“Of course you wouldn’t remember me because all the memories in your mind now are meticulously woven lies.”

Me? I am…who am I?

Li Mumu subconsciously wanted to recall her past, but found the memories in her mind became blurry as if they were shadows behind a fogged window.

“It’s a long story, but here, we have all the time in the world.”

The scene turned, and they were back on the deck, but this time, something seemed off…

Li Mumu looked around holding the Coke, noticing that they were surrounded by foreigners with rather outdated clothing.

“The story starts thirty years ago, with a young man and woman, setting out for different reasons, they left the ancient Eastern Empire, embarking on a path to study in the Federation.”

The boy turned his head to look at Li Mumu, his gaze tinged with reminiscence.

“You understand the concept of the Dragon Maiden, right?”

Li Mumu thought for a moment and nodded.

“Actually, historically, Dragon Maidens always appeared in pairs. In the same era as Mu Yanling, there was another Dragon Maiden, but her background and name had been buried in the river of history.”