CHAPTER 327: CHAPTER 327 I AM YOUR FAVORITE WOMAN!2

Having passed over the suspension bridge, Si Mingjing, who stood on the other side, looked bewildered and called out to the equally shocked Madam Duanmu, "Madam, is there a problem?"

"You, you, you..."

Madam Duanmu had not yet recovered from her shock. "How did you get across the suspension bridge?"

Slightly narrowing her phoenix eyes, Si Mingjing replied, "I just walked over. Why?"

Madam Duanmu said, "To date, you are the first person to cross the suspension bridge unscathed. You’re the first, and the only one. Could it be..."

"Impossible!" Zhu Lanying, provoked, loudly retorted. "There must be something wrong with the bridge. Now anyone can just walk over, haha!"

Zhu Lanying strode toward the suspension bridge. As long as she crossed it, she could enter the tomb!

But no sooner had she set foot on the bridge than lightning and thunder erupted from within the air-raid shelter.

A terrifying bolt of lightning struck directly toward her.

Zhu Lanying couldn’t dodge in time, and her foot was hit by the blinding lightning.

In an instant, Zhu Lanying’s body, over fifty years old, trembled as though electrocuted. Her hair exploded into a frizzled, yellow mess, each strand burned and shriveled—horrifying to behold.

Si Mingjing, standing on the opposite side of the suspension bridge, sucked in a breath of cold air upon witnessing the scene, filled with a rush of lingering fear.

This wasn’t real lightning and thunder, was it? It had to be man-made, right?

What kind of technology was this?

Si Mingjing asked, "Is this the reason why no one can cross the suspension bridge?"

Madam Duanmu replied, "That’s not all of it."

That’s not all? That was somewhat frightening.

Si Mingjing felt a chilling palpitation. "Then why was I able to cross?"

Madam Duanmu wanted to know as well.

No one should have been able to cross the suspension bridge!

That bridge was like the eighteenth level of hell. Anyone who set foot on it would encounter tortures as severe as those in the eighteenth hell. So why could Miss Si?

"Could it be that you are the girl that the City Lord has been waiting for?"

Zhu Lanying, her body charred by lightning and her hair a scorched yellow, crawled up unwillingly. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He just isn’t capable; there’s no such thing as his true love! He’s simply impotent! Otherwise, how could he be indifferent to me?!"

Zhu Lanying was furious!

She got up and wanted to try again.

Mustering all her courage, she stepped onto the suspension bridge once more!

She wanted to prove that the City Lord was indeed impotent, that it wasn’t because he looked down on her.

But as soon as her foot touched the bridge, lightning and thunder erupted again inside the air-raid shelter!

This time, her luck was even worse. A bolt of lightning, WHOOSH, shot toward her, and Zhu Lanying was struck not on her foot, but on her body.

In an instant, a bright white light enveloped her entire body, followed by a paralyzing pain.

The pain transcended the limits of what she could endure. Her body shook violently, incapable of movement. Then, her eyes went dark, and she passed out.

From a distance, Si Mingjing watched and winced; even she felt the pain.

Madam Duanmu, however, became even more certain!

Tears streamed down her face.

"No mistake, absolutely no mistake! The City Lord said that the only girl who could cross the suspension bridge would be his most beloved. Miss Si, you are the City Lord’s most beloved! You are Mengcheng’s future new City Lord! I’ve waited for you for over thirty years, and finally, you have come!

"It was so hard!

"She thought she would never be able to wait for this day!

"She thought she would fail the City Lord’s dying entrustment!

"Thank heavens, heaven rewards the diligent!

"At last, she could personally hand over Mengcheng to the City Lord’s most beloved woman!"

Madam Duanmu said, "Miss Si, hurry inside. I won’t stop you anymore. The entire tomb is open to you. Take whatever you want!"

Si Mingjing felt a complex mix of emotions.

How could she possibly be the City Lord’s most beloved?

Si Mingjing couldn’t understand.

But the most important thing now was to retrieve the Dragon Algae.

Without a moment’s delay, Si Mingjing strode forward, passing through a tunnel about five hundred meters long.

Embedded in the tunnel walls were several Luminous Pearls, which illuminated the entire passage, making visibility a non-issue.

She walked at a leisurely pace and finally saw a door at the end of the tunnel.

Behind that door lay the City Lord’s tomb.

The three-meter-high stone door was tightly sealed.

Si Mingjing studied it for a long time but couldn’t find the switch to open the stone door.

Si Mingjing’s black pupils gradually took on a golden hue as she activated her Clairvoyant Eyes, scrutinizing the stone door from top to bottom.

The door was too thick. To her surprise, her Clairvoyant Eyes could not penetrate it.

However, Si Mingjing noticed that one of the Luminous Pearls embedded in the door seemed slightly different from the others.

At first glance, the small sphere appeared to be a Luminous Pearl, but it was actually a silent electronic device. Si Mingjing didn’t know exactly what it was, so she reached out and touched it.

Suddenly, a virtual screen projected from the Luminous Pearl, and a question appeared on it: "Who are you?"

Si Mingjing raised her eyebrows. "I am Si Mingjing."

The virtual screen had a voice input function; her words were directly converted into text and displayed on the screen.

Three large exclamation marks appeared on the virtual screen, accompanied by a mechanical voice: "Answer incorrect. Please try again. You have a total of five attempts. Four attempts remaining. Five incorrect attempts will require you to wait 24 hours before trying again."

Si Mingjing: "..."

Si Mingjing massaged her forehead. How should I answer this question?

After thinking for a while, she said again, "I am the person you have been waiting for."

"Answer incorrect. Three attempts remaining."

So, who exactly am I?

Si Mingjing pondered for a long while then said, "I am the woman you love most!"

"Answer incorrect. Two attempts remaining."

Si Mingjing pinched the bridge of her nose and murmured under her breath, "Who do you think I am?"

"Answer incorrect. Final attempt remaining."

Si Mingjing: "!!!"

She was just complaining to herself! But her spoken words were inadvertently recognized by the voice input system and taken as an answer, costing her yet another chance.

Now, with only one attempt left, Si Mingjing dared not speak carelessly.

At this moment, Mo Yinhe called her.

Si Mingjing decisively hung up.

Then she sent him a WeChat message: "Not convenient to talk right now."

Mo Yinhe sent three question marks: "???"

Si Mingjing explained the situation to Mo Yinhe and asked, "What do you think the answer is? I only have one attempt left. If I get it wrong, I’ll have to wait 24 hours to try again. I don’t want to waste 24 hours."

Mo Yinhe replied with a few words: "Maybe it’s ’Baby.’ Try it. Maybe you’ll get lucky and guess right by accident."

Si Mingjing was speechless.

"I told you I only have one attempt left, and you’re still teasing me."

"I’m not teasing you. You don’t know the answer anyway, so why not give it a shot?"

Mo Yinhe persuaded earnestly.

Si Mingjing declined to continue chatting, leaning lazily against the door, racking her brains but unable to come up with an answer.

Forget it. I’ll just say something random. I can’t figure out the answer anyway. I’ll come back tomorrow and research this City Lord a bit more. Perhaps I have too little information.

Thinking this, a resigned smile touched Si Mingjing’s lips. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, she carelessly responded, "Baby?"