Chapter 9: I'll Collect a Little Interest First Today

This disgusting woman actually resorted to such despicable underhanded tactics against her; Su Wanluo couldn't express how much she hated her. If she hadn't been held back by others, she truly wanted to destroy the other half of that woman's face as well.

As soon as her body moved, Su Wanluo wanted to dodge, but someone tripped her, causing her to be half a beat slow; then, everyone saw that arrow shoot straight into Su Wanluo's body.

Su Wanluo closed her eyes. Huh, why doesn't it hurt?

Just as she was feeling confused, a burst of dazzling nine-colored light suddenly shot out from within her body; then, under the terrified gazes of the crowd, that arrow passed through her as if she were nothing and struck the wall.

Then, the dazzling light vanished. Su Wanluo vaguely felt that the light looked familiar, but she couldn't quite remember it right now.

However, this was a rare opportunity, not the time to dwell on such things. Taking advantage of the moment everyone was dazed, Su Wanluo waved her hand and scattered over twenty nails.

The nails all flew toward Ji Miao'er's direction, scaring her into continuous screams; fortunately, the hidden guards beside her were quick-handed and quick-eyed, knocking away over a dozen of them. In the end, only seven or eight nails stuck into her body.

If all those nails had landed on her, she would have turned into a hornet's nest in minutes.

Su Wanluo had finally reclaimed a bit of interest. Seeing that she had done enough, she kicked off toward the ladder in the corner, landed on the wall, and looked provocatively at Yang Haoxuan, who was holding Ji Miao'er.

"Yang the Scumbag, Ji the Bitch, I'll just collect a little interest today. Next time we meet, I definitely won't let you off!"

After speaking, she performed another very dashing leap and disappeared over the wall. No one saw that after Su Wanluo disappeared, a flash of purple-gold shadow flickered across the roof of the Marquis Mansion's main hall.

The hidden guards finally reacted; the person they needed to deal with had already escaped. The leader of the hidden guards knelt halfway before Yang Haoxuan. "Young Lord, this subordinate will go catch that woman of the Charm Race immediately to redeem my failure."

Yang Haoxuan's face was as cold as ice, his dark eyes churning with fury. "A bunch of useless trash. So many people and you can't even defeat one woman? All of you, get out and accept your punishment!"

***

Nightfall, mountain forest.

"What kind of ghost thing are you exactly? If you have the guts, roll out here..."

Su Wanluo stood on the ground and let out a loud roar, her face full of an expression as if she had seen a ghost. Ever since she jumped over the wall of the Marquis Mansion at noon, she had discovered that her body was not normal.

Previously, when Ji Miao'er's arrow shot toward her, she had distinctly felt that the arrow pierced through her body, yet she hadn't felt even a hint of pain, and then she saw the arrow pass through her and strike the wall.

Even more bizarrely, there was constantly a milky-voiced sound in her ear, commanding her to walk left and walk right.

After not seeing anyone else around, she had thought the voice in her ear was a hallucination, but when her footsteps involuntarily followed the voice to this place, she realized how eerie the situation was, and thus let out a somewhat breakdown-inducing roar.

"Pfft..."

A somewhat tsundere little fellow let out a laugh, and then Su Wanluo heard that milky voice ring out very arrogantly and proudly, "Stinky woman, this God is the greatest Creation Divine Artifact of the Land of Gods. Well? Don't you feel extremely honored after hearing that?"

Su Wanluo's lips twitched, and the black lines on her forehead jumped violently. "What kind of ghost thing is a 'Creation Divine Artifact'? Is your tendency to hide the beginning and end because you're too shameful to show your face?"

She hated this feeling of being unable to pin something down the most. Yet, for so long, aside from discovering that the milky voice was echoing in her ear, she hadn't captured a single other thing, making her feel somewhat vexed.