LWGP - Chapter 207
Chapter 207: A Hint
Although Wang Jiu was a venomous Black Widow, the two men still acted, doing their best to tie up the Four Demon Kings. Meanwhile, Wang Jiu opened her barrier, taking two of the great demon kings' attacks head-on. Bang! The barrier trembled and cracks appeared immediately.
Truly terrifying. A level-nine barrier was like an ordinary protective shield to the great demon kings, unable to withstand a third blow. But Wang Jiu had already darted out. Was she escaping?
She would escape, and she wouldn't care if the two men lived or died.
The two had also prepared for a fight to the death, but… the moment the Four Demon Kings saw Wang Jiu about to run, they swiftly gave chase, surrounding her in the blink of an eye.
The two men, suddenly "safe": "…"
What could they say? They could only charge forward again. But just then, Wang Jiu, who had flashed onto a tree branch, watched the Four Demon Kings approach, howling with grim witch energy. In that instant, her death seemed almost certain.
Cai Wujun and the other man wouldn't make it in time. Even if they did, they couldn't withstand the attack.
Today, she was already prey in a cage.
Fortunately, however, the Four Demon Kings seemed to have no intention of killing her. They only wanted to capture her alive and were controlling their lethality. Otherwise, the three of them wouldn't have lasted this long.
So… the two great demon kings, Guang Jing and Qing Tong, produced a net-like item from two directions. It radiated a purple-gold halo, clearly intending to capture Wang Jiu alive. Meanwhile, Kulou and Yan Hui attacked Wang Jiu to pin her down.
Flashes of lightning and spiritual shadows, baleful black energy, a net that blotted out the sky. In the pouring rain, Wang Jiu looked up and saw it descending. She retreated, but Kulou's attack was also coming from behind…
Boom!!
Kulou was suddenly sent flying by a slash. After landing, it roared at the burly figure who had attacked it.
"Yan Hui!!"
Guang Jing and Qing Tong were startled. The net they controlled missed its mark, because without being pinned down, Wang Jiu had already moved away from the mountain wall, landing lightly on a rock. Her eyes were slightly hazy as she sized up the Four Demon Kings with a faint, enigmatic smile.
At that moment, Yan Hui, who had attacked the demon king Kulou, was as sullen and indifferent as ever. He said nothing, merely wiping the blade in his hand.
Cai Wujun and Song Yin exchanged a glance. This was?
The great demon king Guang Jing was the most cunning and flexible of them. Seeing this, he said grimly, "No wonder you still came, knowing the four of us were in Sichuan and that Phoenix Mountain was dangerous. You really did have a trump card. Yan Hui is your trump card."
"A trump card?" A wind blew through the mountains, carrying the stench of blood. Wang Jiu took out a potion and said lightly, "As prey, how could I dare claim to have any trump cards? It's merely a bit of courage to struggle with all my might."
This was the potion Lin Yong had given her, a treasure that the Black Witch Organization and even certain foreign powers had coveted for years.
Even though it was currently incomplete, it still displayed immense power.
Guang Jing lowered his eyes, his gaze profound. "You didn't trust Lin Yong, nor the officials. That's why you didn't use this potion beforehand. If Lin Yong hadn't died, and if we hadn't truly fallen into the situation you've engineered, you would never have used it."
"And Yan Hui has long been your man. Back then, when Zhou Shanren and the others coveted the power within you and experimented on you, he was also in that basement."
Hearing this, Cai Wujun suddenly recalled the image Guang Jing had shown them that day. Besides Zhou Shanren and the others, there had indeed been a numb-looking youth.
That youth was Yan Hui.
He escaped with Wang Jiu, but he later returned to the Black Witch Organization, acting as her inside agent and becoming one of the Four Demon Kings.
Now, beneath the human-skin mask, the face of that dull youth was likely long gone, but he was undoubtedly a dog Wang Jiu had planted.
With such a trump card, the naturally cautious Wang Jiu would dare to come to Phoenix Mountain. Otherwise, what did the survival of Sichuan or the life and death of Lin Yong have to do with her?
Lin Yong, with just a lesser experimental potion, could hold his own against a great demon king for a long time. If Wang Jiu used it, she could definitely face one head-on and survive an attack from two of them combined.
No wonder she had been so calm and composed, even disdaining to put up a pretense.
But even a trump card like this shouldn't have been enough. If Liu Wuren was someone who liked to have an 80% chance of victory, then Wang Jiu was the type of fastidious person who wouldn't even risk 20%. So…
"A spirit vein?" Just as the extremely quick-witted Cai Wujun had this epiphany, the rebellious great demon king Yan Hui took out a mass of spirit vein.
The majestic energy of the spirit vein suppressed all other power attributes. Witch power, spirit power—they were all like weaklings before this purest form of worldly power.
This spirit vein must be from Jiuzhaigou or a similar region. The great prophet, the Black Witch Organization, the Undead Race, the traitors—in the end, she was the one who reaped the greatest benefits.
All the spirit veins, plus the Undead Race resources from Butterfly Valley—they were all hers.
If Cai Wujun had been able to see a certain someone bathing one night, he probably would have known that this wasn't the first time this great demon king and Wang Jiu had met.
Even though just a minute or two ago, this woman had claimed with a straight face that she had never seen a demon king.
And now it turned out one of them was her pet.
This woman, not a single true word ever came out of her mouth.
But, potion in her left hand, and to her right… the demon king controlling the spirit vein.
She already controlled everything.
The three great demon kings radiated a grim aura but didn't release it, clearly on guard and preparing to erupt. Because even with the resources and the spirit vein in Wang Jiu's hands, the power of three demon kings was still the strongest.
They had to strike before she drank the potion!
The three great demon kings didn't need to coordinate; they attacked abruptly. At the same time, Yan Hui and Cai Wujun also moved to intercept them, buying time for Wang Jiu to take the potion.
Wang Jiu had never panicked. Watching them fight, she calmly opened the potion vial and drank it.
Not a single drop was left.
It went down her throat, cool and smooth, traveling down her esophagus into her stomach. Then… the coolness turned to boiling.
The boiling became a searing burn.
Cai Wujun was a steady person. Even though the situation seemed to be in their hands, he feared a twist as long as it wasn't completely over.
How powerful was this potion? Would it cause Wang Jiu's strength to skyrocket?
Just as Cai Wujun thought this, he suddenly saw Wang Jiu's expression change. She clutched the mountain wall in pain as terrifying black patterns spread beneath her skin, and savage, bloodshot veins crawled across her eyes.
"What's happening!! Song Yin, did the others who used the potion react like this?"
Song Yin was also flustered. "I don't know, but it shouldn't be like this. It's a gene potion, meant to upgrade one's genes. And the one given to Wang Jiu should have been the optimal version. The few users I heard about didn't experience this kind of danger…"
Then why was Wang Jiu the only one reacting this way? It didn't look like a genetic upgrade, more like…
Wang Jiu raised a hand to her mouth. The blood she coughed up was bright red, but it was streaked with wisps of black energy.
It was the aura of witch blood.
She gasped for breath, as if in infinite pain, and suddenly looked at Guang Jing and the others. "This is…"
Cai Wujun suddenly saw something. "Watch out!" He threw out a metal chain, but he was a step too slow.
Just now, Wang Jiu seemed to have realized something. Her pupils contracted and she tried to dodge, but she was also a step too slow.
From behind her, a longsword formed from the elements of the mountain forest by sheer will pierced through her heart.
Bloody and dripping.
Cai Wujun and Song Yin's breath caught in their throats.
A person slowly stood up from behind her.
Originally, he should have been a corpse.
In the great Bashu Territory, the top-tier barrier was still holding. Numerous magic and arrow towers fired continuously, but the number of gathering Undead had already surpassed a million. The entire territory was like a zombie siege from a sci-fi movie, and everyone had become surrounded prey.
If the line of defense broke, the situation would be difficult to salvage.
Under such high-intensity attrition, with the enemy numbers growing and the outcome of the spirit vein defense on Phoenix Mountain still unknown, the psychological pressure on everyone was immense.
Ning Kungui asked Liu Wuren, and some even went to ask Shen Wan.
Shen Wan was greatly drained and her face was pale. She didn't answer directly. Liu Wuren, however, replied, "I believe everything is under control."
Huh, what a confident answer. Just as everyone's hearts were settling, they saw wails and howls from Phoenix Mountain. A malevolent aura surged, and the entire forest seemed to be completely dominated by a dark power.
Everyone: "???"
Liu Wuren: "…"
Wang Shu was an RNG God, but sometimes he was a magnet for negativity, a jinx who was never optimistic. The moment he saw the scene on Phoenix Mountain, he exploded. "Holy shit! This looks bad! Brother Xie, shouldn't we do something?!"
He might say that his master didn't need help from a weakling disciple like him, but when he was truly worried, even Wang Shu, who had always prioritized survival, wished he could ride his big butterfly to Phoenix Mountain and join the fray.
Lin Guiwan, continuously releasing Holy Light, had a distant look in her eyes. She had always been able to multitask and had already deduced some information from the words and actions of Liu Wuren and Shen Wan.
The situation on Phoenix Mountain was not right. They weren't confident.
Was it because of the instability brought by the Four Demon Kings? Unlikely. She was certain that with Wang Jiu's temperament, if she was willing to take the risk, she must have been prepared to deal with all four of them. If the situation was unstable, it meant there was an unexpected development beyond the Four Demon Kings.
Who was that unexpected development?
Lin Guiwan pressed her lips together. An image seemed to flash before her eyes: her taciturn, dull, and seemingly ordinary deskmate from the past, now in the midst of a deadly battle.
She had always kept something hidden in her heart, something she couldn't speak of to others. It was sensitive, and it was only her suspicion. If she voiced this suspicion, it could very well become a bias that would influence others' judgment.
But if she truly said nothing, she feared it would affect the outcome.
There was no evidence, only a gut feeling. She couldn't even try to verify it. If the other party truly was a problem, they were already in a position of great power. A rash investigation would provoke a reaction. Her own life and death didn't matter, but it could endanger her child and drag down her companions.
She was no longer a hot-blooded youth. As an adult, she had to assess the situation. No matter how difficult it was, she had to consider all aspects. So, she endured in silence.
But in the end, she would still make the appropriate and correct choice.
Therefore, she had just sent a private message to Xie Lu.
After hearing what she said, Xie Lu was silent for three seconds before replying: "Have you told her?"
From his understanding of Lin Guiwan, this Chief Purser had always possessed an extreme calmness for handling crises.
Lin Guiwan: "I told her yesterday after I saw Lin Yong. I felt that with her temperament, the possibility of being misled was low; at most, she would take it as a reference. Besides, she seemed to have known about my relationship with Lin Yong for a long time—at least, she knew before I did. Perhaps she investigated the Lin family back then. That would be in line with her style."
Xie Lu fell into thought. Lin Guiwan and Lin Yong had been deskmates in their early years. Lin Jun's covetousness toward Lin Guiwan was likely influenced by Lin Yong. Whether it was out of jealousy or a youthful infatuation with Lin Guiwan, given Lin Jun's paranoia and competitiveness, coupled with the extremism caused by his hidden ailment, it was plausible that he would exhibit extreme behavior toward her as an adult. This wasn't about blaming Lin Yong, but about connecting the influence he had.
Just now, Lin Guiwan had told him that when Lin Jun died, she could discern a certain malice in his eyes and tone. This malice was directed at her and Wang Jiu.
Because of that sentence—"Mediocrity is an original sin, and so is jealousy."
What jealousy? Who bore the original sin? Was he talking about himself?
No, it could also be Lin Yong.
Perhaps jealousy toward Wang Jiu, toward all geniuses, and toward her husband.
Was her husband's death really just an accident?
Lin Guiwan thought of the mocking, malicious, and hint-laden smile on Lin Jun's face before he died, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed.
But then she thought, if Wang Jiu had known the details all along, she should have taken precautions, right?
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