70. Bean People
“Grandfather?”
Leng Yuli asked, puzzled, “Why do you want to see my grandfather?”
Gong Yiling smiled mysteriously. “Naturally… to discuss making you my disciple.”
Hearing this, Leng Yuli froze.
This person had been mentioning this for a while now. That was one thing.
But most importantly, Leng Yuli felt that their relationship was already quite similar to that of a master and disciple.
However, being a bit of a tsundere…
The more she thought this way, the more she didn’t want to do it.
Especially with this woman.
She didn’t know why.
“I’m not telling my grandfather.” Leng Yuli immediately turned her head and glared at her. “Who wants to be your disciple?”
“What’s wrong with being my disciple?”
Gong Yiling, saying this, almost burst out laughing.
This was quite amusing.
Although this girl didn’t admit it, she must have thought about it.
And more importantly, it didn’t matter what she thought. This unscrupulous system had already made up its mind.
What it said was what it was, at most it wouldn’t affect the thoughts and actions of the real people.
“It’s a loss!”
“How is it a loss? Tell me.”
“You’re taking advantage of me!”
“How am I taking advantage of you? Tell me.”
“You…”
Just as they were having this childish and meaningless conversation, the talisman at Gong Yiling’s waist suddenly glowed brightly.
Yue Huasheng couldn’t completely decide when those assassins should act, so the two had made a pact beforehand.
As soon as Yue Huasheng acted, he would contact Gong Yiling through the talisman.
And this prompt talisman was the one at her waist.
“They’re here.” Gong Yiling immediately put aside her playful mood. “Get ready. We’re going to teach them a lesson.”
“Mmm!”
This place had basically been cleaned by them. The next thing to do was to make it seem like there were many people here, not just an empty shell.
Of course, Miss Gong had already thought of a way.
And that way was naturally—
She casually drew a few talismans with her anti-mother weapon. After she finished, a group of people immediately appeared.
These people had human appearances and spoke human language. If there was anything different about them, it was that they looked a bit dazed, their eyes vacant, as if filled with wisdom.
“What kind of talisman is this?” Leng Yuli, although she had seen her use it before, was still curious. Gong Yiling had kept it a secret before, but today, she should be able to tell her.
“Bean-Sprouting Soldier Talisman.” Gong Yiling smiled. “Since those guys are just looking to mow down some cannon fodder, I’ll give them some bean sprouts to chew on. Let’s see if they can stomach it.”
“But…”
Leng Yuli pointed at their expressions and couldn’t help but laugh. “This looks too stupid. Are they really going to fall for it?”
“We’ll just have them close their eyes.”
Gong Yiling wasn’t worried about this.
Because in the story she had fabricated, she had praised these people’s “Mind’s Eye” to the heavens.
Even if they closed their eyes, Yue Huasheng’s men would just think these people had mastered the “Mind’s Eye” to the extreme, to the point where they didn’t even need their eyes.
With this method, Gong Yiling created nearly a hundred people.
These bean people would last for about a day, which was enough to deal with these troublemakers.
And ten minutes later, a chilling aura enveloped the area.
Hiding in the inner hall, Gong Yiling and Leng Yuli waited in a corner, waiting for their arrival.
Soon, they arrived.
The group of people, standing around casually, were immediately cut down by several invisible blades.
Then, several black-clad men appeared where the bean people had been, nodding at each other.
Of course…
These bean people were very dedicated to their roles. Although they were made of beans, they acted like humans until they expired, even bleeding profusely.
However, this was actually because these beans contained a special poison. Once cut open, the poison would instantly envelop the entire room, making it impossible for the killers to escape its illusionary effects.
The slaughter was swift, each strike a fatal blow, decapitating the opponent without giving them a moment to react.
Soon, Miss Gong’s bean people were almost all dead.
And as they killed, the killers also realized something was wrong.
“Do you feel something is wrong?” A black-clad swordsman couldn’t help but ask. “These people are…”
“These people are too weak, right?”
“Yeah.”
This single sentence caused a ripple effect. They had come expecting a fierce battle, but… this wasn’t a fierce battle, but a one-sided massacre.
“Are these people really… cultivators?”
Cultivators my ass! Even when you slaughter pigs, you know the bones are hard. Killing these Wu family members was like cutting vegetables, even easier than slaughtering pigs.
“I don’t know.” These black-clad swordsmen couldn’t help but look at the man who had been standing at the entrance.
This was the State Preceptor. He was a master strategist. If there was something wrong, he should have been able to see it, right?
However, as they were thinking this, something changed.
These bean people, who were already decapitated on the ground, suddenly started to twitch violently.
And not just that, the blood on the ground quickly turned into a blood mist, condensing into a giant blood-red shadow in mid-air.
“This is…!?”
The others present, seeing this blood-red shadow, said in disbelief, “What kind of spiritual art is this!?”
And in a room not far away, Miss Gong was holding a special talisman, now pointing at the strange blood-red demon.
The activation condition for this spiritual art was extremely troublesome, but if it succeeded, this fake illusion could probably last for a while.
Mainly because the speed at which these bean people were dying was a bit beyond Miss Gong’s expectations, so… she needed to use some tricks to stall until her father arrived, right?
