Su Muqing watched them disappear one by one into the mist. She was considering if she should also cross the suspension bridge when a sharp pain shot through her left arm, at the Rouyi pattern. The pain made her stop abruptly.
Just then, the seemingly stable suspension bridge emitted a loud "crack" and broke in the middle. As the bridge snapped, the sharp pain vanished as mysteriously as it had come, as if to prevent her from crossing.
Looking at the Rouyi mark, Su Muqing couldn't help but ask in her heart, "217, are you trying to make me cross this single-plank bridge?"
217 quickly replied, "Yes, host, please cross the single-plank bridge to complete the side quest."
Su Muqing pressed further, "What side quest? Is there any danger in crossing this bridge?"
217: "Ziziziz… Feng… Hun… Huan… Mei… Gui… You… Wei… Xian."
Hearing 217's intermittent reply, Su Muqing couldn't quite make out what it was saying. Feng what? Was there wind? She looked at the screen in her mind, only to find it filled with static.
Why had the signal suddenly become so poor? But didn't it say there was no danger in the end? Su Muqing didn't think much more about it.
Looking at the broken bridge before her, she was filled with regret! She had thought if all else failed, she could ask someone to come back with her, but now that was impossible.
That old man was truly wicked, deliberately separating them. Now he had even brought Lu Yuzhi and the others to the other side. Even if Su Muqing didn't want to cross, she couldn't abandon them all and leave alone.
Su Muqing approached the single-plank bridge, looking into the darkness below. She carefully placed both feet onto it, extending her arms for balance. She tentatively took two steps forward, and nothing happened.
With each step forward, the mist ahead dissipated a little. Just then, Su Muqing heard the sound of a strong wind whistling in her ears.
She looked up towards the source of the sound. In the abyss to her left, a huge black vortex had appeared. She was sure there was nothing there when she had glanced over just a moment ago.
The center of the vortex began to condense into gusts of wind. This must be what 217 was talking about, Feng what?
She knew this bridge was more than just narrow. As the swirling wind drew closer and closer to her, Su Muqing's first thought was to fight wind with wind.
She condensed a ball of wind and hurled it directly at the swirling mass. To her surprise, the wind mass was only slightly impeded before it sucked in the wind she had thrown at it!
Su Muqing felt like crying as she watched her rebellious abilities turn against her. If it was going to attack her, it shouldn't use her own energy against her! Wasn't that a bit too much?
The wind mass, which was only medium-sized before, was now growing larger. Then, as if it had eaten too much and couldn't move, it slowly approached her.
Su Muqing felt her facial features being blown around like they were dancing. Since her wind abilities were useless against it, her second reaction was to retreat.
However, as she tentatively extended her foot backward, she almost missed her step! What was going on? Su Muqing didn't have time to look back. The wind mass was getting closer and closer, and its speed was gradually increasing.
As it was about to reach her, Su Muqing took a step forward with her right leg and executed a perfect split. She didn't realize at the time that her left calf was already suspended in mid-air.
Then, she leaned her entire body sideways, pressing against her right leg, narrowly dodging the attack. The swirling wind passed over her head, neatly shearing off a strand of her flying hair.
Su Muqing straightened up, looking at the fallen hair on the wooden bridge, and couldn't help but swallow. It was so sharp! Was this for real? If she had fallen in, wouldn't she have been minced to pieces?
Didn't that old man say he just wanted to confirm if she was a certain person? Was this her crossing a single-plank bridge or facing the King of Hell? It felt like the old man was sending her to her death!
What surprised Su Muqing even more was why 217 hadn't warned her. "217! Didn't you say there was no danger? I'm almost being sliced like noodles! Why aren't you warning me!"
Before 217 could answer, the wind mass that had just rushed forward made a sharp turn and charged at her again.
Su Muqing quickly released her hands and leaned back rapidly, pressing her back as much as possible against her left leg.
As the wind mass passed by her chest, she clearly heard a tearing sound. Su Muqing stood up, grabbed the wooden planks with both hands, and quickly retracted her legs. Now she was facing the direction she had come from, sitting sideways on the wooden bridge.
She looked down at the torn section of her clothes on her chest, completely bewildered. She didn't know what to say.
What could she say? She could only lament how lucky she was! Fortunately, this body hadn't developed! Otherwise, it would have been disastrous...
After her brief moment of exclamation, she looked at the scene before her and her eyes nearly bulged out!
The single-plank bridge she had just crossed had disappeared. She herself was precariously perched at the very front of the wooden bridge.
What was going on with this bridge? Why did it disappear with every step she took?
Su Muqing thought about retreating into her space to hide, but she tragically discovered that she couldn't access it. The screen in her mind showed "Under Maintenance"!
What was this? Why was it under maintenance now, of all times? Was fate truly against her?
Seeing the wind mass approaching again, Su Muqing had no other choice. She extended her hands over her head, intending to lean her entire back against the wooden bridge to avoid the encroaching wind mass.
Su Muqing had intended to sit up and then slowly move backward, but as she lifted her head slightly, she suddenly remembered that her back had already touched the wooden bridge. Would this section of the bridge disappear if she moved her upper body away?
She tried to lean her head back onto the wooden bridge again and was instantly covered in a cold sweat. This was because her head no longer felt anything solid; she immediately began to fall. The part she had just touched was now completely empty.
Seeing the wind mass approach again, Su Muqing tightly gripped the wooden bridge above her head. Without moving her body away from the bridge, she shifted forward a bit, then placed her head on the bridge, lifted her legs with all her might, and performed a backflip.
When she landed sideways on the wooden bridge again, she lost her balance and her body tilted violently. Fortunately, she reacted quickly, raising her legs to a part of the bridge she hadn't touched yet, and then hung upside down from the bridge.
At this moment, Su Muqing's hands and feet were working diligently, but in her heart, she cursed 217 and the old man Tianji thousands of times.
There were always so many attractive vixen-like creatures trying to kill her!