"She's here,"
Zhang Tian’s lips curved into a smile as he heard footsteps approaching the courtyard.
The last time he left Xie Yuchen with a memorable experience, this time it was Shirley Yang’s turn.
At that moment, a grappling hook was thrown from outside the courtyard, catching onto a willow tree within.
Seeing this, Zhang Tian was instantly dumbfounded. How dared Shirley Yang bypass the main entrance and take a shortcut?
Wasn't this walking right into a trap?
Meanwhile, in the judgment room, everyone was stunned when they saw this.
After a long silence.
The next moment, uproarious laughter filled the room.
[Haha, she even dares to use a hook to grab the bronze bells.]
[Back then, even Zhang Tian and the others didn't dare to touch those bells. Good heavens, Shirley Yang actually plans to take them head-on.]
[The Valkyrie belongs to us, I love her so much.]
[She's probably afraid there's danger at Zhang Tian's door, so she's trying another route. Alas, what a pity, such a beautiful woman is about to be scared to death.]
[Xie Yuchen: Brothers, I'm familiar with this!]
The scene was filled with a cacophony of noise. Meanwhile, in a luxurious castle far across the ocean.
Faint light emanated from the chandelier in the ornate castle.
Beneath the chandelier, a handcrafted silk sofa was visible. On the sofa, a quiet woman was watching the television in front of her.
When she saw the broadcast video, a hint of emotion flickered across the woman's noble face.
A touch of embarrassment.
"Damn it, he remembers such things so clearly? Did he eat mothballs?"
The beautiful woman muttered, her once noble face now tinged with a hint of anger.
It completely clashed with her previous demeanor.
Thinking of the awkward moment that was about to unfold, the beautiful woman slowly closed her eyes.
If she had known back then that Zhang Tian's place couldn't be overcome with physical force, how could she have acted like a clown and deployed a smoke bomb?
Falling into her own trap.
At this moment, in the picture, a figure slowly emerged from beneath the grappling hook.
Shirley Yang poked her head out, her large eyes scanning her surroundings. Following the moonlight, she found that the courtyard was almost exactly the same as when she had arrived today.
"Are they just trying to scare me?"
This thought flashed through Shirley Yang’s mind, but she quickly became serious again.
Years of training had taught her that things were never that simple.
Shirley Yang swiftly climbed onto the willow tree along the rope.
Her movements were gentle and quick, something an ordinary person could not achieve.
Zhang Tian and the others watched all of this.
As Shirley Yang stepped onto the willow tree, her movements caused the branches to sway.
Immediately, a series of crisp bell sounds rang out.
Simultaneously, a gentle breeze began to blow, all of it natural.
This formation had been improved by Zhang Tian, making it more potent and more hallucinatory, capable of inducing delusion without one even realizing it.
Feeling the breeze around her, Shirley Yang gently climbed down from the willow tree.
She believed her movements were slow enough to be safe.
Upon reaching the ground, Shirley Yang looked towards the source of the sound, where she saw bronze-like bells.
Shirley Yang picked up a bell. It was very old and small, even smaller than her palm.
"Such strange bells,"
Shirley Yang murmured. She then looked around and felt as if a pair of eyes were watching her from Zhang Tian's room.
Shirley Yang's lips curved upwards. The next moment, she threw a smoke bomb.
Smoke began to spread, and she hurriedly ran towards Hu Bayi's door.
For some reason, the entire process was exceptionally smooth.
When Shirley Yang opened Hu Bayi's door, she was stunned to find that it wasn't Hu Bayi's house at all. The interior decoration and even the scene had changed.
It was decorated in an American style!
A large manor!
"Is this? My home?"
Seeing these scenes, Shirley Yang was bewildered. She clutched a tear gas canister, trying to calm herself.
"Miss Yang is back. The butler has prepared dinner for you; it's your favorite spaghetti."
A nanny said, bowing. Her voice was even the same as the one in Shirley Yang's mind.
"Oh, and Miss, the master returned today. Today is a reunion day for you all."
The nanny said. Shirley Yang's heart skipped a beat. Father?
Her calm composure wavered.
For a moment, she didn't know if this was real or an illusion.
Then, a stunned Shirley Yang was led by the nanny into a room, where a familiar figure appeared.
He was smiling, and it was Shirley Yang's father.
Meanwhile, outside Shirley Yang's illusion.
Shirley Yang was lying on a willow branch, a silly smile on her face.
One of the smoke bombs from her waist had been deployed.
She looked dazed.
[Pfft, how ruthless! They've completely messed with this living goddess.]
[I'm dying of laughter, this is definitely Miss Yang's greatest humiliation!]
[Haha, by the way, can we see the illusion? I want to see Miss Yang's illusion.]
[In her illusion, she must have already cleared the level.]
Countless people in the audience were excited.
Zhang Tian, with a smile, recalled how Shirley Yang had almost made him die laughing – throwing a smoke bomb, then a tear gas, and finally tear-gassing herself.
The scene continued.
Unfortunately, the audience couldn't see what was happening within the illusion.
Inside the illusion.
Shirley Yang looked at her familiar father, repeatedly questioning why he had been so heartless as to abandon her to search for the Jingjue ancient city.
But her father's explanation was exactly the same as what she remembered.
Unable to bear it any longer, Shirley Yang violently flipped the table.
The next moment, Shirley Yang felt her head spin. When she opened her eyes again, she was stunned.
She wasn't at her home at all. Instead, she was still lying on a willow branch.
Looking down at the ground, the mist from the smoke bomb had already dissipated.
"This... was all a dream?"
Shirley Yang's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.
But it had felt so real.
Looking up at the moonlight, she fumbled in her pocket. The bell she had just picked had turned into a willow leaf.
"They must be playing tricks!"
Shirley Yang's heart tightened. She quickly put on her gas mask and threw a tear gas canister towards Zhang Tian's room.
The next moment, green gas filled the air.
Shirley Yang leaped down from the branch for the second time.
But as soon as she landed, she began to cough uncontrollably, choking on the tear gas.
But she was wearing a gas mask.
Her eyes began to sting.
Shirley Yang gently rubbed her eyes.
When she opened them again, Shirley Yang found herself standing in a mist of tear gas.
At the end of the mist, there seemed to be nothing, yet everything.
A sense of dread washed over her, and she unconsciously walked forward.
After an unknown amount of time, a massive tomb appeared before Shirley Yang.
Deep within the tomb, in a place covered with spider lilies, lay a coffin.
The coffin was covered in spider lilies.
The purple flowers seemed to possess a magical allure.
Shirley Yang's footsteps led her towards the path of spider lilies.
As if drawn by something.