Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 1105 -

The Little Paperman flew back to Yun Ran’s side, enthusiastically mimicking the stubborn words those people had said before leaving.

"Master, you didn’t see it; the way those people got so defensive, it was hilarious!"

Yun Ran turned her gaze towards Lotus City. Even without seeing it firsthand, she could guess the kind of faces some people would have.

However, as long as she ignored those people, in the end, they would have to leave dejectedly.

This was why Yun Ran didn’t have the Little Paperman drive those people away earlier.

"Master, when do you think the people inside Lotus City will finally manage to rescue themselves?"

If it were another question, Yun Ran might have had an answer, but for this question, she truly did not know.

She really couldn’t interfere at the moment, fearing that her involvement might trigger unforeseen changes.

"It all depends on how strong the desire to survive is among the Dark Masters inside."

The Little Paperman pondered for a moment. Surely, no one wanted to die, right?

"But Master, are we just going to wait here? Who knows how long we need to wait.

Also, the nearby residents should soon notice the situation here, shouldn’t they?"

"Yes, let them notice. If they don’t, how can the situation here be spread outside?"

Even though Yun Ran couldn’t interfere directly, it didn’t mean Lotus City couldn’t seek outside help.

She just couldn’t take part in the process.

With others participating, the chances would naturally increase.

Meanwhile,

Daoist Changshan had already identified the street corners where discrepancies existed.

Lou Xu followed closely behind him, not daring to speak, afraid of saying something wrong.

The whole day had passed, but the sky still hadn’t brightened.

Inside Lotus City, everyone was in a state of panic.

Many people rushed out of their homes, searching everywhere for news.

Among them, several merchants, seeing the situation, immediately closed their shop doors.

Fearful that someone might take advantage of the chaos to loot, or even take lives.

On the other hand, those who were already of weakened financial standing ignored everything and rushed out into the streets, starting to create trouble.

Daoist Changshan blended into these crowds, observing the situation without drawing attention.

Lou Xu looked at the people who, due to the current situation, revealed their true natures, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Sounds of a grumbling stomach echoed as Lou Xu realized he hadn’t eaten in a long time.

Alas, it was all because of the dim, indistinct sky that confused the sense of time, making him miss meal times.

Daoist Changshan, unaffected, easily maneuvered through the restless crowd, intending to return to the medical center.

Lou Xu quickly followed, cautiously trying to curry favor, "Senior, where are we heading next?"

Daoist Changshan glanced at Lou Xu, finally saying, "Go back to where you came from; following me won’t do you any good."

Someone like him was hard to trust others.

Not to mention, Daoist Changshan was not a particularly warm person to begin with.

In this regard, he was somewhat similar to Yun Ran.

Lou Xu was reluctant to miss this rare opportunity to latch onto a powerful supporter.

"Senior, given how chaotic the situation is now, how can you manage alone without an assistant?

Although I’m not that talented, I’m familiar with doing odd jobs, and I know many people who can surely assist you!"

Looking at the young man clinging like a persistent adhesive, desperate to stick by his side.

Daoist Changshan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

He indeed needed someone to help liaise with other Dark Masters, yet he did not want to be manipulated by them.

At this time, having someone to convey messages was certainly beneficial.

"Alright, you can follow me, but I despise chatterboxes!"

Lou Xu immediately made a gesture of zipping his lips.

He understood; the companions of esteemed individuals were always quiet but reliable in their tasks.

The two of them, one after the other, soon left the last intersection.

However, a brief moment after Daoist Changshan left.

An older man appeared, looking plain and simple, but gazed malevolently at the talisman paper posted at the street corner.

He turned to a middle-aged man beside him and asked, "Have you not found a way to break these talisman papers?"

Being stared at with such eyes made the middle-aged man’s heart skip a beat, fearing he was about to face misfortune.

Yet, gritting his teeth, he replied, "Venerable One, our people have tried everything. We can’t even touch these talisman papers, as if they’re engraved permanently on the walls..."

"I don’t want to hear these excuses. If you’re so useless, you have no reason to live!"

All the hairs on the middle-aged man’s body stood on end, a chill coursing through his entire being.

He immediately knelt down, and even amidst the noisy environment, the sound was crisp and clear.

That demonstrated how much force he used as he knelt.

"Vene... Venerable One, spare me..."

The older man paid no attention to the middle-aged man, turning away and entering an alley.

They had spent great effort nurturing the resentful energy here, now was the time to reap the rewards.

Releasing all that resentful energy could devour the useless lives, a crucial step in nurturing the Demon Spirit.

But now, just as it was about to succeed, why had unforeseen circumstances occurred?

The talisman papers posted at all the entrances of Lotus City turned out to be stronger than the power that once suppressed the resentful spirits.

Under normal circumstances, such power should subdue all the resentful spirits.

Allowing Lotus City to remain peaceful for a few more decades.

But now, the dim sky and the current situation inside Lotus City seemed to be precursors to the resentful spirits’ transformation into a Demon Spirit.

The old man couldn’t make sense of the current situation.

But regardless of what was happening or who was meddling, making him give up was absolutely impossible.

Earlier, they were able to loosen the seal here by sacrificing other lives.

Now, they could still use the same method to break the talisman papers at the intersections.

The old man’s figure gradually faded away.

With a "splat," the sound of liquid splashing occurred.

Screams soon came from the intersection.

"Ahhhh... Someone’s dead..."

The previously chaotic street corner turned even more disorderly.

As the smell of blood spread, it signified that the order of Lotus City was beginning to collapse.