Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 1236: Luring the Enemy into the Trap

The woman looked at Jiangli, smiling eerily and twisted.

"Come on, kill me—"

Jiangli frowned, not yet speaking, when the face in front of him changed into Fu Shiyan’s face again.

"Why, why—"

He looked at Jiangli with a pained expression, his face turning a shade of purple.

"Lili, why..."

His throat seemed filled with blood, and his hoarse voice was full of pain and confusion.

He even reached out, trying to grasp Jiangli’s hand.

But Jiangli suddenly tightened his grip on the dagger and, in the next moment, withdrew it with shock.

At the same time.

In different positions on various floors, Xun Tianhai and the others were guarding the formation and candles without moving an inch.

They stared intently at the candles, not daring to let their minds wander for even a moment, their eyes wide open, afraid to miss any crucial information.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no sign of the malevolent spirit.

Xun Tianhai and the others grew even more nervous.

Just as they were unsure whether the malevolent spirit would appear, the flame on the candle suddenly flickered.

Everyone’s expressions tightened immediately, focusing all their attention, and immediately picked up the Vermilion to add the final stroke to the formation on the wall.

Inside the company on the 17th floor.

Jiangli held the dagger, and in front of her was the agonized Fu Shiyan.

Blood was gushing from his abdomen, splattering onto Jiangli, with the air seemingly filled only with the thick scent of blood.

"Jiangli..." He looked at Jiangli, gritting his teeth, trying to speak.

But as he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then, he opened his mouth as if silently mouthing that he was Fu Shiyan.

At this moment, the woman’s face appeared before Jiangli once again.

Jiangli’s pupils contracted slightly, and she suddenly withdrew the dagger, stabbing it back into the woman’s heart in the next instant.

But just as she stabbed down, the person before her reverted to Fu Shiyan’s appearance.

Jiangli looked at him but laughed, "Haven’t had enough fun? Do you think you can fool anyone?"

In the next second, a talisman appeared in her hand, and with a snap, she slapped it onto ’Fu Shiyan’s’ face.

As the talisman paper stuck on, the woman’s face appeared once more.

That bloodied and flesh-torn face showed a pained expression, her body slightly bent as she pushed Jiangli away, retreating a few steps and glaring downward.

The wounds that should have appeared on Fu Shiyan were now all on her body.

She couldn’t fathom what went wrong, and snapping her head up, she looked at Jiangli.

"You, how come you weren’t trapped in the illusion..."

Jiangli scoffed, "Such a low-level illusion, I stopped playing with long ago, and you still treated it like a treasure?"

The woman’s facial skin twitched, the blood on her face continually dripping onto the floor.

Seeing this, Jiangli frowned with disgust.

The woman felt a burning pain on her body, so real it was hard to believe.

How long had it been since she’d felt something this real?

She had always been confident in her illusions, but she hadn’t expected Jiangli to see through them.

The wounds that should have been on Fu Shiyan instead appeared on her.

Which proved...

Jiangli not only had seen through her illusion early on but had also turned the tables, transferring the injuries to her?

"Hard to believe?"

Noting the change in the woman’s expression, Jiangli kindly explained, "Ever heard of entrapment? From the start, I set the stage, waiting for you. Since it was a trap, do you think I wouldn’t prepare?"

The woman quivered in pain, hearing Jiangli’s words, like suddenly realizing she was no match for Jiangli, feeling tricked. Clenching her teeth, she turned around to flee.