The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 303: The Array Showed No Response

The live-stream audience was clamoring for the cameraman to quickly follow, telling him to forget whether it was real or fake, just go!

In a moment of hesitation, the cameraman moved forward, but as soon as Scarlett Jennings was out of the camera’s range, she swiftly pulled out a Clear Breeze Charm.

With the gentle arrival of a breeze, stepping as if upon the wind, Scarlett Jennings’s figure vanished at the end of the long street in the blink of an eye.

Scarlett Jennings directly went to a nearby deserted courtyard, without hesitation, she began to construct a Talisman Array.

Sophie Harper followed closely, and just as she was about to speak, she sensed the gathering Shadow Energy continuously converging towards them.

"Ghosts! There are ghosts!"

Sophie Harper exclaimed next to Scarlett Jennings, her voice filled with panic yet seemingly tinged with unnamed excitement.

Scarlett Jennings couldn’t help but glance at Sophie Harper.

After all, having been a Baby Ghost for a hundred years, she didn’t believe that Sophie had never seen a ghost before.

Feeling the Shadow Energy gathering around them, ghostly figures began to reveal themselves one after another.

It was broad daylight, yet they were unafraid of the luminance.

Certainly, these were not your average newly-formed ghosts.

Scarlett Jennings had no choice but to abandon the half-constructed Talisman Array and prepared to fight, holding a Yellow Talisman in hand.

First, deal with these forcefully summoned Shadow Souls, then capture the person behind this.

However, as she was about to move, she saw Sophie Harper drift up to her; Sophie’s slender but tall figure turned its back to Scarlett and landed gently.

"Master Jennings, you continue setting up the Array, leave these minor ghosts to me."

Scarlett Jennings raised an eyebrow, only to see Sophie Harper turning her head to give her a sly smile,

"I’ll fight the ghosts for you, and in return, you take me as your Ghost Servant. Deal?"

Scarlett Jennings was about to say she didn’t agree, but Sophie Harper didn’t wait to listen; in an instant, her figure darted like an arrow towards the converging ghost figures.

Scarlett Jennings’ outstretched hand failed to stop the Ghost.

All that was seen was Sophie Harper plunging into the midst of the ghosts, slapping them with her hand as soon as she encountered one.

The slapping sounds echoed continuously within the throng of ghosts.

With Ghost Energy characteristic of a Big Ghost concentrated in her palm, the heads of ghosts hit by her slaps were knocked askew, and their ghostly energies were greatly dispersed.

Soon, the ghost crowd was filled with wails and howls of misfortune.

When Evander Simpson arrived with his sword in hand, what he saw was precisely this chaotic scene of ghosts being thrashed.

His heart skipped a beat, not understanding how all these ghosts had suddenly gathered here.

Even during the recent Ghost Festival, when the Ghost Gate was wide open, they had not seen such a spectacle at their observatory.

Seeing Scarlett Jennings in the midst, Evander Simpson didn’t think twice; he attached a talisman to the drama crew’s sword and dripped his fingertip yang blood onto it.

He slashed through several ghosts and quickly rushed to Scarlett Jennings’ side.

"Scarlett Jennings! What’s going on here?!"

"Someone used a Ghost Killing Array against me."

They locked onto her using her Fate Chart and gathered high-level ghosts from the surrounding area to besiege her.

But their purpose was certainly not to take her life with these ghosts.

Rather, it was simply to weaken her Spiritual Power.

Upon hearing about the Ghost Killing Array, Evander Simpson was visibly shocked, but he quickly regained his composure. Glancing at the half-laid Array behind her, as if understanding something, he hurriedly said,

"Leave this place to me and the Big Ghost, continue setting up your Array!"

"No need."

But Scarlett Jennings had no intention of leaving the current situation in their hands. She conjured a Purple Talisman from her hand, intending for a quick and decisive battle.

The gathering of so many Underworld Specters was certainly no good for the people in the movie city.

As Evander Simpson cut through the attacking ghosts, he glanced over at Scarlett Jennings, and upon seeing the purple Soul-binding Talisman in her hand, envy and jealousy almost spilled out from his eyes.

High-level Purple Talisman!!!

And a Soul-binding Talisman at that!

Are all genius Talisman Masters this incredible?

How old is she?!

Scarlett Jennings paid no attention to the shock in Evander Simpson’s eyes.

The Soul-binding Talisman shot out towards the ghost horde, while her hands rapidly formed seals.

"Red light vast and distant, the Nine Provinces’ societal edicts, soul-binding, capturing the spirit, reining in the shadowy apparitions."

Along with the clear, piercing chant, the purple light of the Soul-binding Talisman flashed, and in the void, a massive talisman imprint materialized, pressing straight down upon the heads of the ghosts.

Sophie Harper found herself held down by the hands and feet by a few old ghosts, unable to move, when suddenly a talisman imprint descended above her head, pinning her and a host of shadowy figures so they could not budge.

Sophie Harper was pressured so suddenly that she almost spat out a breath of ghost energy.

"Master Jennings... why can’t you distinguish between friend and foe..."

Scarlett Jennings simply said, "This way is more efficient."

These ghosts were merely summoned by force and had their consciousness obscured, they were not truly malevolent spirits from all directions, so Scarlett Jennings didn’t plan to use the Thunder Talisman directly.

After suppressing the ghosts here, she then turned around calmly to continue setting up her array.

Meanwhile, in a suburb of Sea City, an old man’s magic artifact that was placed within the Ghost Killing Array shattered the moment the talisman pressed down.

The old man’s eyes reddened with pain at the sight.

This was a magic artifact he had obtained with great difficulty, and it was just like that, destroyed!

"Scarlett Jennings... you’ve truly learned some genuine skills, but the real show is yet to come."

His gaze then turned towards the array on the other side of the room, where Isolde Garrison lay bound hand and foot, horror etched across her face.

Both her wrists were cut, with blood flowing out onto the floor, seemingly seeping bit by bit into the runes of the array.

The old man’s wrinkled face revealed a sinister smile.

"Using your fresh blood as a guide, after forcefully binding your Fate Charts, if you’re hurt, she’s hurt; if you die, she dies.

Once I absorb her spiritual power, and after sacrificing the two of you, I could extend my life by at least fifty years."

Listening to the old man’s words, Isolde Garrison shook her head in horror, but her mouth, gagged, could not utter a sound.

She didn’t understand how things turned out this way.

This was not what he had told her before!

He said just a little blood was needed to deal with Scarlett Jennings.

That’s why she obediently followed him to this place!

He never said she was going to die!

No, she didn’t want to die!

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The old man paid no attention to Isolde Garrison’s terror and resistance.

Originally, according to his plan, after Isolde Garrison successfully took Scarlett Jennings’s Fate Chart, he would only need to sacrifice Isolde Garrison alone to transfer the fortune of both the Garrison and Jennings families, along with Scarlett Jennings’s special Fate Chart, to his son.

To him, Isolde Garrison was merely a vessel for transferring Scarlett Jennings’s special Fate Chart.

But at the critical moment, the magic to exchange Fate Charts failed, and his son bore the brunt of the Backlash and died on the spot.

Having lost his son, he naturally wouldn’t let these two get away.

Especially Scarlett Jennings.

If her exceptional Fate Chart couldn’t be of use to him, then he would directly use it to prolong his life.

With this thought, a vicious gleam appeared in the depths of the old man’s eyes as he waited for the array to take effect, ready to drag Scarlett Jennings into the abyss.

He just watched as Isolde Garrison’s blood was slowly absorbed by the array, eagerly awaiting the array to become activated.

One minute passed,

Ten minutes passed,

Fifteen minutes passed...

"What’s going on?!"

The old man’s face underwent a dramatic change, his dark visage filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Why is there no response from the array???