Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 897: Meeting Yu Yuan... No, Wait a Moment

Chapter 897: Meeting Yu Yuan... No, Wait a Moment

There was no sound, no sign, but a large red shadow emerged from the corner of Bohemia's peripheral vision like smoke.

She really wanted to turn her head and take a look, but her whole body felt frozen, like a lifeless and motionless stone. The red shadow gradually approached from the corner of her eye, moving silently and gently. Only the fiery red color, as vibrant as flames, and the faint scent of drifting snow permeated the silent space.

"So... who sent you here?" the voice spoke when it was already very close to Bohemia. The woman seemed to have no intention of attacking her, so she wasn't immobilized within the light strip. She gently lifted a strand of Bohemia's curled hair that had fallen down and laughed softly by her ear, "What a pity, such a beauty."

The range of "cannot move" also included not being able to speak. It seemed that the woman in the red dress didn't really expect her to answer. Besides, rather than answering the woman's question, Bohemia wanted to retort and say, "More beautiful than you."

That special, snow-like aura drifted away from her side again, but the red shadow remained. She seemed to straighten her body.

"If you want to take someone from me, you should at least bring more people," she sighed softly. "...You and the two people in the bag behind you have made a big mistake today."

Bohemia listened motionlessly. Because she couldn't blink, her eyes gradually began to feel itchy, as if tears were about to well up — it was uncomfortable, but if this annoying woman thought she couldn't bear it and started crying, it would be too embarrassing!

"You want Yu Yuan, hoping to find another person by following the trail, right?" the woman sighed softly, but the next half of the sentence seemed like a self-muttering, "I don't want her to die, but I can't bear to see her alive. Such is life..."

Her voice faded away like a gentle breeze, and the second floor fell into silence once again.

In her mind, Bohemia had cursed the woman in the red dress and Lin Sanjiu, that bastard, back and forth hundreds of times — as a child who grew up in the streets, she was skilled in vulgar and metaphorical cursing, never repeating the same insults. However, cursing was ultimately useless. Instead, when her breath trembled, a tear slowly rolled down her cheek in the silent scream of "No, don't!"

"Oh dear,"

The voice seemed a little surprised. She came closer, the mist-like aura enveloping Bohemia, and then a shadow lowered down, gently wiping her face clean with a touch of the hand. "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle."

Gentle? What did she mean by that? Was she going to kill her?

Who could have expected that running an errand would cost her a life?

If Bohemia could speak now, she would definitely reveal Lin Sanjiu's name regardless of whether she lived or died. Then, taking advantage of the red-dressed woman's distraction, she would give her a poem — the most powerful, deadly poem.

"Here, I have something I keep. I really like its effect," the woman slowly said with a smile. "It can immerse your senses and thoughts in a dazzling and hallucinatory experience..."

Oh no, she's a pervert.

Although Bohemia couldn't move, she still had one killer move that she hadn't used yet, and that was her consciousness. She restrained herself from acting because she wasn't sure if she could reverse the situation with a single strike. However, if the woman in the red dress was preparing to summon more "pets," then Bohemia had to act quickly.

Before Bohemia could make up her mind, the woman beside her, who had never revealed her appearance, suddenly paused and exclaimed, "Huh?"

Now is the time!

Without waiting for Bohemia to figure out what distracted her, her consciousness surged forward like a wave. She wouldn't use her consciousness as a fist like Lin Sanjiu did. Amidst the roaring sound of the rushing wind, a faint black seam appeared, struggling, flickering, and twisting, growing larger and revealing a pitch-black void behind the seam. The air rushed into the seam rapidly, blowing their long hair and causing the ornaments on the second floor to rattle, as if everything was being stuffed into that crack.

Bohemia never knew where the thin crack led to, but the opponents who were sent in, or perhaps parts of their bodies, never returned.

Caught off guard, the woman in the red dress was startled and disappeared from Bohemia's side in an instant, her presence nowhere to be found. Just as Bohemia was about to inject more consciousness to widen the crack, a small, very familiar white figure was enveloped by the wind and headed straight for the black seam.

As the figure passed by Bohemia, Lin Sanjiu's voice suddenly sounded from within the white figure, "Why are you struggling so hard?"

Bohemia was taken aback and quickly cut off her consciousness. The crack closed abruptly and disappeared, and the air that had rushed into the crack stagnated, as if the rope that had lost its traction suddenly became soft and dispersed again.

The paper crane fell to the ground with a "thud" and flapped its wings a few times but failed to take flight.

"I just told you to go ask Bliss, what's so difficult about that? Do you need help?" Lin Sanjiu's voice continued.

After her voice fell silent, the second floor gradually returned to calm. After half a second, a large red shadow walked gently, picked up the paper crane, and said, "So, you're her friend."

The red shadow turned around, smiled slightly at Bohemia—with red lips even more vibrant than her dress, making the paper crane appear even whiter—her jet-black hair and eyelashes reflecting in her sky-blue eyes like remnants of falling winds. "No wonder you didn't say anything and came to get someone."

Bohemia stared at her blankly for a few seconds, as if she was about to burn a strand of silk, before suddenly snapping back to her senses.

When she regained her senses, she could move again. She momentarily forgot how she had planned to retaliate against the other party and looked at that face with both eyes, speaking a bit stammeringly and blushing, "Well, of course, give me the person quickly!"

"Sure." Bliss agreed promptly this time.

The contrast was too stark, and Bohemia regretted it immediately—she shouldn't have been concerned about Lin Sanjiu. If she hadn't been concerned, she wouldn't have wasted a pill for nothing...

"He can't move right now," Bliss took the lead and headed towards the stairs, motioning for Bohemia to follow, "Let's go up together and see how we can get him out of here."

"I already have a cloth bag to hold a person."

As Bohemia said this, she suddenly remembered the Chicky brothers and hurriedly dragged the bag up. The twins inside naturally started chattering, "Is everything okay?" "Are we not fighting anymore?" They murmured.

"They're all the same, so I'll just pack him up like this." She patted the cloth bag. The blazing anger from earlier seemed to have disappeared beneath those blue eyes.

Bliss could only stand on the stairs, looking at her with blue eyes, then at the cloth bag, seemingly unsure of what to say in response. After a few seconds, Bliss finally forced a smile and said, "... Let's go up and see first. He's seriously injured."

Whether the injuries were serious or not, they would be taken away together anyway. Bohemia scoffed; she didn't want to carry someone like a mule.

She still had some guard up and only followed behind Bliss at a distance of several meters, not willing to get close—she no longer cursed the other party in her mind as a "red village girl." The twin brothers in the bag, for some unknown reason, suddenly became very cooperative. They didn't talk much and didn't struggle much; they just made rustling sounds as if they were tossing something around in the bag.

Yu Yuan, the legendary figure, was placed in a room that was hidden in a corner of the building, a place she would have trouble finding without Bliss leading the way. As they approached the door, the pungent smell of medicine grew stronger, foreshadowing the fragile fate of a person on the brink of death.

Bliss pushed open the door and entered first. Before Bohemia could drag the cloth bag inside, she heard Bliss gasp softly.