Ning An's Wild Wish System

As the television approached, her face on the screen became clearer and clearer.

She instinctively touched her own face, and sure enough, the sensation of her features under her fingertips grew fainter, even beginning to blur.

”I don’t care what you are, daring to cause trouble in the Dragon Country, you’re courting death!”

No matter how Lin Baiwei struggled, the blood-red television, like a festering wound, moved closer to her, and her other face became clearer, even down to the visible pores.

”Is this trying to strip my face?”

Lin Baiwei immediately realized this.

”To deal with the supernatural, aside from large-scale hot weapons, only the supernatural will do!”

She gritted her teeth, and a faint red light suddenly emanated from the back of her hand.

It was the protective measure left by Lin Yanke, although it required her to activate it herself.

The red light swept over the television, producing an immediate effect.

Her face on the television gradually blurred, as if enveloped by countless mosaics, pulling it into an endless abyss.

However, this middle-aged man seemed unwilling to give up.

Seeing the television blocked, he stood up and walked straight towards Lin Baiwei.

With each step he took, more flesh and blood appeared on his face, the eerie method of television clearly visible upon closer inspection.

Even worse, the protective measure left by Lin Yanke worked against the television, but had little effect on this middle-aged man.

Watching him only a hand’s distance away from the terrified Lin Baiwei, the middle-aged man’s lips curled into a sinister grin as he reached directly for Lin Baiwei’s face.

”Ah!”

Suddenly, his body stiffened, and a sharp pain shot through his arm.

This pain was not confined to the flesh alone; it penetrated deep into the bone, continuously stabbing into his brain.

”Ah!!!”

In just an instant, the sensation of pain escalated, as if steel nails were being hammered relentlessly into his bones.

At the sound of his cries of agony, Lin Baiwei shivered and, clutching the talisman in her hand, jumped back.

She saw the middle-aged man, his face reverting to a featureless state, curling up in pain on the ground, with veins bulging and his fingers clawing aimlessly at the ground, leaving streaks of blood.

In the end, his skin and flesh began to fall off in chunks, and in the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a heap of rotten flesh.

In just a few breaths, the entire scene began to fade like a painting.

...

”Haha, I never expected that after hunting hawks for half a lifetime, today I’ve misjudged one.”

Lu Taiyi walked from inside the house to the courtyard, his face dark, glaring at Lin Baiwei: ”We’re all fellow practitioners here, can’t we have a civil conversation instead of causing trouble?”

”Oh please, who would consider themselves a fellow practitioner with you, you can’t even tell when someone needs to take their makeup off, old bald donkey.” Lin Baiwei retorted with sharp sarcasm.

She now understood that Lu Taiyi was behind everything that had just happened.

She could hardly bear it, if she had been more proficient in talismans, she wouldn’t have been standing here talking, but would have acted right away.

But Lu Taiyi didn’t take these words to heart, instead he continued to ask: ”Why did you come here today?”

”Uncle, wasn’t it your apprentice who called us here? When did senility start coming this early?” Lin Baiwei was a bit speechless.

”Alright, alright!”

Lu Taiyi laughed grimly, thinking she was deliberately mocking him, and immediately sneered:

”If I have indeed taken your resources, just say a word, I assure you, you won’t suffer a loss.”

”The world is vast, resources are everywhere, why fight over them here? In these times, causing a scene won’t benefit either of us!”

”If we joined forces, this world could be ours to contend with...”

”Oh? Really?”

A breeze whispered by, like a god’s whisper, piercing directly through the eardrum, into the heart.

When the breeze passed, there was already an additional figure in the courtyard.

”Sis, he bullied me!”

Seeing who had arrived, Lin Baiwei instantly felt reinvigorated and wanted to rush forward to complain.

But after only a few steps, she saw the teasing look in her cousin’s eyes and immediately shivered.

Oh no!

Her cousin was angry!

She instantly became meek, no longer boastful, and obediently walked over to hide behind Lin Yanke, as docile as could be.

”Sis, how did you find this place?”

Lin Baiwei raised her small hand and carefully tucked the talisman paper into her chest.

She was indeed curious; she hadn’t informed Lin Yanke about coming here, yet didn’t expect her cousin actually managed to find her.

”Hmph.”

Lin Yanke snorted, clearly not in a good mood, but didn’t reply, only nodded slightly towards Yang Anbang.

Looking at Lin Baiwei, Lin Yanke said with a forced smile: ”Come on, my lady, explain, what exactly happened here.”

”...”

In a few short minutes, the entire story became clear.

”Ah, just as mischievous as when you were little.”

Lin Yanke sighed inwardly, then turned her gaze to Lu Taiyi, examining him seriously before smiling: ”May I ask, which school or sect are you from?”

”Who...who are you? Where do you practice?”

Lu Taiyi didn’t answer Lin Yanke’s question, his voice trembling as he asked another.

He could only sense the divine aura of the person in front of him, colors swirling like a haze, unable to see their true form, a suppression of bloodline directly forming, leaving his heart shaken and his voice shaking.

”Me? My name is Lin Yanke, and I practice at Changchun Temple.”