How Could This Be a Dead End?

"Lord Yan Chi, my glasses! Hurry, give me my glasses!"

Zhang Shuhui groped around for the glasses in Lord Yan Chi's hand, then put them on.

Her vision instantly became clear, and her eyes brightened as well.

The murderous intent vanished the instant she put on her glasses.

She became that usually carefree, four-eyed girl who ran around everywhere waving a spatula.

Zhang Shuhui patted her chest, trembling as tears streamed down her face.

"That was terrifying! I almost got my head blown apart by a whip!"

"Boohoohoo, my legs are still shaking!!"

"Ah Qing has never been this vicious before, boohoohoo..."

"...It would've been great if Cult Master were here. Boohoohoo, I was scared to death just now..."

She walked to the steps with trembling legs and plopped down, looking pitiful and helpless.

Wang Qichuan and the others: "..."

She had been ferociously savage just now.

Now she was so cowardly it was painful to watch.

Wang Qichuan and Situ Xun exchanged a glance, confirming that Zhang Shuhui was the type who pretended to be weak while hiding her true strength.

Indeed, if Zhang Shuhui were truly ordinary, why would Jiang You have kept her by her side?

She was clearly another ruthless character.

With this layer of "filter" in place, every word and action from Zhang Shuhui was automatically given deeper meaning in Wang Qichuan's eyes.

Nearby, Lord Yan Chi silently watched the cannibal tree go berserk.

The cannibal tree's mental fluctuations were extremely intense. The instant he had placed his hand on it, his mind had gone blank, as though he had been struck by a high-voltage line.

His mental power had exploded instantly.

Even Zhang Shuhui's shield had vanished along with it. That had never happened before.

Something was wrong. The cannibal tree had never displayed