"You don't seem to know what's going on."
Tang Luo pinched the broom between two fingers. Like iron tongs, they held it fast, keeping it from moving even an inch.
What was going on?
Li Shufen really had no idea.
She had used the "Turtle-Breathing Technique" to put herself into a state of feigned death.
Unless an enemy was so deranged that they liked dismembering corpses, tearing them apart with horses, or grinding their bones to dust,
ordinary injuries like a finishing shot or a few extra stabs
wouldn't be fatal.
At the same time, it was extremely difficult to discover that she wasn't actually dead.
No one had ever seen through Li Shufen's trick.
Neither people from the mission worlds nor God and Demon Walkers.
However, when she was "holding her breath," she was truly as good as dead, completely unaware of the outside world.
Even if she died while holding her breath, she wouldn't notice.
It was a very peaceful way to die.
Holding her breath was also a journey to the afterlife.
Li Shufen had been lucky. She had never had this trick fail her.
Not only had she survived the perilous God and Demon Game,
she had done very well for herself.
After all, who would suspect an auntie who entered a mission world in slippers, home clothes, and an apron, acting carefree and being rather warmhearted?
Especially when that auntie ran into danger, died, and became an intact corpse.
Even if they encountered someone clever, they wouldn't keep suspecting the corpse.
They'd just think they were being paranoid.
By the time they discovered Li Shufen's true nature, it would naturally be too late.
The dead couldn't speak, and there was no official "trading hall" among the God and Demon Walkers.
Everything depended on everyone's own