"We've had a mishap."
Hoshino scratched her head. "But who told you I was here?"
"With me here, do you think I'd let you turn the tables?"
Hoshino had never cared about fighting fair.
The Mortal Realm Is Hard to Cross had been born from Fenghuang Down. A single shot from it was not a conventional bullet, but a drifting feather that slowly descended from the sky, calming the consciousness it had locked onto.
So that was how it was used.
Hoshino frowned, understanding how The Mortal Realm Is Hard to Cross worked—it created realistic illusions.
It let consciousness sink forever into a sweet, illusory dream, unable even to see death approaching.
That was The Mortal Realm Is Hard to Cross.
"So what's the difference between these two forms?"
Hoshino could not help complaining.
She suddenly discovered that this thing had a setting to adjust its intensity. She had chosen the gentlest shot, while at maximum output, it could tear apart a person's soul on the spot and erase their consciousness entirely.
Hoshino raised her gun again.
After thinking it over, she decided against it.
She was not Shang Boliang's nanny. Honestly, helping him this much was already more than enough.
In the courtyard.
Contrary to what Hoshino had imagined, it was not Talulah who was giving off black, turbid energy from within, but Shang Boliang.
"I personally modified my own body using your Originium Arts," he said coolly. "I trust you can tell that this body of mine is precisely Black Snake's most perfect vessel."
If souls had shapes, one would see a gray soul surrounded by an enormous mass of pitch-black soul. But like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, Black Snake had been struck by The Mortal Realm Is Hard to Cross. No matter how immense her soul