Fang Huairan shouted loudly, hoping that the approaching figure would stop, but he showed no intention of halting.
In a moment of desperation, Fang Huairan struggled to stand from the sofa, stumbled, and rushed forward.
Against mortals, the approaching figure didn't need to exert even a fraction of his power.
He didn't even need to look in Fang Huairan's direction; she posed no threat to him.
At this moment, the spiritual root, responding to the approaching figure's incantation, had ascended into the air, emitting a massive crimson glow. The red light gradually shifted from bright scarlet to a dark, blood-like hue, capable of consuming all.
The approaching figure could have first taken Fang Huairan's fortune fruit to nourish the spiritual root, but now, he had changed his mind.
Wouldn't it be the same to first take Zhao Xiaoying's fortune fruit and then use Fang Huairan's to nourish it?
The arrow was nocked and could not be unshot.
The spiritual root quickly emitted a beam of red light, heading directly for Zhao Xiaoying.
Zhao Xiaoying had already lost half her spirit; she was powerless to resist this display. Moreover, one could not resist death itself.
"Ah!"
A tragic scream filled the entire room.
Zhao Xiaoying, whose eyes had been tightly shut, was startled open by the cry. Hearing the sound, she couldn't help but cover her ears and open her mouth.
Before her stood a body, enveloped in crimson.
Zhao Xiaoying clearly saw the face staring at her: it was Fang Huairan.
With all her might, the moment the red light was emitted, Fang Huairan leaped forward, placing herself in front of Zhao Xiaoying and blocking the crimson beam.
"Ranran! Ranran!"
An inexplicable grief, overcoming her fear, Zhao Xiaoying cried out loudly.
No one knew how much energy a person could unleash at the brink of death.
A frail, weak woman actually managed to step forward at the most dangerous moment.
Seeing that it was Fang Huairan, the approaching figure immediately reverted to his original plan.
With a shift in his incantation, the spiritual root began to voraciously suck on Fang Huairan's body, as if to tear it to shreds.
Fortune fruit-shaped entities were being drawn out from her back, one by one.
Perhaps, at this moment, Fang Huairan felt no pain, for a smile graced her face. Sudan Fiction Network.
As a large number of fortune fruits were being extracted, the Fortune Fruit System reacted. The most immediate manifestation was the violent trembling of Fu Ruhai's Fortune Booklet.
Fu Ruhai took it out and saw Fang Huairan's name glowing, yet it seemed to be showing signs of fragmentation and disappearance.
"Not good, Fang Huairan might be in danger!"
Fu Ruhai exclaimed in alarm, and Liu Sandao immediately looked at his own Fortune Booklet.
This was a very bad omen. The current Fortune Booklet was much more sensitive than before.
As long as more than ten fortune fruits were involved, the system would prompt an anomaly.
Because mortal fortune fruits were finite, if a certain threshold wasn't set, their fortune fruits might not be guaranteed in exceptional circumstances.
"Hurry and check!"
Liu Sandao said, immediately employing the secret technique of "Ruo Shui Fu" to first locate Fang Huairan.
Fu Ruhai, guided by the Fortune Booklet, would use his magic to find her.
In terms of speed, Liu Sandao had the advantage.
He arrived at Zhao Xiaoying's house in an instant, though he materialized inside the hot pot on the dining table in the living room.
At this moment, the approaching figure was fully focused on the spiritual root in the air. The living room was bathed in red light, exuding a scent of blood.
The spiritual root had become even larger and more complete, its crimson glow more blinding.
The approaching figure dared not delay, quickly aiming it at Zhao Xiaoying.
To seize her fortune fruit was the opportune moment.
"Approaching figure! Stop!"
Liu Sandao roared, immediately intervening to stop the figure.
The approaching figure paid him no mind, continuing his incantation and pointing a finger at Zhao Xiaoying.
A beam of red light, starting thin, then thickening, was ultimately shot towards Zhao Xiaoying.
Liu Sandao, encountering this situation for the first time and with Fu Ruhai not yet arrived, was unsure how to proceed when his Fortune Booklet suddenly flew out.
A dazzling golden light rapidly shone towards the source of the red light.
Liu Sandao remembered the previous incident where the Fortune Booklet had attacked the spiritual root, and his mind cleared.
However, he had not studied the Fortune Booklet carefully and was not yet skilled in its use.
He could only watch as the Fortune Booklet autonomously attacked the spiritual root.
But the spiritual root at this moment was unlike any before. It seemed to disregard the Fortune Booklet entirely, focusing solely on shooting the red light at Zhao Xiaoying.
Liu Sandao, seeing this, was greatly alarmed: "This doesn't seem to be working; the red light appears to be bypassing the golden light's entanglement."
Before he could react, a figure stepped in front of Zhao Xiaoying, blocking the red light.
It was Mei Ziqi. It seemed he truly cared for Zhao Xiaoying.
Liu Sandao was indifferent to matters of the mortal world. However, Mei Ziqi's actions did move him. People said the mortal world had long lost its affections, but what was this?
They said the mortal world was rife with sin, yet there were always beautiful things.
At this moment, Mei Ziqi was like a true man, using his frail body to shield Zhao Xiaoying from the deadly crimson beam.
What had just happened was still etched in their minds:
The red light shone, and Fang Huairan, a vibrant life, was gone. A girl who loved beauty was rendered unrecognizable in mere moments.
That scene deeply affected Mei Ziqi and Zhao Xiaoying.
Zhao Xiaoying now had no desire to live. Facing death, all resistance was futile.
Forget fortune fruits; she couldn't even save her own life, let alone her house and money.
She had given up struggling. Whatever death demanded, let it take. Perhaps, without it, there would be release.
Zhao Xiaoying's eyes were vacant, devoid of light, utterly a picture of utter terror.
In such a state, a single beam of red light would undoubtedly siphon away all her fortune fruits.
But Mei Ziqi's full-body block forced the approaching figure to accept this change.
Since the red light had already struck Mei Ziqi, withdrawing now would likely be more loss than gain.
"Fortune passed through generations, virtue spread through millennia! Fortune passed through generations, virtue spread through millennia!"
Fu Ruhai, who had just arrived, placed his right hand in a orchid finger gesture before his chest, his left hand supporting his right wrist, and recited loudly.
Another Fortune Booklet flew into the air, and another beam of immense golden light shone towards the spiritual root above.
Upon seeing this, Liu Sandao imitated Fu Ruhai and began to recite as well.
Two Fortune Booklets combined into one, and a massive golden light enveloped the spiritual root.
Fearing a repeat of the spiritual root being absorbed by the Fortune Booklet, the approaching figure immediately employed his magic, intending to prevent the two Fortune Booklets from merging.
He targeted Fu Ruhai, whose strength was considerably weaker.
If he could just distract Fu Ruhai, the power of the Fortune Booklets would surely be greatly diminished.
"Out!"
The approaching figure roared, and a shadow flew from his sleeve!