Chapter 487: Double Happiness

After everything he had experienced, Li Huowang had never seen this method before. He had no idea how the other party planned to sever the connection between Bai Lingmiao and the immortal.

Bai Lingmiao was extremely shy about her current attire, her ears turning crimson. Her hands tried to cover herself, but couldn't cover both front and back, making her look particularly embarrassed and awkward.

"Girl, why are you cowering? Stand up straight, quickly!"

After some urging, and once Bai Lingmiao stood completely straight, Lian Zhibei took out three incense sticks and stuck them directly into the doorframe. She then immediately knelt and kowtowed forcefully several times towards the doorway.

Next, she took out a bunch of incense sticks, quickly lit them, and first bowed three times towards the doorway. Then, she raised the smoking incense sticks and pierced them into her cheek.

With continuous sizzling sounds, the dark red incense tips went through her left cheek and out through her right cheek. Lian Zhibei's voice grew rough. "Tiger Lord possesses!"

Lian Zhibei raised the cold, gleaming chain hook in her hand and pierced her upper and lower lips, like two pairs of sharp fangs.

Bright red blood dripped down, falling onto the spell-inscribed paper bib she wore.

Li Huowang frowned at her actions. Her self-mutilation looked somewhat similar to the Ao Jing Sect. Could she be another branch?

As Li Huowang was thinking this, Lian Zhibei reached into the large bundle and pulled out a string of large red firecrackers.

She pulled out one of the incense sticks from her cheek and quickly lit the fuse. A continuous crackling sound erupted.

The white smoke from the incense tips and the murky gunpowder smoke from the firecrackers intertwined, filling the entire room with a misty haze.

Amidst the exploding firecrackers, Lian Zhibei pulled out a tiger-shaped gavel from her embrace, raised it high with both hands, and slammed it forcefully onto the ground. "The sound of the gavel echoes through rivers and seas! Divine light bursts forth, illuminating the heavens!! Tiger Lord feasts on the cannon's roar!!"

Accompanied by a low, thundering tiger roar, the next moment, the dense smoke around them rapidly swirled and funnelled into Lian Zhibei's wide-open mouth.

When the firecrackers stopped, Lian Zhibei's eyes turned completely white. She fell onto all fours, her plump body twisting into postures impossible for a normal person.

Faced with this scene, Li Huowang instinctively drew his Purple Spike Sword.

Li Huowang's expression became extremely solemn. Although this plump woman usually seemed carefree, she could go alone to confront spirits. Her true strength was definitely not to be underestimated.

Lian Zhibei's bleeding mouth slowly opened, revealing the hooks that had just been inserted. She let out a beast-like growl from deep within her throat, directed at Li Huowang—more accurately, a tiger's roar.

"Senior Brother Li? Why is there a tiger in our house?" Bai Lingmiao watched Lian Zhibei, who was sprawled on the ground, with trepidation.

No sooner had she spoken, Lian Zhibei suddenly whipped her head around, her almost entirely white eyes glaring at the patterns on Bai Lingmiao's body. Instantly, her legs bent, she pushed off the ground, and lunged at Bai Lingmiao.

"Wait!!"

Just as Li Huowang's copper coin sword and Li Sui's tentacles were halfway to her, he saw that Lian Zhibei didn't pounce on Bai Lingmiao, but instead leapt directly over her head.

With a "snap," Lian Zhibei seemed to bite something in mid-air. Her mouth then stretched open to the point where her jaw seemed to tear, and she began furiously tearing at the ground.

At the same time, Bai Lingmiao began clutching her head and crying out in pain. The cinnabar patterns on her body twitched violently like a patterned snake, and a small section of them shrunk.

When Li Huowang's keen hearing picked up distant screams, a thrill of joy went through him. Those were the immortal's screams!

"Miaomiao, bear with it!!"

With a "whoosh," Lian Zhibei leapt over Bai Lingmiao's head again, biting fiercely at the air. The screams, whose origin was unknown, grew louder and louder.

As Lian Zhibei passed over Bai Lingmiao's head for the fifth time, Bai Lingmiao, who had been oblivious, suddenly sensed that something was wrong with her newly acquired abilities.

At that moment, Ershen, who was in the courtyard, was becoming lighter!

When that special perception passed through the red bridal veil, sensing everything within, it made her heart tremble.

The beast-like flesh of the immortal had almost been gnawed away. And as Lian Zhibei furiously bit, the remaining snake scales, fox fur, and hedgehog quills also rapidly vanished. Ershen's entire face now looked precarious.

"This woman is trying to remove the immortal from my body! Without the immortal, Ershen will cease to exist!"

"Stop! Senior Brother Li, make her stop! Ershen is disappearing!!"

Bai Lingmiao, crouching on the ground, cried out loudly, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Miaomiao, don't worry, just hold on a little longer!"

Li Huowang hardened his heart and turned to go into the courtyard. As soon as he entered, he saw Ershen silently staring at the dwarf tree.

As he looked at her red bridal veil, stained with blood, Li Huowang's heart trembled violently. He gently tugged at a corner of the veil, and Ershen, with only half her face remaining, appeared before him.

"You..." Li Huowang first glanced at Bai Lingmiao inside the room, then turned back to look at the bloody, mutilated Ershen before him.

Just then, Ershen's damaged body swayed, as Lian Zhibei, who was nearby, gave a violent tug. She immediately staggered.

Ershen looked at him, her sole remaining eye showing strong reluctance. "Live well. Don't let her down. And stop acting like a wimp whenever something happens, as if you're about to die."

At this moment, something within Ershen seemed to dissipate. Her demeanor gradually began to resemble Bai Lingmiao's.

"Senior Brother Li! She didn't come back! If the immortal is gone, Ershen will truly die!"

As Bai Lingmiao said this, Ershen's body went limp and collapsed to the ground.

"Lian Zhibei, wait a moment! Something seems wrong!!"

Li Huowang looked at Lian Zhibei, but she seemed to have lost all self-awareness and gave no response.

When he saw her leap over Bai Lingmiao's head again,

Li Huowang's expression turned grim. He pushed off the ground with both feet and lunged forward.

Li Huowang kicked her in the waist, directly sending Lian Zhibei slamming against the wall.

An angry roar erupted. Lian Zhibei, with her white eyes, glared ferociously at Li Huowang. A powerful oppressive force made it difficult for Li Huowang to breathe.

"My apologies, there are new variables here! Snap out of it, quickly!"

However, Li Huowang's shouts had no effect. Lian Zhibei pushed off the ground with her feet and lunged straight at him.

Li Huowang horizontally thrust his sword into his own mouth and forcefully twisted it.

As he yanked the sword out and swung it forcefully, bloody teeth on the blade tumbled towards Lian Zhibei. Li Huowang, gripping his Purple Spike Sword, followed closely behind.

Instantly, the entire room descended into chaos, especially after Li Sui joined the fray.

Once the battle began, it became difficult to control.

As Li Huowang's longsword was forced to plunge into Lian Zhibei's chest, Lian Zhibei's fangs also tore off one of Li Huowang's arms.

It was at this moment that the incense sticks piercing Lian Zhibei's cheeks gradually burned down. Her white eyes slowly returned to clarity.

"What's going on? What's happening?"

Faced with Li Huowang's longsword embedded in her chest, the intense pain made her look utterly bewildered.