Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 140 - 139 Host, I have an idea...

Within minutes, a number of commands were issued from Xie Xuzhi’s office.

The bigwigs stationed by the Special Administration Bureau in various places were all on the move.

The families of the guests on the cruise were immediately silenced, and people from the Second Branch of Zhao Family were secretly put under surveillance.

However, Yun Ran on the cruise, protected by Golden Feather, was able to move around freely in this quiet and terrifying environment.

On the other hand, Asheng, whom she had met once before, lay motionless on the floor, his originally handsome face full of wrinkles.

As for the man she had tied up with cable ties and lying on the ground, he had already turned into a pile of clothed bones.

[This person is still alive, definitely not an ordinary person!]

Kicked by Yun Ran, the unconscious Asheng forced his eyes open with difficulty. He didn’t know what had happened, but suddenly everything went black and he collapsed.

His head was still in pain, and he knew without touching it that there was definitely a big lump.

His gaze turned to Yun Ran, and then his eyes suddenly bulged: No way, how did Miss’s hair turn silver-white in the blink of an eye!!!

Worried words tumbled out: "Miss, what happened to your hair!"

Yun Ran’s gaze narrowed slightly: "What did you call me?"

Asheng: ...

Oh no, I gave it away!

Asheng’s mind was spinning fast, trying to think of an excuse, but then Yun Ran dragged him in front of a glass mirror.

In the mirror, a man with white hair, his face covered in wrinkles, looking to be in his sixties or seventies, not only wearing the same clothes as him but also having a face very similar to his own.

Asheng was stunned, touched his own face, and the old man in the mirror did the same.

"Damn, this is really me!"

Yun Ran said coldly, "Spit it out, what exactly are you people up to!"

At this moment, Asheng was truly panicking. Miss’s hair and his current appearance could only mean that the sacrificial rite had begun.

It seemed that the boss and the others had failed!

Those trapped in the ritual, hoping to safely leave this place, was utterly a fanciful dream.

Asheng felt as if the sky had fallen; they not only failed in completing the task assigned by their master but also failed to safely send the young lady back; they are the sinners!

"Miss, it’s all my fault..."

Watching an ’old man’ cry in front of her was indeed a nerve-wracking experience.

"Shut up, now tell me everything honestly!"

Thinking things couldn’t get worse, Asheng had no choice but to reveal everything to Yun Ran.

It turned out that these people were underlings of Shen Jun, Yun Ran’s birth father who had been missing for a long time and assumed dead.

They formed an anti-Evil Cultivator alliance of civilian groups, with members secretly learning the methods of Xuan Sect and others who were ordinary people with significant social status.

The Evil Cultivators had captured many of their clansmen, and the hostility between the two sides was already irreconcilable.

And they had nothing to do with the current Mystical Sect families, even if they discovered something, they would never inform those people of the Mystical Sect families.

This time, their undercover informant knew that someone was targeting the Water Dragon Vein, and if those Evil Cultivators gained this power, their strength would surge once more.

Therefore, they selected a group of people to sabotage this event, and those who came did not plan to return alive.

But they never expected to encounter Yun Ran here.

Yun Ran listened with a tight frown: "You’re saying there’s a Water Dragon Vein here, and it’s alive?"

Back in Hai City, the fake-dead Dragon Vein still had such formidable lingering power.

Now these Evil Cultivators intend to capture the Dragon Spirit of the Water Dragon Vein alive during the sacrificial offerings; they really must be tired of living!

"Those offerings..."

Asheng nodded: "The sacrifice requires specific birth information, and people from Huannan and Hong Kong put a lot of faith in this; their birth information is no longer a secret."

In truth, the more people believe in this, the more they understand not to casually give away their birth information, blood, hair, nails, and the like.

That these wealthy individuals would hand over their birth information without any defenses shows that the infiltration of the Evil Cultivators is deep and that they had already gained the trust of the local elite circles.

"Miss, it’s dangerous here, I must find a way to get you out."

Yun Ran did not fully trust what Asheng said; even if that so-called birth father stood before her, he could not earn her full trust.

[Host, I have an idea...]

"Good timing, I have one too."

It had to be said that Ginsengfruit and Yun Ran really were in tune with each other, coincidentally thinking the same thing.

Just a little bit of Dragon Breath allowed her to recover from a rebound injury, and if she were to swallow the Dragon Spirit of the Water Dragon Vein, hehe...

Always suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, she now faces such a golden opportunity; if she missed it, she would be furious enough to die.

Asheng thought that after telling everything, even if the young lady wasn’t scared, she wouldn’t be showing such a delighted smile; was she frightened out of her wits?

Just as he was about to test the waters and speak up, he saw Yun Ran’s sparkling eyes turned towards him: "Today you didn’t say anything to me, understand?"

Asheng was stunned for a moment before he realized that Miss was silencing him.

This made him a bit panicked, feeling as if Miss seemed to be up to something.

But before he could open his mouth to ask, Yun Ran had disappeared from in front of him, making Asheng doubt his own life.

Yun Ran took out the strange Peach Wood Sword and the Heavenly Thunder Order, along with the protective Golden Feather.

Even if the cruise was locked down, she could now move freely within this space.

Following the Guiding Talisman, Yun Ran made her way to the cruise’s original casino and saw that the casino had been set up as an altar from the very beginning.

Iron chains hung from mid-air, and what was most chilling was that at the other end of these chains hung many people.

Several of them were people Yun Ran had met once before; Xia Jing had introduced their backgrounds, descendants cherished by their families.

They hadn’t turned into skeletons, but they weren’t much better off than skeletons, their clothes soaked in fresh blood.

For someone faint-hearted, this scene might be enough to terrify them.

Around the altar sat 12 people in black robes, their faces painted with weird patterns.

But their pious appearance was filled with a creepy aura.

"Yun Ran, quick, make a move, while their ritual is not yet complete, stop them!"