Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling

Chapter 1291: Chapter 1287: Our Ancestors Are Truly Smiling on Us

Dragon Spirit was quite satisfied with the people at the stronghold for being tactful, and only then did he turn his gaze back to those he had trapped.

"You were given the chance, but to no avail. After all this time, you still haven’t opened this trapped array."

As time wore on, though he did not need sleep, he was unwilling to spend too much time and energy on these people.

Who knows, once this group was dealt with, when the next group might arrive.

Dragon Spirit glanced toward the sky, meeting the moonlight that resembled the real world, and chuckled softly.

"You’ve already had your chance, now it’s mine."

With that, Dragon Spirit’s five fingers slowly curled back as if about to form a fist.

What followed was a gust of whistling wind, and the trapped array that had been encompassing more than half of the courtyard began to close in a bizarre manner.

The form resembled an imminent closing of a bird cage.

This commotion caused the faces of the dozens trapped inside to drastically change; they had never seen such a strange array before.

At this moment, even the one without a brain should realize it was time to fight to the death.

With a fierce shout from the leader, the rest of the men in black began to burn their own essence blood, hoping to use a secret technique to break out of the array trapping them.

The power of this method was considerable; at least, the explosion could match the power of dozens of hand grenades exploding simultaneously.

If this array hadn’t been set by Dragon Spirit using his own blood and scales, it would surely have been broken open at this moment.

With a loud ’boom,’ a blinding light simultaneously appeared.

It illuminated the entire night of Mei City as if it were daytime.

At this point, not only the families near the stronghold were awakened, but even some distant families were alarmed.

However, the number of people who actually walked out of their homes wanting to see what was happening was pitifully small.

In fact, quite a few ordinary people immediately retrieved their valuables and began to hide in cellars or secret rooms.

They were so practiced that it was somewhat heartbreaking to witness.

It was evident that even in a relatively stable town like Mei City, the public security environment for human survival in ancient times was not particularly good.

This was why the locals would instinctively hide upon hearing any sign of trouble.

The few members of the Mei Family who had been keeping an eye on the stronghold were also visibly shaken upon noticing the commotion.

Though they were unclear why the Elder Council so feared that person, whose face couldn’t even be clearly seen, they knew this was no small matter.

The Mei Family quickly split into several paths; one person went back to report, while the remaining ones scattered to investigate.

Apart from the Mei Family, other influential families in Mei City also sent out people to check the situation.

They might not interfere in these grievances, but they needed to understand what was happening.

Dragon Spirit hadn’t expected these men in black could cause such a large commotion at such a critical moment.

Yun Ran had said before—don’t make a move if you’re not going to make a move; once you do, never give the opponent a chance to recover.

Previously, he thought he had done well; now it seemed he was somewhat complacent, having allowed these people to burn their essence blood.

This was what led to such a big commotion; now, even though these people still couldn’t escape his grasp, the situation had indeed become somewhat irritating.

"Letting you cause such a commotion is my mistake. Now you must pay the price."

Dragon Spirit immediately activated the power contained within the Dragon Blood and Dragon Scale in the array, and the power of the trapped array instantly increased tenfold.

Naturally, the speed at which it closed also accelerated.

In the blink of an eye, the trapped array that originally covered more than half of the courtyard shrank to only the size of a single room.

The dozens of people dressed in night gear were now crammed together like sardines in a can.

They had no extra space to even turn around, could only lean on each other while standing.

Once the trapped array had shrunk and closed, its solidity increased geometrically.

Now, not only did blades and magic artifacts fail to leave marks on the array, but even burning their essence blood was no help.

In the end, the people trapped inside couldn’t even transmit sound externally.

Dragon Spirit gazed at the spherical trapped array filled with people, finally showing a satisfied smile in his eyes.

Indeed, one must reflect on oneself often; once reflecting, the efficiency follows suit.

Having tidied up these people, Dragon Spirit turned and faced Ma San with eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

He had seen such expressions many times before; now he no longer sneered at them.

Immediately, he instructed: "Keep an eye on these people; don’t let anyone get close."

"Yes, Mr. Long!"

Ma San bent his waist as low as possible, expressing his profound respect for Dragon Spirit.

At this moment, Ma San had only one thought in his mind: that his ancestral grave must have truly emitted smoke, otherwise, how could he be so fortunate to encounter real big shots repeatedly?

Don’t mention just helping the big shot with errands; even if the big shot wanted his life now, he would eagerly offer it.

Dragon Spirit didn’t doubt Ma San’s ability at all; being taken in by Yun Ran as a henchman, he must have some utility.

"I’ll head back first. If it’s not a major issue, don’t bother me!"

After Dragon Spirit had left for quite some time, Ma San finally straightened his back, and a hint of joy gradually emerged in his eyes.

The people at the stronghold, being quite savvy, noticed as soon as the stranger who made them uneasy left.

Several astute individuals immediately had ideas, starting to approach the small courtyard.

For this, they found a reasonable excuse, firmly avoiding any mention of what had happened earlier or enquiring about Dragon Spirit’s identity.

"Brother Ma, it’s late, do you need help tidying up the aftermath?"

They say a smiling person is hard to hit, let alone when the reason for approaching is to offer help.

Anyone with a sense of social etiquette ought to know that presenting an opportunity is appropriate.

If Ma San was still the coachman for the Dark Hall, now faced with their ’goodwill,’ he wouldn’t just be unable to refuse—he’d have to greet them with a smile as the right thing.

But unfortunately, things are different now; with the Master and Mr. Long, his role as henchman has elevated him.

What’s more, Mr. Long instructed that no one should approach, so he would firmly execute that command.

Ma San immediately wore a stern face: "Thank you for your goodwill, you may leave now."