Chapter 589: Chapter 322: Only an Idiot Would Believe the West State Boss Is Sequence Seven!
Splut...
A gentle sound.
It was the sound of vine silk growing out from Su Baitao’s nail seam, piercing through the back of the cleaning lady’s hand.
The cleaning lady’s expression changed instantly!
She lowered her head and saw her rubber gloves pierced by the emerald green vine silk.
She saw her rough skin penetrated by the emerald green vine silk.
She felt her hand become numb and tingly, a sudden panic in her heart.
"Escape!"
She heard the voice of the Ancient Immortal in her mind, hesitated not at all, twisted her waist and spun around to take a step back!
Swish...
This step, surprisingly ignoring spatial distances, bypassed the bathroom walls, traversed through chaotic illusions, stepping out a thousand meters!
So in the bathroom, only Su Baitao remained, her heart pounding wildly, sweat beading on her forehead, still shaken.
She did not lower her head, unable to see her left hand.
But she could feel that vine silking quickly retracting, back into her nail seam, shrinking back into a seed, hiding inside her flesh.
This feeling was both painful and itchy, she was very familiar with it.
Her legs gave way, she sat on the toilet lid, covered her face, and started to cry.
She sobbed, tears seeping through her fingers.
The Ancient Immortal in the dream was overjoyed.
"Haha, hahaha, she ran away, she escaped!
"Did she sense the danger?
"Are the people from the Immortal Committee coming?
"You leave quickly as well!"
Su Baitao never lowered her head, not looking at the vine silk.
The Ancient Immortal thus did not see it, didn’t know what happened.
Su Baitao wiped away her tears.
Leaving the bathroom stall, she saw the shawl previously given by the Ancient Immortal, casually thrown on the ground.
She didn’t mind the dirt, picked up the shawl, went to the sink by the door and turned on the tap, washed the shawl clean in a few quick actions.
She wrung the water out, draped it back over her shoulders, her steps once again composed, graceful and elegant, magnificently poised.
No need to go to West State!
She subconsciously glanced at her left pinky finger, the seed hidden beneath the nail flesh, invisible.
But she knew that seed was always there.
...
Swish...
In a dim alley.
The cleaning lady reappeared, panting heavily, cold sweat dripping.
She tore off her mask, gasping for air.
"What... what was that..."
In her mind, the Ancient Immortal was equally anxious!
"The West State Boss tampered with Su Baitao!
"He...
"You...
"Check the wound again!"
The cleaning lady paused for a moment.
"I can’t feel anything in my wound..."
Just now she took a step of a thousand feet, and the vine silk was pulled out of her.
The Ancient Immortal’s tone was urgent, no time for explanation.
"Look! Cut and see!"
The cleaning lady instinctively lowered her head and pulled off her rubber glove.
The wound on the back of her hand was merely a small bloodstain, painless, itch-free, everything normal, nothing to worry about, even reassuring... Wait, it was clearly an injury, how could she feel reassured? Why no sense of alertness?
The cleaning lady’s eyes widened, instantly realizing, that vine silk was poisonous! A toxin of paralysis and placebo effect!
She pulled a talisman out of her pocket with her right hand, gently shook it until it was stiff as a blade!
Splut...
She cut all the way up from the wound on the back of her hand, slicing through sleeve and arm, blood and flesh peeling with the blade!
Sure enough, she saw, the emerald green vine silk, like blood vessels, like nerves, was climbing through the gaps of her muscles and bones, crawling silently upward from the back of her hand to her wrist, from her wrist to her elbow, paralyzing her nerves and mind, making its way towards her shoulder, her chest cavity!
"Ah!
"What kind of monster are you!"
She roared, her gums bleeding from her bite, waving the talisman like a knife, with a "splut" sound, she severed the invaded arm at the shoulder.
Thud...
The bloodied arm fell to the ground.
The vine silk, originally sneaking its attack, suddenly raised its head like a mad snake once it sensed being cut off!
The Ancient Immortal’s roar sounded again.
"Run quickly!"
The cleaning lady clutched her shoulder, stepped forward, and retreated ten miles away.
Swish...
After the wind sound, through twisted illusions, she was already on a high rooftop several streets away.
From a distance, she saw the alley where her arm and the vine silk were left had exploded with countless emerald green vine silk, filling the entire alley, overflowing, submerging it!
She shivered, cold sweat pouring like rain.
"Master, I..."
"It’s fine now, you’re safe."
The cleaning lady still had lingering fear.
If not for the master today, if not for the master’s centuries-old cultivation experience, seeing through the West State Boss’s Immortal Technique, she wouldn’t have made it!
"He... Is he really Sequence Seven?
"I... I know the Alchemy Path is cut off, and I’m also Sequence Seven, but facing him, this feeling..."
The Ancient Immortal sighed.
"His Immortal Technique, if you insist, truly falls under Sequence Seven’s purview.
"But on one hand, Sequence Seven differs from Sequence Seven.
"On the other hand, your Prince Bloodline has not fully awakened.
"Once your bloodline fully awakens, and you realize your potential, you’ll naturally be much stronger than now.
"Moreover, that person... claims to be Sequence Seven, I don’t believe it.
"Withered Grass Revives, how difficult that is, I’m not on the Alchemy Path, I wouldn’t know.
"But that Yellow Springs Ghost Gate, I have probed before...
"The Sequence Seven genius of Alchemy Dao, I have met before...
"In short... fools can consider him Sequence Seven. But we, master and disciple, cannot think so. We cannot be fools.
"Hurry up, Silver City is too close to West State, not a place to stay long!"
...
In the office, Bai Mo sat in a chair, holding his apprentice, looking at a document when suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket.
He took it out and saw that Su Yaoyao had sent a photo in the Immortal Committee group.
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