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Chapter 82: Chapter 79: Stab in the Back by Allies

Even if she truly fell under a spell, she didn't give away our defenses, Officer Zhang thought to himself.

At this moment, the priest pondered and continued, "However, although we couldn't get the hiding place from her, the intelligence she provided is quite important. According to Qiuzi, it's possible that they may no longer cooperate with us in finding the location of the ritual, right?"

Officer Zhang came back to reality and nodded, "And the current situation is that Xuena is the only possible performer."

So if they want to strike at the cultists' lair through Xuena in one fell swoop, then she must be willing to take this risk.

Originally, it was Qiuzi who served as this intermediary, but now her condition makes her incapable of fulfilling the role.

The priest asked, "Can we talk to Xuena?"

"Qiuzi said she was planning to bring Xuena to meet me today, but Xuena refused," Officer Zhang said with a frown, "She doesn't seem to want to get involved in this matter."

"...Don't you feel like you've been 'tea'd'?" the priest said, somewhat speechlessly.

"Why are you always so critical of others?" Officer Zhang said, slightly impatient.

No sooner had he spoken than the priest brought a cup of water to her, saying with a smile, "Alright then, have some water to cool down."

Officer Zhang's face darkened, knowing full well this guy had just scooped it from the Holy Grail. Despite her annoyance, she snatched the cup and boldly downed it in one gulp.

The priest continued, "There's no need to worry about it; I think that, more than us, the cultists themselves would be hoping that she'd show up."

"It's not up to her."

...

If she really became the lead performer, not only would her dance teacher want her on stage, but the cultists would also be watching her. Both the police and the church would be behind the scenes, pushing for all of it to happen.

Could she escape it?

In the vast dance studio, where the lighting was dim, Xu Shuo danced gracefully before the large mirror, a faint smile on her lips, the girl like a pure white swan.

Then, she suddenly coughed violently a few times.

"I'm sorry, Teacher, I think I have a serious cold," the girl said, frowning worriedly.

Not far away, Changying watched her expressionlessly and said sharply, "Qiuzi, I just told you the other day to take good care of your health. How come it's getting worse instead?"

Xu Shuo stopped moving and looked down, her face showing the sense of guilt that comes with wrongdoing.

Her complexion was pale, and under the bright incandescent light, her skin appeared translucent and fragile, evoking a sense of vulnerability that inspired pity in anyone who saw her.

Changying had been simmering with rage all day and, upon seeing this, took a few deep breaths, saying irritably, "That's enough for this afternoon's practice. Go back and rest early!"

"Yes," the girl replied submissively, her eyes lowered.

This afternoon, Xu Shuo was the only one dancing again as Xuena was at her usual hospital appointments for checkups and treatments, and Lanruo was nowhere to be found.

After changing into his regular clothes in the restroom, he saw that Changying had also changed and was now standing at the door with a tense face, her eyes filled with irritation.

Upon seeing him come out, Changying glanced at him and said flatly, "Let's go, I'll give you a ride home."

Xu Shuo paused, then smiled and did not refuse, obediently responding, "Thank you, Teacher."

...

The rain outside, changing with time, had started to grow heavier again, pattering as it fell to the ground. The accumulated water flowed along the streets into the gutters, just like the previous days, with no additional changes on the road.

Changying also drove. She didn't ask where Qiuzi lived and seemed quite familiar with the route, taking Xu Shuo directly to her building.

Then, she parked the car on the roadside, got out with an umbrella, and said, "I'll walk you up."

The woman's harsh and rigid face showed no extra expression, but her gaze at the girl had an eerie quality. It was not the look of someone facing a student, but rather like someone appraising their possession, sharp and cold.

Xu Shuo thanked her again and then obediently led her to his rental home.

The rusty door lock had to be jiggled several times before opening, unleashing a musty smell as the curtains were gently lifted by the wind, letting in the cold air right to the doorstep.

The ventilation in the alleys of the urban village was always poor, so Xu Shuo would leave the windows open when he went out, allowing them to air out. If thieves were bold enough, they could try to come in.

Changying took a casual look around the small, clean room before saying, "You stay at home and rest well, remember to take your medicine. And these past few days there have been a number of missing cases, so you mustn't go out at night."

Xu Shuo showed a timely expression of fear and nodded like a pecking chicken, "I know, I definitely won't go out!"

Seemingly just out of concern, Changying left after repeatedly telling her to take care.

Watching the woman's tall figure stride away like the wind, Xu Shuo curved his lips slightly.

She's anxious, she's anxious.

...

The light rain outside pattered down, while the sky was overcast and gloomy, shrouding the entire city in a haze beneath.

Changying drove to the roadside, then stopped the car, her black heels stepping into the puddles as she held an umbrella, her whole demeanor stern and intimidating, her complexion even more chillingly dark.

The small vendors in the urban village, seeing her formidable approach, didn't dare to solicit trade.

Within the dilapidated building, her high heels tapped rapidly on the concrete stairs, making a sharp clacking sound.

Changying arrived at the third floor, directly took out the keys from her pocket to unlock the door, and as she pushed it open, was greeted by a foul smell.

The continuous rain over this period had exacerbated the humidity, and the stench, as if from rotten flesh left unattended for too long, was nearly suffocating.

After quickly inspecting the small rental, Changying left with a cold face.

...

Without the sun to guide, the day grew dimmer, and street lights along the roads began to shine.

Early in the evening, the alley was already submerged in darkness, as a woman wearing a cloak, with her head down, arrived at a door.

After a rhythmic, forceful knocking, a familiar shadow opened the door, staring at her for a good while before asking for the secret password.

"Swan's death!"

The woman firmly declared her identity, then pushed the door and squeezed herself inside.

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The shadow was taken aback by her fiery voice and brash behavior. Following that, the atmosphere in the pitch-black room grew tense and a cold, thick feeling started to spread.

But it seemed the woman was oblivious to this shift; she walked to the round table and loudly slapped her hand down on it!

"Bang!"

The loud noise left the two silhouettes in the dark stunned, and any questions one of them had were choked back by shock.

After a moment, someone spoke in a hoarse voice, "Swan, what's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter?!" The woman fiercely repeated the question, her tone filled with unrestrained anger, "I just told you yesterday to keep those foolish Necrophages in check!"

Hearing this, another person realized something was wrong and hurriedly asked, "Has some trouble arisen with the sacrifice?"

"One of my students is missing, and their home is filled with the stench of flesh and blood, what do you think happened!" the woman said through clenched teeth.

It was clearly an attack by the Necrophages!

Another problem with a sacrifice!

In an instant, the dark room fell silent, with only the spread of a cold, dense qi.