Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - Chapter 373
Chapter 373
Suddenly crossing back to the modern metropolis, Ning Ning never expected it.
What was even more baffling was that, at this very moment, she wasn’t the only one standing there, dumbfounded and completely confused.
The origin of all these strange events was He Zhizhou’s unreliable whetstone system.
He had worked diligently for the Heavenly Dao for so long, without any merit but full of toil.
Perhaps because the Heavenly Dao was also following a socialist path, showing compassion for its employees, at the end of the year, He Zhizhou received a mysterious year-end bonus.
“My sister system was so mysterious, unwilling to say anything—what the reward is, I still don’t know.”
While the disciples of the Xuanxu Sword Sect were eating breakfast, He Zhizhou secretly transmitted to Ning Ning, “It’s tricked me many times before, so I didn’t dare to open it directly. How about trying it now?”
He sucked in a sharp breath, likely because the words “system sister” had angered a certain aunt, causing a mental backlash.
Ning Ning didn’t think much of it and calmly responded, “There’s definitely no problem; open it.”
Then, everyone at the breakfast table found themselves inexplicably transported to this place.
In daily life, the disciples of the Xuanxu Sword Sect rarely interacted with their families, only making exceptions during the New Year.
Senior Sister Zheng had returned home early, and Senior Brother Meng also had a habit of going back to his hometown to pay respects, so they were not in the sect.
Thus, the only ones who crossed time and space were her, He Zhizhou, Tian Xianzi, Pei Ji, and Lin Xun.
“So,” Tian Xianzi said, his mouth still full of a custard bun, his big eyes wide with confusion, “Did I eat too much and choke to death, seeing illusions before dying?”
“This… this… is this a 21st-century highway?”
He Zhizhou, used to the solemn and ancient pavilions of the cultivation world, was momentarily stunned when he saw the asphalt road, not reacting right away.
After a while, he asked the whetstone in his mind, “Am I back?”
“You have half a day,” the lazy female voice snorted, still upset by the “sister” remark, “By the time the sun sets, you will be sent back to the cultivation world.”
What does modern society symbolize?
Phones, the internet, air conditioning, and countless desserts, snacks, milk tea, and hotpot.
Even if they only had half an hour, He Zhizhou would gladly shout, “I’ll take it!”
He transformed into the ultimate licking dog, “Thank you, beautiful sister! You’re the best! I’m a fan of the Heavenly Dao for life! For a person as ordinary as me to meet such a perfect partner—what an honor! Definitely a high climb!”
He Zhizhou howled, and Ning Ning’s excitement was no less.
This road was located on the outskirts, with no cars or people in sight.
Looking up, they could see the grand, sprawling city in the distance, like a giant made of steel and concrete, a dull, grey expanse.
“I’ve been here before! This is, uh, an overseas immortal island!”
He Zhizhou was excellent at making up stories.
He winked at Ning Ning. “Ning Ning, you must be familiar with this place, right?”
Ning Ning nodded, “… This is my hometown.”
Everyone present knew about the life-for-life exchange, and most of them showed a look of realization.
Just then, a truck hurriedly passed by, and Lin Xun, who was timid, jumped in fright at the loud rumbling noise, instinctively moving closer to Tian Xianzi.
“This is a kind of magic tool, similar to a flying boat, but with people inside,” Ning Ning patiently explained, using words they could understand.
“My hometown lacks spiritual energy, and killing and fighting are strictly forbidden. No matter how strange the objects we encounter, they won’t harm our lives—but remember, avoid them, and don’t let collisions happen.”
If a cultivator were to collide with a truck, it wouldn’t be the truck they’d need to worry about.
Ning Ning could already imagine the scene of the truck being overturned and sliced into several pieces by sword energy, and just thinking about it made her heart seize.
“By the way, the way people dress here is very different from the cultivation world. If we want to enter the city, we need to follow local customs.”
“Yes, yes, yes! Like me!”
He Zhizhou, who had somehow cast an illusion on himself, suddenly appeared in a coat and jeans.
Ning Ning looked at him and was surprised to see that he actually looked like a popular young actor.
Tian Xianzi was startled.
“The body and hair belong to our parents. What’s with your hair… is this a monk village?”
As he spoke, Ning Ning’s figure flickered.
Her appearance was identical to her original one, so she used the outfit she was most familiar with: black hair cascading over her shoulders, paired with a fuzzy sweater and a long skirt with white socks and a scarf around her neck.
She silently cast a spell and smiled as she poked Pei Ji’s arm.
“Pei Ji, want to try?”
The look was slightly different from before.
The scarf was so large that it completely covered her chin, with some stray black hair tangled in it, messy and fluffy.
The sweater was also oversized, a comforting off-white that made her look like a soft, fluffy snowball.
Pei Ji couldn’t help but feel an urge to hug her.
He lowered his long lashes, concealing a trace of desire in his eyes, and without hesitation, replied, “Hmm.”
Ning Ning didn’t know much about men’s clothing, but after a little thought, she gave Pei Ji the same sweater.
Unlike the off-white, his was pure black.
His sharp, cold features, along with his slightly careless aura, made him look like a noble, aloof young master instead of the decisive sword cultivator he was.
And his legs were really long, outlined by his pants, revealing a beautiful, powerful curve.
Cultivators usually wore long robes, but Pei Ji, noticing Ning Ning’s gaze on his legs, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, gripping the Cheng Ying Sword in his hand.
“No way, this makes you nervous?”
Cheng Ying cursed under its breath, “Pei Xiaoji, you’ll be exposed sooner or later. What will you do then?”
Tian Xianzi and Lin Xun were not old-fashioned.
Seeing Pei Ji take the lead, they followed suit, letting He Zhizhou cast illusions for them.
“We’ve got clothes now, but there’s still a very serious problem.”
He Zhizhou rubbed his chin.
“If we want to have a good time, where do we get the money?”
The result was a pawn shop.
Tian Xianzi’s storage bag was full of miscellaneous items, and he almost took out some high-grade tools, but Ning Ning and He Zhizhou stopped him.
After some discussion, the only thing they ended up pawning was a few small pearls that Lin Xun had brought from home for the New Year.
The pearls from the Dragon Palace were of excellent quality, and they fetched a good amount of money for everyone.
With a stack of red bills in hand, He Zhizhou walked with a confident stride, grinning.
“We just ate, so let’s find a place to have some fun, and later, we’ll head to the food city—how about it?”
Since this was his workplace, Ning Ning, not from this city, nodded with interest.
“Where are we going?”
He Zhizhou grinned mischievously.
“I heard they’ve opened a haunted house at the amusement park.”
His sly grin widened into an exaggerated villain’s laugh.
“It’s huge and luxurious, perfect for welcoming new friends.”
“We’re all going in together, right?”
At the haunted house entrance, the attendant glanced at them and then quickly looked back down as she registered them.
“I swear,” Tian Xianzi quietly transmitted, “Everyone here keeps staring at us—did our immortal sect identity get exposed?”
“As long as the master doesn’t use spiritual energy, it’s impossible to reveal it.”
Ning Ning was adjusting Pei Ji’s scarf when she answered, “They’re staring because they can tell we’re outsiders and are being hospitable.”
But that wasn’t the real reason.
Cultivators are all nurtured with spiritual energy and have exceptional looks.
The four of them were tall and handsome, with sharp, powerful features.
With their sword cultivator aura, they could stand still and look like a male model group.
Everyone has a love for beauty, so it wasn’t surprising that people kept glancing their way.
She paused, then nonchalantly asked He Zhizhou, “Although you want to trick them… but with your courage, can you really handle the haunted house?”
“Maybe not before, but after roaming the cultivation world for so many years, I’m not afraid of these little ghosts,” He Zhizhou replied confidently.
“Don’t worry, even if some NC tries to scare me, I’ll just calmly sing ‘I Will Rock You’ for them.”
This haunted house was more like a horror-themed escape room, with real-life NCs and a storyline to unravel.
After entering with their eyes covered, they uncovered their blindfolds to find themselves in a dilapidated classroom covered in green moss.
