CHAPTER 465: CHAPTER 225 THIRTEEN SISTERS_4

Spirit Swapping comes with tremendous risks.

Even though she had undergone Spirit Swapping numerous times in her past life, deep down, she still felt a tinge of fear towards it.

Inviting Fang Yu to her home previously was also an attempt to seek some comfort.

But Fang Yu, who had lost the memories of his past life, truly showed no mercy.

Qi Xiaojin revealed a bitter smile, then her expression became solemn.

"Fang Yu, whether you remember or not, as long as I do, I will definitely protect you!"

Spirit Swapping means that a Believer’s lifespan is reduced.

In her past life, timid and frail Believers who wanted to live longer would choose the weakest spirits during their selection and allow the spirits to erode them at the slowest pace, using all means to slow down the erosion.

Everything was for the sake of living longer.

Because changing spirits is a process that can only move forward, not backward.

The spirits can only get stronger with each swap.

And powerful spirits are not easily subdued.

Like a high-speed sports car, there is no brake.

When the process of capturing spirits and swapping them hits the first snag-

The life of the Believer comes to an end.

"In his past life, Fang Yu said that he only took a month for his first Spirit Swapping."

"The current me... am I catching up to his pace?"

Qi Xiaojin felt complicated yet somewhat sweet.

It was as if she had transcended time and space, standing shoulder to shoulder with that once unattainable existence.

As for her first Spirit Swap in her previous life, it had taken her an entire year to barely succeed.

It was partly due to her lack of strength, and partly due to... the fear in her heart.

Any Believer, during Spirit Swapping, would feel this.

That is, life, step by step, footprints leading to the end, and... you can see the end at a glance!

"If I continue swapping like this, how many years can I live? Five years? Three years? Even Fang Yu from my past life later dared not let the spirit’s erosion increase easily. Struggling, fighting at the brink of death, he barely lived until the fifth year after the apocalypse."

"Can I do it? Can I do better than him? Can I... live that long?"

Her heart was trembling.

Suddenly, in her mind flashed the dark, post-apocalyptic ruins, a night scene of the two of them back to back, talking beside a campfire.

The fluttering heart slowly stabilized.

Her gaze gradually became determined.

She put on the gaming helmet.

"Game, start!"

...

"Aribathi!!"

Qi Meng stood on the drinking table, holding a microphone in one hand and swinging her finger with the other, shaking excitedly with the changing lights of the bar.

"Let’s get high! Get high!!"

"It’s rare for this old lady to come back, none of you are allowed to lie down, keep drinking, keep dancing! Awooo!!!"

At the exciting part, she even howled like a wolf.

Below were spoiled rich youths, lying scattered and drunk.

It wasn’t that their alcohol tolerance was bad, but Qi Meng’s tolerance was monstrous, and no one could match it.

"Can’t you do it, you weenies, even with this you want to defeat me? I gave you six months to improve your alcohol tolerance, and you’re still useless!"

Qi Meng pointed dissatisfiedly at the people below, the microphone swinging and emitting a shrill noise that amplified throughout the venue, causing an immediate outcry from the crowd.

"Sister Meng, Sister Meng, please stop, we can’t stand it anymore, blearghh blearghh!!"

"Aaaaah! Don’t throw up on me!!"

"Where’s the driver? Haven’t we reached home yet... eh, why has my toilet shrunk?"

The people below spoke nonsense and gibberish, only Qi Meng still stood on top, dancing with the music.

As the music ended, Qi Meng picked up a bottle of wine at her feet and twisted it open to drink.

Glancing around, she suddenly felt bored.

Not a single worthy opponent.

She even went to the trouble of gathering everyone.

Although the music started blasting energetic DJ tunes again, Qi Meng had already jumped off the table and staggered out.

"Still can drink..."

"Don’t go, don’t leave..."

Those still somewhat conscious, uttered meaningless sounds.

Qi Meng didn’t care for them at all and went straight outside to the bar.

Outside were a group of black-suited bodyguards; aside from people in their circle, outsiders couldn’t enter.

It was what you’d call booking the venue, or perhaps the bar was just a property of someone within their group, pulled out temporarily for use.

"Miss Qi Meng!"

The security staff in black suits, seeing someone come out, quickly gestured.

"I’m not drunk, these losers can’t even fight, better go home and challenge my sister!"

"...We’ll take you home."

"Hmm... just arrange any car."

Qi Meng yawned, continuing to bring the empty wine bottle to her mouth.

Unfortunately, not a drop was left.

The cold wind blew, slightly sobering her up.

Snap.

Suddenly, something smeared on her face.

What the heck?

Qi Meng tore off the thing on her face and squinted to see it was a piece of Parchment.

Maybe it was an illusion caused by drinking too much.

The parchment in her hand blurred for a moment, and it seemed as if ink spilled out from within the parchment, slowly revealing text.

"What the hell is this?? Some new gadget?"

Given the rapid advancements in technology, Qi Meng didn’t think much of it, assuming it was like those invisible ink tricks, where you just need to dab some water or rub with an eraser to reveal the text.

Probably something along those lines?

The alcohol had clouded her mind.

Just about to throw it away carelessly.

A line of text suddenly caught her eye.

[My name is Qi Meng, the young lady of the Dream Group; in 10 seconds, I will be hit and killed by a car.]

What... is this?