Watching Nero's actions, Stelle felt that she probably wouldn't be able to avoid this slap.
While thinking, It's over, she could only hope that Nero would control his strength a little and not accidentally slap her to death.
On the other side, Cirrus noticed Nero's movement and also felt inexplicably nervous.
Whether it was dragging someone out through a mirror, kicking apart a courtyard wall, or shattering the bait she had thrown out with a sweep of his sleeve, every one of those things had already fully demonstrated just how bizarre this white-haired kid was.
At this moment, Nero finally moved.
He slowly raised his hand and swung it toward Stelle's face. A rushing wind suddenly sounded, as if something had been torn apart.
During the time it took for Nero's hand to swing toward Stelle's face, Cirrus thought about many things.
In the end, she didn't dare gamble.
Everything Nero had shown made her unable to be certain what would happen if this slap actually landed.
What if this kid knew how to strike the cow through the mountain?
A vague feeling rose in Cirrus's heart. She didn't understand where it came from, because it wasn't a prophecy, nor did it come from her senses. It also had nothing to do with Stelle's emotions or memories.
The thought simply appeared in her mind.
If this slap came down, the gray-haired girl called Stelle might be fine, but she herself would definitely be in trouble.
In the wind pushed forward by the incoming slap, she sensed something that could perhaps be called muscle instinct.
"Stop! I have something to say!"
Under that terrifying feeling, Cirrus finally failed to hold herself back and shouted loudly.
The next instant, the whistling slap stopped beside Stelle's face.
The smooth white palm stirred up a fierce wind that blew Stelle's hair into disarray. That alone was enough to show just how much force had been behind the slap.
Even Stelle, who firmly believed Nero wouldn't kill her, was starting to panic. Cold sweat rolled down her forehead.
"Speak." Nero looked into Stelle's eyes, or more accurately, at the faint ghostly fire within them. His words were brief.
"I can't stay here much longer. Let's cooperate properly, okay?
"You can call me Cirrus. I only want to leave this place. I don't want to hurt you!"
It was hard to imagine what Cirrus was feeling right now, but from her trembling voice, it was clear that she was far from calm.
"Continue," Nero said.
He did not withdraw his raised hand.
"Uh, let's talk about the current situation. You two ran into a ghost wall here. If you keep wandering around aimlessly, it won't accomplish anything."
At some point, Cirrus had started unconsciously treating this as a negotiation for her own survival. She began trying hard to show her value.
"I'm not the owner of this place. This is a maze created by another Heliobus. I can help you leave the illusion maze."
"You only need to help me escape the Ten-Lords Commission's pursuit. We both benefit, and neither side owes the other anything. How about it?"
However, Nero was unmoved by Cirrus's proposal.
He merely said calmly, "Ridiculous. A ghost wall? I can just tear down the wall and leave. Didn't you already see that?"
"Besides, if we capture you and hand you over to the Ten-Lords Commission, we can get a reward. I'm a kid. I want both."
Cirrus, "..."
'Huh?'
'This...'
'Huh?'
'Are kids on the Xianzhou these days really wired this strangely?'
'You really have no sense of awe at all. You aren't even afraid of a ghost wall?'
Nero had no idea what Cirrus felt after hearing his words, nor did he know what she was thinking now. He simply said, "Anything else? If not, it's time to send you to the Shackling Prison."
Because Cirrus was controlling the body, Stelle couldn't speak at the moment, but her consciousness was still there.
As she watched and listened to the conversation between Nero and Cirrus, she felt very conflicted.
What was going on?
Weren't they supposed to be victims trapped in a maze?
Wasn't this Heliobus called Cirrus supposed to be playing tricks and acting mysterious?
How had the atmosphere suddenly turned into an interrogation?
What exactly happened?
'Nero, isn't your presence a bit too overwhelming?'
'How did you manage to take control of the situation like this?'
Cirrus was silent for a moment, thinking about what other bargaining chips she still had.
Then she said, "What about that lost fox judge? You saw the talisman papers she left behind along the way, didn't you?"
Nero narrowed his eyes and glanced at the scattered talismans on the ground. He had indeed noticed them from time to time.
Then, according to Cirrus, if Huohuo had come in, March probably wasn't far away either.
"Mm, not bad. You've shown your value. Take us to Huohuo."
Hearing this, Cirrus naturally agreed.
Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Although things were currently developing in the direction she had originally planned...
Why did she feel so passive?
Shouldn't these two people have been helpless and forced to follow her lead?
How had it become a situation where she seemed to have no choice but to compromise?
However, there wasn't much point dwelling on it. Following Nero's request, Cirrus used a technique.
Then she said to Stelle, "Now go find those paper talisman figures. Then you'll know which way to go."
Stelle nodded and regained control of her body.
In Stelle's eyes, the paper figures all floated up into the air. She led Nero and followed them.
Along the way they found another supernatural storybook. Cirrus said the key to solving the puzzle was inside it.
However, Nero paid little attention to it. He only skimmed through it as if reading a story.
This gave Cirrus quite a headache.
This white-haired child had neither awe nor tension. Even after entering this haunted illusion realm, he treated it like a casual outing.
Nero had actually remembered the clues in the storybook.
But when there was a simpler method available, he naturally couldn't be bothered taking the long way around.
For ordinary people, the simplest method was obviously to follow the clues.
But for Nero...
All that could be said was that high stats were overpowered.
Stelle and Nero arrived before a gate.
The gate looked gloomy and was tightly shut, like a sealed block of iron.
Stelle stepped forward and pushed it. It didn't move at all.
She then took out her bat and knocked on it, but didn't even leave a mark.
Watching this, Cirrus didn't know what to say.
These two were reckless even among reckless people.
The next moment, a cold wind howled.
A muffled voice came from behind the gate.
"The proper courtesies have not been completed. The door cannot be opened. Guests, please return."
The moment the voice finished speaking, a white figure rushed forward from behind.
Nero raised his foot and kicked.
A metallic breaking sound echoed through the air.
The puzzles on both sides had not yet been solved, but the force covering the gate scattered like mist blown away by the wind.
The dark gate was struck open by an immense force.
One of the doors shook weakly twice, then fell from its frame and landed awkwardly on the ground.
The gate opened.
Then Nero shouted, "Tell your boss... your master to come see me."
Unfortunately, behind the locked gate was not some mansion courtyard.
It was still the exact same road as the one behind them.
Nero clicked his tongue in disappointment, but said nothing more.
Stelle saw everything.
She suspected that if the door had really hidden a person or ghost, this kid had probably planned to demand compensation for refusing to open the door.
Cirrus, "..."
'You...'
'Amazing.'
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