Chapter 54

“It’s your turn now,” Chapter Fifty-Four (Fourth Update)

Aivana listened to Xia’er recounting the story, gazing at the items laid out before her, and fell silent immediately.

The letter from the Radiant Bishop, Xie Lun’s research notes, the emblem of the Church Bishop…

Aivana confirmed each item one by one; they were all genuine.

She watched as Xia’er carefully put everything back into her satchel, took a deep breath, and spoke, “Your intelligence network… is indeed too impressive…”

She had come here today specifically to wait for Xie Lun. He had said that the investigation into Dehydration Syndrome had made some progress.

Rap-rap-rap—

Knocking sounds came from the door.

Someone was knocking on the door of the Drawing Room.

Xia’er’s pupils narrowed slightly.

Was it Xie Lun? So soon?

She realized that by quickly presenting evidence and even exchanging research notes, she intended to make Aivana completely believe her.

If she couldn’t ambush the person directly after Xie Lun arrived, then a fierce battle would ensue, and she herself would be infected by an unknown virus.

Because if Xie Lun saw her here, he would become suspicious.

Aivana and Xia’er exchanged glances, both knowing who was coming.

Xie Lun.

Xia’er initially pursed her lips, quickly reaching up to mess up her hair and loosening her collar a bit.

Then, she swiftly reached over to mess up Aivana’s hair a little, removed her gloves, and pulled open her collar before lowering her head and biting down hard on Aivana’s neck.

“Mmm…”

Although Aivana remained expressionless, allowing Xia’er to manipulate her, she couldn’t help but emit a soft gasp when her neck was suddenly bitten. She quickly realized how foolish she sounded, and likely Xie Lun outside could hear it!

Aivana’s face flushed red; this was the first time she felt such embarrassment. More frighteningly, she couldn’t muster any dislike towards Xia’er at all.

Could it be that… she liked being treated like this?

Aivana felt her mind wasn’t working as usual.

“Leave him here. Come find me later, in the study on the second floor.” Xia’er leaned in close to Aivana’s reddened ear and whispered softly.

After saying that, she slung her canvas bag over her shoulder, pretending to tidy her clothes while quickly heading toward the door.

Xia’er opened the door directly.

Xie Lun, who had been leaning forward slightly, listening curiously to the commotion inside, straightened up abruptly. Pretending to ignore Xia’er, he glanced at her and saw Xia’er fumbling with her actions as she leaned slightly towards him, whispering “Hello” in a voice smaller than a mosquito’s. Then, she watched as Xia’er ran off from the second-floor study.

This… isn’t Aivana’s assistant?

I just saw her at the Police Station today.

Why is she here at Aivana’s house?

Xie Lun felt a slight alertness rise within him, his face tightening beneath the mask.

He had just entered the Conference Room and saw Aivana, her face flushed, fumbling with her collar.

The red mark left by her teeth on Aivana’s fair neck was quite noticeable.

Uh…

I can’t bite at that angle, right?

In this moment, Xie Lun seemed to understand something.

Usually, this young lady appears indifferent to everything, treating everyone coldly. Who knew she had a “companion.”

No wonder she didn’t join any Church and chose a path entirely different from her family’s.

But it didn’t matter. After tonight, Aivana should disappear from this world.

He politely turned around, facing the other direction, and laughed at her back, teasing, “Sorry, Miss Russell, I seem to have arrived at an inconvenient time.”

Avina managed to calm her racing heart, but upon hearing Xie Lun’s words, she pursed her lips tightly.

Sharia was right; this man truly deserved to die!

“I’m sorry, Mr. Xie Lun. Please wait here for a moment while I go upstairs and tidy up,” Avina said as she walked past Xie Lun and left the drawing room.

“Feel free to do so. I’ll be waiting here,” Xie Lun turned around, making some space, then held the door handle and added, “I’m not in a rush—please apologize to Miss Xia’er for me.”

After watching Avina ascend the stairs with gentlemanly courtesy, Xie Lun slowly closed the door behind him.

Just as she left, he could now arrange the pathogens more conveniently.

Once everything was set, Xie Lun sat down and took a deep breath.

Thinking back to his initial caution when he saw the red-haired girl, he removed his silver raven mask and shook his head with a smile.

He hadn’t expected himself to be in such a state of constant alertness.

Even seeing a non-Extraordinary Person red-haired girl made him feel afraid… and that girl was carrying the pathogen for dehydration disease.

Once he finished digesting the potion, he wouldn’t have to live in constant fear. He could leave this country and join the secret cult organization mentioned by someone, dedicating himself to studying viruses and finding the formula and ritual for the next tier of potions.

He could almost imagine the smooth life he would lead after shedding this identity.

No longer would he have to see patients day and night, nor worry about failing to complete the “Newborn” ritual. He would be reborn in another way.

As for those ordinary people?

They should count themselves lucky to be part of Xie Lun’s great ritual, becoming eternal power for him!

My potion is weak? My virus is powerless? Impossible.

The mediocre Xie Lun, stuck at the “Plague Doctor” level, will depart. In his place, the powerful “Cholera Origin” will personally visit his loyal city, An Su.

Xie Lun closed his eyes slightly and raised his head, as if already imagining the success of the ritual.

No one would expect that the person hosting the ritual was an unremarkable individual like him.

Even if the mysterious organization discovered some clues?

As long as he had his student go down into the sewers during the church gathering tomorrow, it would all be over.

The sealed object he unexpectedly obtained truly brought him luck.

“Boom!!!!!!”

The brick wall behind him collapsed, and a nearly two-meter-tall giant silver knight, like a bull, smashed through the front wall.

Before Xie Lun could react, he felt like he had been hit by a steam locomotive, pushed directly towards the opposite wall, creating a large hole!

Xie Lun’s internal organs ruptured, blood spewing from his mouth, staring blankly at the silver knight pinning him down, still unable to recover from the impact.

What… happened?

He saw, beside the knight, a red-haired, pale-faced girl holding a strange-looking flintlock pistol, her thumb slowly pulling back the hammer, green branches sprouting from the handle drilling into her arm.

“I was also lying in front of you, holding a gun and pulling the trigger, back then,” the girl smiled and said, “but back then, it was me who died.”

“Now it’s your turn.”

Swish —

A crimson bullet shot out from the barrel as the girl pulled the trigger, directly embedding itself into Xie Lun’s forehead.

Brain matter mixed with dark red blood flowed down his brow and onto his face, then dripped to the ground. Xie Lun, with his eyes wide open in terror and confusion, gradually stopped breathing.

A crimson rose emerged from his forehead, slowly extending upwards…..