The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 240 (Patreon)

Chapter 240

"How could you do this, Han Chen?" Chu Lingling was somewhat angry. "You know it's dangerous here, and yet you're touring around. If you want to tour, do it by yourself. I'm going back with the junior."

Han Chen didn't speak, and his expression hardly changed. Ling Chunann glanced at him and said, "Brother Chen, Sister, let's go."

Hearing Ling Chunann speak, Chu Lingling's expression softened a lot. "Okay."

A few steps into their walk, 098 said, "Host, the male lead isn't moving."

The path was flanked by weeds, only wide enough for one person. Hearing 098, Ling Chunann hummed in acknowledgment, slowing down to let Chu Lingling lead the way.

Chu Lingling didn't notice Han Chen hadn't followed and continued to talk to Ling Chunann about some of the school's taboos, especially emphasizing not to go to the back mountain.

At the end of the path was a tree, and behind the tree was a flight of stone steps. Chu Lingling walked up to the steps and turned back, suddenly realizing Ling Chunann had disappeared. She hurried back to look for them but couldn't find either near the old well, becoming panicked. "Junior? Han Chen?"

At that moment, Ling Chunann was standing in an underground palace, surrounded by emptiness, with only a sacrificial altar in the center. In front of the altar was a white jade pool, emitting a faint mist. If one ignored the faint smell of blood, it almost had a celestial aura.

"Brother Chen, where are we? How did we suddenly get here?" Ling Chunann looked around, his expression a bit anxious.

Han Chen looked innocent. "I have no idea. Everything blurred, and then we appeared here." He pointed at the white jade pool. "Let's go have a look over there."

Ling Chunann didn't doubt him and walked towards the white jade pool.

Seeing Ling Chunann actually walking towards the pool, 098 couldn't help but remind, "Host, don't go." Right after being pulled into this space, it felt its energy greatly suppressed, making it extremely uncomfortable.

By then, Ling Chunann had already approached the edge of the pool, with Han Chen following behind, his eyes growing more excited.

Just as Ling Chunann was about to step closer to the edge, Han Chen pushed him with the speed of lightning.

"Be careful, host!" It was too late when 098 realized what Han Chen intended; his action was too fast.

As 098 spoke, Ling Chunann sidestepped, avoiding Han Chen's palm. At the same time, he grabbed Han Chen's arm and twisted it harshly, causing a series of cracking sounds. Han Chen cried out in pain, his right arm dangling, its joint dislocated.

Ling Chunann didn't stop there; he dislocated Han Chen's other arm as well.

While doing this, Ling Chunann channeled all his energy, finishing by slapping several talismans on the back of Han Chen's head.

"What are you doing, Xiaoyan?" Han Chen couldn't move, panic on his face.

Ling Chunann stepped back, looked at Han Chen, "You're not Brother Chen. What did you do to him?"

"What are you talking about?" Han Chen smiled. "If I'm not Han Chen, who am I? Xiaoyan, let me go. We still need to find a way out."

"Host is too awesome!" 098 exclaimed.

"He is indeed awesome," Ling Chunann let out such a remark.

"Do you mean... he wasn't controlled?" 098 felt a chill.

"That's not it." Ling Chunann shook his head internally, "There should be no problem within ten minutes. 098, help me with something."

"Of course, host."

"It might be dangerous," Ling Chunann added.

098 was a bit scared but soon mustered courage, "I'll do my best."

Seeing Ling Chunann didn't respond but started exploring the rest of the secret chamber, Han Chen's expression twisted briefly but quickly returned to normal. He smiled at Ling Chunann, "Xiaoyan, let me go. I know where the exit is."

After circling the secret chamber, Ling Chunann sat down in front of Han Chen, "Where?"

"Let me go first," Han Chen said.

"Okay." Ling Chunann nodded and then released the talismans on Han Chen.

"My hands." Han Chen looked pitifully at Ling Chunann.

Ling Chunann then reattached his hands.

The mist in the white jade pool seemed to turn a bit red, but Ling Chunann pretended not to see the anomaly and smiled at Han Chen, "Brother Chen, how do we get out?"

Han Chen moved his now freely moving arms and hands before answering, "Jump into that pool, and we can get out."

"Really?" Ling Chunann asked, his expression a bit guilty, "Then I misunderstood you earlier, I'm sorry, Brother Chen."

"It's okay, I didn't explain clearly," Han Chen generously said. "Let's go then."

"Alright."

This time Han Chen led the way, with Ling Chunann following a step behind him to his side.

"Xiaoyan, stand here." Han Chen stopped by the pool, pointing to a spot beside it.

Ling Chunann stepped onto it, "Jumping down from here can really get us out?"

"Of course," Han Chen laughed. "When have I ever lied to you?"

Ling Chunann looked at the pool, now enshrouded in mist again, hesitated, then stepped back, "I always feel it's dangerous inside, let's find another way."

"You've seen it, there are no other exits in this secret chamber," Han Chen persuaded.

No matter how Han Chen persuaded, Ling Chunann refused to jump into the jade pool. The standoff lasted for ten minutes, with Han Chen's impatience nearly visible, before Ling Chunann finally compromised, "Alright then."

During this time, 098 felt its host was nearly driving Han Chen to madness, lamenting this when Ling Chunann's voice suddenly came through, "098, ready."

"Right, host." 098 tensed up.

As Ling Chunann prepared to jump, Han Chen's eyes gleamed with excitement. However, just then, Ling Chunann retracted his foot, "I still feel..."

Han Chen couldn't hold back anymore, his expression twisted and he made the same pushing gesture towards Ling Chunann.

This time Ling Chunann was unprepared and was pushed down.

Seeing Ling Chunann fall, Han Chen took a deep breath, his eyes unable to hide his joy.

However, his joy lasted no more than two seconds before he found himself immobilized again. At the same time, something seemed to forcefully enter his body, tearing at his soul.

"Ah!" The soul-wrenching pain made Han Chen fall to the ground, he gasped and gritted his teeth, "What are you?"

No one answered him.

The moment Han Chen pushed him, Ling Chunann had applied several layers of protective talismans on himself. Contrary to the seemingly celestial appearance outside, the jade pool was full of vengeful spirits. As soon as Ling Chunann fell in, numerous hands reached out to grab him, breaking through four or five layers of his protective talismans in seconds.

Ling Chunann first reinforced his protective barrier, then looked around. The space here was vast but felt crowded because of all the ghosts.

These ghosts had lost their consciousness and were filled with malevolence. An ordinary person falling in would be torn to shreds instantly, then assimilated. And if Ling Chunann wasn't wrong, their eventual fate would probably be to become "Han Chen's" food.

After about ten minutes, Han Chen could no longer sustain himself and was forcibly ejected from the body, or "it" at this point.

It was a monster with a bull's head, a snake's body, and eagle's claws, resembling but not quite a dragon, with eyes red and body somewhat ethereal. It breathed out a bloody aura, its voice full of anger, "Mortals, you dare to disrespect the Dragon God. I graced your body with my presence, and you are ungrateful!"

Han Chen didn't respond, only looking towards the white jade pool with worry.

"That human suits my taste perfectly. He will become the ultimate sacrifice for my return to the world. Mortal, I allow you to offer your body again, a chance countless mortals dream of. You should feel honored."

"Is that so?" A voice interrupted, belonging to Ling Chunann, who had just fallen into the white jade pool. He stood by the pool, smiled at Han Chen, then turned to the "Dragon," "This... false Dragon King? Hello there."

Hearing the title "false dragon," the creature roared, its red eyes filled with rage, "Didn't you just fall down?"

"Yes, I did," Ling Chunann said, half-smiling, pointing at the white jade pool.

The false dragon followed Ling Chunann's gaze to the pool, then roared, "What have you done?!" Its carefully prepared feast had disappeared.

Ling Chunann showed a smile, shrugged innocently, "Seeing so many wronged souls, I couldn't help but liberate them."

"No, they've become vengeful spirits, they can't be liberated! Hand them over!"

"Who says they can't be liberated?" Ling Chunann raised his hand, showing a mark on his wrist, "In this world, there are no souls that cannot be liberated."

"You, why do you have that?" The false dragon's pupils constricted, its voice filled with fear, then rage, "I didn't

expect the Tang family still had descendants. I will devour you!"

As the false dragon turned into a cloud of black mist rushing towards Ling Chunann, he stood still. Han Chen yelled, "Be careful!"

The black mist enveloped Ling Chunann quickly. Han Chen, or rather the entity within him, 098, was anxious and angry, "Where are the adults? The host is going to die!"

It now had no energy left and could feel that its host also had almost no energy left. Although the false dragon had also expended a lot of effort, it clearly still had strength left. If the host were truly devoured, not to mention failing the mission, even their soul might not be saved.

Realizing the severity of the situation, 098 felt helpless, unable to leave Han Chen's body without Ling Chunann's physical touch.

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