It’s normal to have skills in Wangwang, right?

Chapter 392 Brave

Liu Lingyin instinctively sensed something was off about the group and decided to discreetly walk past them quickly.

But just as they were passing each other, the main culprit who had deliberately capsized her jet ski at sea suddenly stopped, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Liu Lingyin's face.

"Hey! Wait!" he shouted gruffly, his tone full of hostility.

The others also stopped, their gazes all focusing on Liu Lingyin.

Liu Ling sensed something was wrong and quickened her pace.

"Stop! I told you to stop!"

With Liu Lingyin's weak physique, how far could she run? She was quickly overtaken by her opponent in a few steps and blocked.

The young man recognized her! Liu Lingyin's delicate oriental face and unique black hair stood out in the colorful world, and the three men who rushed to save her at that time also had hair colors that matched those three terrifying tennis fanatics.

She's the girl who was with those three lunatics... No wonder!

Those three were deliberately retaliating, retaliating for causing the girl's boat to capsize and fall into the sea.

It's just playing around! Is it really that big of a deal?

"She's in cahoots with those three bastards!"

He pointed at Liu Lingyin, his voice rising with anger, carrying a ferocious quality as if he had finally found an outlet for his frustration.

In an instant, five or six tall figures moved, completely blocking the narrow alleyway entrance.

They surrounded Liu Lingyin, still grieving and ashamed from their harsh experience on the tennis court, and burning with anger at their empty wallets.

His unfriendly gaze swept over her from head to toe, a kind of displaced anger and bullying malice.

The weather in England is unpredictable; even though it wasn't yet evening, the lights in the alleyways seemed to have dimmed. The sea breeze carried the aromas of the nearby food street, but it couldn't dispel the sudden tension and sense of danger that had risen in the area.

Liu Lingyin stopped, gripped the backpack strap tightly, her relaxed expression vanished, and her eyes calmly swept over everyone surrounding her.

Judging from what these people said before and now, it seems that these guys had already suffered a lot at the hands of Allen and his two companions without her knowledge.

And now, she just happened to run into her friend, a soft-spoken girl who was all alone, and she came looking for an easy target.

But if you want to take advantage of her, you have to see if she agrees!

A fleeting thought flashed in Liu Lingyin's bright black eyes.

Liu Lingyin looked around. Some of the passersby who were passing by showed reluctance in their eyes, while others pretended not to see her and turned their gaze elsewhere, but all walked away in a hurry.

After all, one can't fight against many. Faced with five or six tall young men, even if he wanted to help, he was powerless. He could only choose to leave quickly and secretly call the police.

Although she knew in her heart that, given the police's response time, the matter would definitely be over by the time the police arrived, she still hoped that someone would come to help the girl as soon as possible.

Those who were worried hid to the side, nervously calling the police while secretly observing how the situation continued to develop.

However, what happened next left the woman who was calling the police and a few other passersby who had stopped to watch speechless with shock.

When Liu Lingyin discovered that her escape route was blocked, she did not panic or scream and cry like an ordinary girl. Instead, she calmly stared at the several tall young men surrounding her. Her calm gaze made the menacing men feel a strange sense of pressure.

The young man who recognized Liu Lingyin, his face contorted with anger and the lingering resentment from his previous "tennis lesson," arrogantly roared in English, "Stop talking nonsense! Hand over your money, your phone, and this bag—all the valuables you're carrying! Do you hear me?!" Before he finished speaking, he impatiently reached out and roughly grabbed the strap of Liu Lingyin's backpack, attempting to snatch it directly.

With a light, nimble sidestep, Liu Lingyin deftly avoided his sweaty hand, her movements swift and decisive, leaving him with nothing to grasp.

She may not be physically strong, but that doesn't mean she's clumsy.

"F**k!" The young man was furious after being repeatedly thrashed in tennis and now even failing to steal a bag. He felt he had lost face in front of his teammates. He roared and was about to pounce again.

"Don't worry."

Liu Lingyin finally spoke. Her voice wasn't loud, but it strangely overpowered the other person's angry curses and clearly reached everyone's ears.

She even slightly raised her chin, her tone carrying an almost leisurely reminder:

"You want my 'good stuff', right? Before you decide to continue or try to steal my bag... I suggest you take a look at what I have in my hand before deciding whether you want it or not, okay?"

Her behavior was so unusual that everyone around her, including the furious young man, was involuntarily drawn to her, their gazes unconsciously focusing on her delicate, fair hands.

"What the hell?" another young man muttered impatiently, but his eyes also showed a hint of wariness.

Liu Lingyin slowly raised her right hand, palm up, fingers long and slender. She flicked her wrist very slightly, the movement so fast it was almost invisible, as if she had just casually flipped her palm.

The next moment, several palm-sized, square "yellow paper strips" appeared as if by magic between her index and middle fingers, which she held firmly.

The yellow paper itself wasn't unusual, but the design on it caused the pupils of one of the red-haired young men among the group of Europeans to contract instantly—

It was a complex, twisted, red symbol (scribbles) drawn with bright red cinnabar, which they could not understand at all. The red color seemed to carry an ominous, pulsating luster, full of the mystery and eeriness unique to foreign cultures.

Liu Lingyin's magician-like technique left the young people stunned, as if their brains needed time to process this scene that was beyond their comprehension.

But then everyone burst into laughter.

"Ha...hahaha...you don't actually think you can make us happy and let us go with just a few magic tricks, do you?"

"Your magic trick was pretty good, but unfortunately it didn't work!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Among the five or six tall young men, one with red hair couldn't help but gasp and take two steps back after seeing what Liu Lingyin was holding.

A brown-haired companion who was standing nearby saw him back and curiously followed, asking in a low voice, "What's wrong? Do you recognize what that girl is holding?"

The red-haired youth wasn't sure either! He could only offer his guess: "You know, I have Chinese neighbors!"

"I know, I've been living here for a long time. So what?"

"Do you know why that Chinese family has never been robbed or stolen from?"

The brown-haired youth replied with a "what nonsense are you spouting?" look, "Of course! Everyone in the world knows that Chinese people know martial arts! Who would be so foolish as to steal from them? That would be pure suicide."

The red-haired youth shook his head, giving him a knowing look that said, "You have a secret to keep you guessing."

"It's not because of that. If it's about martial arts, you can't out-rob them, but you can steal from them when they're not home!"

The brown-haired youth, growing impatient, urged:

"Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me what happened."

"This is not the first time. Our family went on a trip together, but because of the weather, we couldn't go to the places we had planned to visit, so we had to go home early."

By the time we drove home, it was already evening! When we checked the house, we found a fire in the backyard of the house where the Chinese family lived. We initially thought they were playing with fire and wanted to warn them, but guess what happened next?

"What do I care? Just tell me already." (╬￣皿￣)

"Hehe! When we went in to take a look, the person in the yard was just casually flicking a piece of yellow paper in the air and it spontaneously combusted. I thought he was practicing magic, but my sister was curious and asked him directly. And you know what happened?"

The red-haired youth's voice became increasingly agitated as he spoke. (???)

"I don't know anything."

F**k (╬￣皿￣)

"Uh! Haha... Sorry, I'll continue, I'll continue."

Sensing the intensity of his friend's bulging veins, the red-haired youth quickly shrank his neck and continued speaking.

"That Chinese man actually claimed he was exorcising demons and praying for blessings, saying that what he was holding wasn't ordinary paper, but a talisman. You know... uh! What that Chinese man didn't say was that the talisman wasn't just for exorcising demons and praying for blessings, you know... uh! The talisman could also cast curses."

(?▂?)

Seeing the disbelieving look in the brown-haired youth's eyes, as if to say, "I'm listening to your nonsense," the red-haired youth grew anxious and quickly continued:

"At first, we just thought it was interesting, so we shared it with our friends and family when we were chatting with them."

At first, everyone took it as a joke, but one day a thief actually broke into the house. However, before the thief could even enter the house to steal anything, he fell down in the yard and broke his leg.

After the thief was taken away by the police, the Chinese man's home instantly became a no-go zone for criminals.

After all, offending someone might at most result in injury or being locked up for a few days, but offending that particular family could mean dying without even knowing why, since they're using a curse!

"It's true, there's a notorious thief named F in our area. He's the one who tested this firsthand, and he's still in jail! It's not that he can't get out, it's that he doesn't want to. Or rather, ever since he failed to break into that Chinese man's house, he's been so unlucky that he can only be safe in jail, so he's afraid to come out."

Are you sure it's F?

The red-haired youth nodded vigorously:

"Yes, yes! It's absolutely true! And it's not just F, there are several other motorcycle gangs you've heard of that are now too afraid to ride motorcycles."

Otherwise, why do you think the housing prices in our area are higher than in other areas? Especially the houses near where the Chinese live, the prices are really high.

I heard someone offered two or three times the price to buy it. If it weren't for our family's relatively good financial situation and the good security in the area, my dad would have considered selling the house. But I think my dad is probably just trying to get lucky by being nearby.

"Are you sure that girl is holding the talisman you mentioned?"

“I’m pretty sure it’s a talisman. Look at that special yellow paper with a red picture. It’s rare to begin with. And now it’s been taken by a girl with black hair and black eyes who is clearly Asian. And look at that 3/7 stance, that arrogant posture. I’ve only ever seen that on Chinese people. Tell me, with that girl’s fearless attitude, I don’t believe it’s not a talisman!”

After listening, the brown-haired man carefully and secretly observed Liu Lingyin for a while. Seeing her confident demeanor, he felt a little uneasy. The red-haired youth had no reason to make up a story that could be easily verified to deceive him, and the girl was truly unafraid of them!

Seeing the young man who had tried to snatch Liu Lingyin's backpack earlier, and wanting to rush forward again without a second thought, the brown-haired youth rolled his eyes, carefully observed the surrounding environment, grabbed the red-haired youth's left arm with his right hand, took a few steps back, and quickly dodged and crouched to the side in one smooth motion, demonstrating his physical fitness from playing tennis.

What followed made him incredibly grateful for his wise decision.

The dim light fragmented the alley into pieces of light and shadow. The yellow talisman paper between Liu Lingyin's fingers shone with an old, warm hue in the dim light, while the blood-red runes on it exuded an indescribable coldness and eeriness.

After a brief moment of surprise, the young man in the lead, emboldened by his companion's gaze and his remaining pride, became enraged. "What kind of nonsense is this! A mere charade!" he spat, his face hardening again. Deciding to ignore the Eastern girl's charade, he took another step forward, his arm muscles bulging, ready to seize the item directly.

Just as his foot landed and his center of gravity shifted forward—

Liu Lingyin's eyes narrowed slightly. She flicked the talisman between her index and middle fingers with extreme lightness, the movement as swift as a willow swaying in the wind, carrying an indescribable rhythm.

"call--"

Facing the slightly salty sea breeze blowing through the alley, the few thin sheets of yellow paper suddenly burst into a cluster of eerie blue flames the moment they left her fingertips!

The flames were not the usual orange-red, but an almost cold, eerie blue, with tiny, static-like purple glints dancing at their edges. They burned silently and violently, at an astonishing speed, turning the yellow paper into a few wisps of swirling, sparking ash in the blink of an eye.

However, before the ashes had even settled, another mutation occurred!

From the center of the burnt-out talisman, several thin, yet dazzling, beams of red light suddenly shot out! These beams weren't straight lines; rather, they seemed to possess a living, twisting, and flickering quality, like several enraged crimson snakes, or fragments of lightning breaking free of their restraints, accompanied by a chilling, hissing sound that cut through the air.

With a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, they accurately pounced on the four young people who remained in place and had not yet had time to react effectively—including the leader who was about to touch Liu Lingyin's backpack.

The red light was so fast that they only had time to see a fleeting afterimage across their retina, too fast to make any dodging or blocking maneuvers.

"WTF is that?!"

"what?!"

"what--!"

The horrified screams and the instinctive cries of pain rang out almost simultaneously.