I Received Messages From Future Self!
Chapter 547 - 543: A New Round of Life and Death Race

Chapter 547: Chapter 543: A New Round of Life and Death Race

Since there are so many Blacklist members present, Fang Xiaocao naturally wouldn’t miss out on this perfect opportunity to set off fireworks. Fang Xiaocao expressed: head-popping fun, enjoyable, addictive.

As Fang Xiaocao intensified the output of her spiritual power.

The Blood Jade Ring at her brow glowed red.

The Blood Jade Ring was like a high-powered amplifier, magnifying Fang Xiaocao’s spiritual power infinitely and instantly radiating across the battlefield.

The enemies charging toward Tom and his companions—those who were Blacklist members—immediately showed abnormal reactions. Some were convulsing, others clutching their heads while taking deep breaths repeatedly.

Witnessing this scene, Fang Xiaocao sneered coldly.

"Don’t worry. It won’t hurt after it explodes."

Fang Xiaocao mumbled to herself.

She once again increased the output of her spiritual power.

The glowing red light of the Blood Jade Ring became increasingly piercing.

The Blacklist members were in even greater agony.

"Boom!"

Fang Xiaocao casually uttered a single word.

The next second!

As if responding to Fang Xiaocao.

Boom! Boom! Boom—

Muffled sounds echoed one after another.

"Holy crap!"

"What kind of Demon Art is this?"

"Oh my god!"

Shouts of panic erupted across the scene.

Fang Xiaocao retracted the Blood Jade Ring.

The battlefield had devolved into utter chaos.

Nearly half of their companions had inexplicably suffered head explosions, throwing even those with strong nerves into a spiral of inexplicable terror.

Despair and fear incessantly eroded their rationality.

This was modern times, or else if it had been feudal superstitious ancient times, such a stunt during a skirmish would have immediately caused a camp-wide upheaval and collapse.

Guaranteed the enemy would break down without needing an attack.

Fang Xiaocao had utilized the Blacklist’s chips to annihilate all Blacklist members in one fell swoop, plunging the remaining Pawnshop team into panic.

This was exactly what Fang Xiaocao wanted.

With a wave of her hand, Hidden Weapons that had been ready to strike were unleashed instantaneously.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Fang Xiaocao waved her hand repeatedly, each time sending out several Hidden Weapons.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Xiaocao had launched dozens of Hidden Weapons, which flew toward the enemies.

Fang Xiaocao’s Hidden Weapons served as the call to attack. Tom and the others immediately followed the trajectory of the Hidden Weapons, charging toward the enemies.

Earlier, knowing Fang Xiaocao wanted to set off head-popping fireworks, Tom and his group had intentionally slowed down.

Now, with Fang Xiaocao sounding the call to attack.

Tom and his companions no longer held back, charging forward at full speed, nearly stepping in time with the Hidden Weapons as they entered the enemy ranks and launched a massacre.

The Pawnshop team was utterly stunned.

Still reeling from their teammates’ sudden head explosions, they found their comrades shot down by Hidden Weapons.

Just as they began to react, before they had time to counterattack, Tom and the other eight had already arrived in their midst.

Many didn’t even have time to swing their blades before being killed, leaving the world with lingering resentment.

Three minutes later!

Tom and the other eight were already cleaning up the battlefield.

They claimed all usable weapons as their own.

After all, they were planning to escape Shu.

The road ahead was long, and even the finest steel-forged weapons.

Would eventually be depleted after multiple bouts of intense fighting. Fatigued and fleeing, they wouldn’t have the means to replenish their arsenal.

Thus, looting weapons from enemy corpses became the most convenient way to replenish their supplies.

"Move the forklift; we’re hitting the road."

Seeing that the battlefield cleaning was more or less done, Fang Xiaocao immediately ordered them to continue their journey.

From the Pawnshop and Blacklist’s pursuit and blockade, Fang Xiaocao had a feeling that the next wave of pursuers was likely not far behind.

Zuo Ci and that mysterious Super Master were probably closing in by now.

They moved aside two forklifts. Tom drove on, and this time he switched to a new route; Fang Xiaocao instructed the remaining five people to split up, hoping to divert the pursuers.

After traveling less than ten kilometers, Fang Xiaocao felt a stabbing pain in her head, her vision darkening momentarily.

She knew this was the backlash from severing a spiritual bond—one of the five had died!

"Tom, speed up."

"One of them is dead already."

Fang Xiaocao rubbed her temples, taking frequent deep breaths to soothe the discomfort in her head, gritting her teeth as she instructed Tom.

"Got it!"

Tom responded, stomping harder on the accelerator.

The car surged forward at an increased speed.

Another five kilometers down, just as Fang Xiaocao had begun to recover, she was hit by another dizzying wave.

Another one of the five had met their end.

The overwhelming vertigo nearly made Fang Xiaocao vomit. She closed her eyes and leaned against the seat, taking a long pause to recover.

"Another one’s dead."

"This time it happened faster than the first."

"They must have a way to track precisely."

Fang Xiaocao gritted her teeth as she spoke.

Two deaths among the hypnotized within such a short period left her intensely uncomfortable. Though the backlash from severing spiritual bonds hadn’t caused any direct harm to Fang Xiaocao, the physiological discomfort was extreme.

Dizziness, nausea, the urge to vomit.

The symptoms were akin to a concussion.

"That seems likely,"

Tom nodded in agreement.

"The first person took ten kilometers. Logically, since the second person was presumably moving too, even if they were being chased, it should’ve exceeded ten kilometers. But it was just five, meaning they pinpointed the second person’s location rather than doubling back, opting for a direct lateral shortcut instead."

Tom’s sharp mind quickly reasoned out a plausible explanation.

"Exactly, that’s what I thought too."

Fang Xiaocao took a sip of water to soothe her discomfort.

She fully agreed with Tom’s analysis—it matched her suspicions.

"They don’t have a tracking device on the car, do they?"

Mantis asked, visibly anxious.

Tom and Fang Xiaocao simultaneously narrowed their eyes, considering the possibility.

Soon, Tom shook his head.

"Unlikely. I bought the car myself."

"It was a last-minute decision anyway."

"Neither the Pawnshop nor the Blacklist could’ve predicted ahead of time which model or car I’d buy."

Tom declared confidently.

Despite Tom’s self-assured statement, Fang Xiaocao shook her head: "No, it’s possible."

"Don’t forget, there’s someone on the car we just subdued."

As she spoke, Fang Xiaocao cast her gaze toward the Store Manager she had hypnotized into submission.

The Store Manager, kneeling dog-like on the seat, panting with his tongue out, looked every bit the loyal mutt.

"Him?"

Tom was slightly taken aback.

Suspiciously, he glanced at the panting Store Manager through the rearview mirror.

"Princess Your Highness, if someone’s hypnotized, don’t you sense it? And anyway, he looks so much like a dog—it doesn’t seem like he’s faking it."

Tom felt that anyone who could act so convincingly like a canine wasn’t pretending.

No sane person could act this dog-like.

Fang Xiaocao shook her head: "It’s not about him faking it—what if there’s a tracking device on him?"

With that, Fang Xiaocao reached out and tore open the Store Manager’s jacket, revealing his toned physique.

On his chest, beneath the skin, a blinking red dot was clearly visible.