Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 302 - 302 45 The Mass Wish Festival End_3

302: Chapter 45 The Mass Wish Festival (End)_3 302: Chapter 45 The Mass Wish Festival (End)_3 Miss Shiyu has such a strong attack flair, huh.

The vortex of Zero Island is enveloping both of us above our heads, and just a glance at it last night conjured up a tangled dream.

Are you cursing people out today because you’re dying for Lord God to give us trouble?

If you want to die, don’t drag me into it!!

Gongsun Ce said with a pained face, “Lord Yidou Nengmai has a generous heart; she is young and foolish, all ignorant talk…”

Shiyu Ling grabbed his collar, “You, the guy who said last night that you’d help me, are chickening out here today?!”

“I’m actually protecting you from divine punishment, you idiotic woman!!”

Yidou Nengmai quietly observed from the table front.

She had seen all types of humans over the years but had never seen anyone perform a comic dialogue right in front of a god; she found it quite amusing.

She waited for the two to finish bickering and then said, “Tonight, what you should have received will be returned to you here.”

She rolled a bean in her hand, and in a flash, the little red bean glowed with a golden light, then all was retracted.

Yidou Nengmai placed the red bean on the table, then no longer spoke, closed her eyes, as if she were about to leave.

However, Gongsun Ce still remembered her tracking signs all the way, remembered that this Lord God had been paying attention since he came to Zero Island.

He picked up the red bean and asked, “Lord Yidou Nengmai, would you like me to take a look at your wish?”

Yidou Nengmai smiled with Linai’s face.

“If it’s not too much trouble, please take a look.”

It was, in fact, quite troublesome.

Yidou Nengmai had appeared by borrowing Linai’s body, which meant he couldn’t use the Netherworld Eyes to see the true form of this god; he had only the clues at hand to rely on.

Thinking of things related to Yidou Nengmai, the initial goodwill when he first came to Zero Island, the following tracking, and the end of the Wish Festival when Linai played Her story, Linai referred to it as a rehearsal for the Calamity God Festival…

Calamity God Festival…?

The young man with gray hair tentatively said, “What might happen at this year’s Calamity God Festival…

Do you want to stop that event?”

Both saw quite clearly, “Linai’s” face indeed showed an appreciative smile at that moment.

In the next instant, the little witch’s demeanor changed, and the person sitting at the table returned to the familiar Linai they knew.

She opened her eyes, groggy, and seeing the two men opposite her, sprung up from her chair.

“Eh?!

Wha-what happened?!”

The Superpower Users, with grave expressions, said, “Miss Linai, you fainted from exhaustion after dancing just now.

We all wanted to take care of you, but you wreaked havoc with nunchaku while sleepwalking, and really wore us out…”

“No way?!” Linai exclaimed, “Impossible, I haven’t sleepwalked since middle school!”

“Joking, actually you were possessed by Lord Yidou Nengmai.”

Linai patted her flat chest and sighed with relief.

“So, I was possessed by Lord God—no way!!!

Don’t talk such disrespectful nonsense about Lord God!!”

The truth isn’t believed by others, what a troublesome world.

Gongsun Ce pondered how to discuss the double agent night Sakura Dance with Linai, thinking she would have an even more interesting reaction after telling her.

Now the time had passed 12 o’clock, and a new day came in silence.

The busy coming and going of demons and ghosts were nowhere to be seen, only leaving three weary people wandering on the street.

It was as if the previous bustle was all an illusion, as if the hidden gods were just a fantasy of the ignorant.

Gongsun Ce fiddled with his glasses, took out the bean, amongst the lost sense of the festival dispersing, he assured himself of the real experiences of the night.

They actually hadn’t gone to many stalls; they’d spent the whole evening busy at the fortune-telling stall, thoroughly worn out.

But from another perspective, the various hidden gods of Purple Island allowed them to meet a whole array during this night.

Gongsun Ce snapped his fingers and said, “How was it, Miss Shiyu?

Just like I said, quite a festival, right?”

“I wasn’t aiming for that kind of festival!” Shiyu Ling snapped back fiercely.

She walked a bit more before saying in an extremely faint voice.

“…It was an unforgettable experience, I suppose.”

Glad you enjoyed it.

The three returned to the hot spring inn, the streets void of people.

The festival of the hidden gods came to an end in such a serene atmosphere.