Chapter 952: Undoubted Death

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Unless she had already become a god, she would definitely not live past today.

Peng Chan sneered. “If you apologize to me, I’ll let you choose your method of death. First, I’ll plant a huge bomb in the car and we’ll both be reduced to ashes. Second, I’ll drive the car into the river and drown you.”

Both methods could easily kill Yu Su.

This was also suggested by Sacred Blood.

Worried that Yu Su might escape, the Holy Blood installed a door and window lock system in the car. As long as Yu Su entered, she would not be able to open the car window unless she used brute force.

Peng Chan laughed wildly.

Yu Su also smiled. “Looks like you’re very confident that you can kill me today?”

“Of course!”

There was viciousness in Peng Chan’s eyes. “If I didn’t have full confidence, why would I risk my life?”

Even if he died again, he would not let Yu Su live.

Yu Su had to die!

Yu Su sighed softly and shook her head. “The person you’re working with is Sacred Blood, right?”

“Hmph!”

Peng Chan snorted coldly and did not answer.

He didn’t want to be tricked.

Yu Su looked at him pitifully. “You’re really pitiful. You’ve always been played by him.”

“Bull**!”

Peng Chan became agitated and retorted, “Sacred Blood and I are working together.”

He was not controlled by Sacred Blood.

He had done all these voluntarily, including perishing together with Yu Su.

Yu Su shook her head. “No, no. He treated you as a fool and probably revived you to deal with me. When I die and you die, he can fight for territory in the metaphysical world.”

Sacred Blood was obviously planning to kill two birds with one stone.

Peng Chan turned his head away. “You’re going to die today anyway. Don’t say so much.”

No matter what Yu Su said, he would not change his mind.

The corners of Yu Su’s lips curled up. “Don’t you want to know the reason why your cultivation talent slowly disappeared back then?”

“What?”

Peng Chan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you know?”

That’s not right. How did Yu Su know about this?

When he was in his twenties, Peng Chan’s cultivation talent was not bad. He was considered one of the best among his peers.

However, in the year of his 30s, he fainted for more than half a month after a wave of dizziness.

After waking up, his talent disappeared.

It was as if it had never existed.

Peng Chan had also visited many metaphysical masters, but most of them could not explain why.

His motivation was gradually lost.

If his father, Ming Kun, had not told him that he could absorb the luck of others to increase his strength, he would not have been able to manage the Daoist Association.

In other words, after his talent disappeared, he embarked on the path of seizing luck.

Yu Su said, “Your talent was taken away by Sacred Blood.”

Her face was calm, as if she had known all along.

“Impossible!”

Peng Chan slammed the steering wheel and turned to look at Yu Su. “What exactly do you know?”

How did Yu Su know about this?

Could it really be done by Sacred Blood?

Every question made Peng Chan feel that his beliefs had been overturned.

Yu Su smiled. “I’m now at the perfected realm. Of course, my divination ability is very strong. I’ve divined some truths.”

At this point, she stopped.

Peng Chan said excitedly, “Hurry up and say it. Otherwise, I’ll let you die now.”

Yu Su still had a smile on her lips. “The truth is that you’ve been deceived.”

“Your talent isn’t bad to begin with. The one who’s lacking is Ming Kun. Ming Kun is already addicted to snatching other people’s luck. He also has some deals with Sacred Blood.”

“Sacred Health can no longer be separated from these transactions. He wants to develop a person, and that person is you.”

“If your talent is high and you can extend your lifespan by relying on your own cultivation, it will be detrimental to Sacred Blood. Sacred Blood has cast a spell on you and destroyed your talent. Thus, you became trash.”

As Yu Su spoke, she observed Peng Chan’s expression.

Peng Chan’s expression became increasingly worse.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly and was on the verge bursting into anger. It was as if he could be set on fire.

At this moment, Peng Chan smiled.

Peng Chan looked at Yu Su. “Aren’t you saying all this to stall for time and wait for help?”

He thought that he had seen through Yu Su’s thoughts.

Yu Su shook her head. “I’ve already said that I won’t die today. You’re the one who will die. Your soul will dissipate after today.”

She believed in her divination.

Therefore, she was not flustered at all.

Seeing that she was not flustered at all, Peng Chan became even angrier.

He said, “If you apologize to me, I can let you choose the method of death freely. You can choose to explode or drown. Choose one!”