Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Was her intelligence completely outmatched by Hongyue? The pressure around Bi'an immediately dropped, and her expression towards Yinyin became unfriendly.

If it were an ordinary girl in her twenties facing such a threatening situation, she might tremble with fear. But Yin Yin just smiled lightly, her eyes filled with mockery as she looked at him.

"Do you think Her Majesty the Queen will praise you or think you are incompetent when she finds out?"

The man on the other side silently stepped back: "What do you want to do?"

The bell rang, and Yinyin rang it first before gesturing to the other side to look at the bow she had placed aside.

“They gave me such a beautiful and useful gift, of course I have to repay them,” Yin Yin said. A little butterfly flew from Yin Yin’s fingertip, circled the bow, and finally landed on her shoulder.

"Okay, okay, I know you like little butterflies too."

Yinyin coaxed Little Butterfly with a few words before looking back at the other side: "So, are you going to fight me? I'm looking forward to it!"

Having said all that, it was impossible for Bi'an to oppose her. After all, she had already obtained the most important item for clearing the level, and he didn't want to be seen as having the same intelligence as Hongyue.

Bi'an turned to leave, but Yin Yin called her back.

"After you clear customs, you won't leave immediately, will you? I have something I want to ask you."

Bi'an raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile spreading across her face: "Oh my, so the clever Miss Yu actually has something to ask me?"

“Of course,” Yin Yin said, not caring whether it was time or not, and rang the bell first. After she finished ringing it, she twirled the mallet in her hand, “After all, the person who recruited me is really irresponsible. He didn’t tell me many things that he should have told me, and I had to figure them out on my own.”

“Is that so? Then this person is indeed a very incompetent guide,” Bi’an said, completely unconcerned whether the person Yin Yin was talking about was actually him. “But what good would it do to know?”

Just like when they first met, Bi'an stood not far from Yin Yin, her face as white as if it had been coated with a thick layer of putty, her lips curled up, and her eyes filled with undisguised malice: "As an ordinary human being, do you think you can survive for long in zero degrees?"

“Of course,” Yin Yin said without changing her expression, “I’m the hunter. You’re still alive, so of course I’ll live well.”

“Not bad,” Bi’an’s face looked even more eerie in the red moonlight. “You even know about the three worlds.”

“That depends on which worlds I’ve been to,” Bi’an’s words were almost explicit, and Yin Yin naturally stopped referring to it as a dungeon.

"Just like in the last world, I had a great time in the castle, and I loved the jewel-encrusted dress and the crystal crown."

"However, it's still a bit of a pity. The time was too short. I didn't get to see the Grand Preceptor, nor did I get to wait for the Queen's return. I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to go back again in the future."

After Yin Yin emphasized the previous world, she kept a close eye on the changes in the other side's expression.

"The Imperial Advisor? The Queen?" Bi'an repeated, looking at Yin Yin with a somewhat ambiguous expression.

“Yes,” Yin Yin said, as if she hadn’t noticed his gaze. “I heard that the Imperial Preceptor is a holy grand mage who can come and go freely even in the far north ice plains.”

The look in her eyes changed slightly: "Anything else?"

Yinyin said slowly, "And..."

"Jingle Bell……"

"Oh dear," Yin Yin said, seeing that the alarm clock had gone off. "I'm so sorry, I'm going to be busy again. Please do as you please, Bi'an."

As Yinyin spoke, she ignored Bi'an beside her and put on her earplugs.

When the bell stopped ringing, Yinyin looked to the side and saw that the other side had already left sometime earlier.

She lowered her eyelids, concealing the interest in her eyes.

The last world was the most carefree, but now it seems it also had the most secrets.

Yinyin looked into the distance, and a figure approached from afar.

It seems it's time to come to an end.

In less than half an hour, everyone had gathered on the clock tower.

"Wow, there are so many people!" The people below didn't move, but the fat man leaned over the railing and looked down. "The crowd stretches from here all the way to the edge. No wonder no one could escape even with a five-minute time difference in the middle."

Yan'er walked to his side: "No matter how strong your abilities are, you're still just a person. Without teleportation, how far can you go in five minutes?"

They have a stable mindset, but they can't manage 110.

He did consider opening the exit passage along the way, but he reassured himself that Old Fatty was right next to him, so he made it safely and smoothly.

But now that they'd come this far, Bai Shiyi felt extremely nervous: "Now that we have all six items, is the Moonlight Arrow you mentioned really there?"

Yinyin ignored him and instead looked at the items placed in front of her: a small porcelain bottle containing powder and some kind of water, a pen and an inkstone, grinding tools, and even a book. There were quite a few items, and they were rather miscellaneous.

Yinyin opened the powder box one by one and examined it.

Very strange.

Because she recognized everything in it and knew how to use it.

Yinyin kept her head down, her eyes constantly shifting in expression.

The fat man leaned closer and said, "Looking at these things, it seems like they're meant to be used for writing something. But I've never used this powder or water before. Are they supposed to be mixed together, ground evenly, and then written on this book?"

Bai Shiyi hadn't received an answer yet, but since he was already here, he could only follow along.

"Everyone guessed the same thing, but the book is so well-worn that we even made a photocopy for it."

As Bai Shiyi spoke, he sighed again: "It was a brainstorming session, but this book is just an ordinary book, without even a hidden compartment."

"However, after some research, they sorted out all the beginnings and end and found that a part of it could be connected into a sentence."

"Impressive," said the fat man. "Organizing this book like this is no easy task."

"What kind of sentences can he possibly string together?"

Bai Shiyi's original intention was to attract everyone's attention before continuing, but Yin Yin was looking down at her book and didn't even glance at him, so he had no choice but to turn his head and pretend he didn't see her.

"The sun rises, the moon moves west, and tomorrow people will be reunited."

The character “朝” is pronounced “zhao” in the same way as in the poem. Yin Yin could understand him because in their real world, there was only one Ming Dynasty, and the royal family of that dynasty was surnamed Zhu, not Li.

Yinyin turned another page and finally found what she was looking for.

In front of everyone, Yin Yin tore that page out.

Her action startled Bai Shiyi: "Ancestor! I'm calling you ancestor, can you please take out the Moonlight Arrow before causing trouble?!"

Seeing that Bai Shiyi was getting too close, Xie Yong stepped forward and blocked him.

Bai Shiyi couldn't see it from his side, but Lao Pang and Yan'er on the side could see it very clearly.

After folding the torn page into a suitable size, Yin Yin held it between the index and middle fingers of her left hand. With just a gentle shake, the paper caught fire.

Yan'er's eyes widened as she asked Old Fatty, "Can you do it?"

The fat man stared in disbelief, then shook his head, saying, "Wake up! This is a book!"

Hearing their conversation, Xie Yong turned around and saw Yin Yin placing the slowly burning pages of the book into the inkstone.

Once inside the inkstone, the flame on the pages suddenly leaped, and in an instant, the pages were burned to ashes.

Yinyin opened the bottle containing the powder and liquid directly, poured both into the container, then picked up the grinding tool and ground everything into a fine powder using the inkstone, mixing them evenly.

Seeing that Yinyin was grinding very slowly, Xie Yong stepped forward and said, "Let me do it."

Yinyin remained silent, but handed him the wooden mallet, gesturing for him to strike the bell.

Old Fatty, who studied Taoist magic, quickly came to advise Xie Yong: "Boss, when doing some things, you have to do the whole process by yourself. If Sister Yinyin doesn't let us help, then we shouldn't touch it. That's the rule."

Bai Shiyi clung to the fat man, his face full of curiosity: "Tell me quickly, how did she suddenly turn that page of the book into ashes? Did she learn magic?"

Yinyin knew all about their discussions, but she slowly fell into a mysterious state, as if she were completely isolated from them.

Xie Yong was standing right next to her, but suddenly felt as if they were in two different worlds, and even wanted to reach out and grab her.

Fatty quickly stopped Xie Yong, saying, "Boss, boss, this kind of state is very rare."

The fat man then sighed, "My master used to say that I was exceptionally talented, and that no one in the sect for at least three generations could surpass me."

"But now, I feel like I'm a million miles away from Sister Yinyin's talent. Just grinding something, and she's already in this state, while we're still talking and ringing bells next to her. It's really enviable!"

Yinyin put down the grinding tools after the clock struck twice more.

A crescent moon appeared in the sky, but in fact, it would be more accurate to describe it as a sliver rather than a crescent. Placed alongside the red moon, it seemed as if it were about to disappear.

Yinyin stretched out her hand, and the moonlight condensed and stretched in her hand into the shape of an arrow.

Bai Shiyi glanced at the moon in the sky, then stared blankly at the arrow in Yin Yin's hand: "No wonder no one has found the Moonlight Arrow for so long. It's one thing if the prerequisites weren't met, but without the moonlight, where would the Moonlight Arrow come from?"

Besides, everyone knows that the Red Moon is problematic. Not only does it have maximum defense-breaking ability, it can also bewitch people's minds. Who wouldn't stay away from it? Who would look up at the sky for no reason?

But if you don't look up at the sky, you can't see the red moon, nor can you see the normal moon.

Yinyin picked up a brush, dipped it in the mixed liquid in the inkstone, and applied it to the arrow, starting from the tip and ending at the fletching. The Moonlight Arrow, originally as solid as the moon, took on a deep, dark blue hue.

To put it in more detail, it's probably like the feeling of the night sky and the moon coming together.

Yinyin picked up her bow, walked to the railing of the clock tower, and aimed it at the red moon in the sky.

"Faith in the Red Moon!"

The red moon suddenly shone brightly, and the crowd below the clock tower began to stir, trying to squeeze into the entrance of the clock tower.

Xie Yong quickly rang the bell.

The crowd paused for a moment, then continued to move inside.

Old Fatty and the others noticed this and quickly told Xie Yong, "The bell has stopped working; it has no effect on these people at all."

Xie Yong looked at Yin Yin, who was aiming and gathering her strength, and made a decision: "Let's go, we'll guard the goal."

Even the chimes couldn't control the crowd; if left unchecked, they might charge forward. The influx and pressure of such a large crowd, exceeding the bell tower's capacity, could also cause it to collapse.

Therefore, even Bai Shiyi did not refuse Xie Yong's decision and left with him.

When Yin Yin aimed the arrow at Hong Yue, Hong Yue used even more of her seductive power on Yin Yin, attempting to interfere with Yin Yin's accuracy or make Yin Yin give up directly.

But to His surprise, Yin Yin's arrow tip did not deviate or waver at all from beginning to end.

Red Moon can only intensify its enticement efforts and focus more attention on the crowd below.

After Xie Yong and the others disappeared, the little butterfly flew out again and landed on Yin Yin's bow, the tip of the arrow tinged with an icy blue light.

The arrow is released from the bow.

The arrow pierced through the clouds and shot straight towards the red moon.

The red moon tried to hide, even hiding behind the normal moon, but it was too big. How could the faint moon, barely a sliver, possibly block it?

The arrow of moonlight pierced deeply into the red moon.

A whistling sound rang in Yin Yin's ears.

"Hiss," Yin Yin covered her ears, but it was no use. The Red Moon unleashed its energy without reservation, and even the faces of the people below became distorted.

Yinyin suppressed the buzzing in her head, drew three more arrows, aimed at the red moon, and fired all three at once.

Two of the arrows were planted elsewhere on the Red Moon, while the middle one embedded all the previous arrows inside the Red Moon.

The little butterfly fluttered its wings, and the freezing began.

The howling of the red moon ceased, and now, its crimson form resembled a giant hawthorn berry coated in icy blue sugar, with an arrow beside it for easy picking up and eating.

The crowd below was still chaotic, but compared to their purposeful attempt to enter the clock tower earlier, they now seemed more like headless flies, wandering aimlessly.

But the more they do this, the greater the harm they cause.

Yinyin picked up the mallet and rang the bell again.

This time, the crowd below quieted down and retreated in an orderly fashion.

Xie Yong and the others breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the top floor.

"Wow, Sister Yinyin," Old Fatty said, looking at the red moon now, "It looks so delicious, I'm actually a little hungry for a moment, why is that?"

“Don’t even mention it,” Bai Shiyi said, rubbing his stomach. “I’m a little bit pregnant now too.”

"I should be a mental worker, but I overexerted myself with exercise today."

As Bai Shiyi spoke, his eyes darted around: "No, you have to compensate me. I don't want much else, but you have to let me earn the money for a candied hawthorn, right?"

"Are you awake yet?" Old Fatty sincerely suggested, "If you're still sleepwalking, I can borrow a wooden mallet from Sister Yinyin and give you a whack on the head to help you enter a deep sleep."

"Of course, if one attempt doesn't work, you can try two or three more, it all depends on how resilient your head is."

Yan'er walked directly to the other side of the 111, revealing a "kind" smile.

"Don't listen to Fatty. He's not strong enough, that's why it takes so many strokes."

"You can choose me. If I do it, it'll only take one time, and I guarantee you won't have any trouble waking up again."