Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?

Chapter 67: I’ve Got More
Lin Lingling followed the path of the lightning strike.
Finally, in a five-meter-wide crater, she found the charred corpse of the wolf demon.
“Its jawbone is shattered… Based on the fracture pattern, it looks like it was hit by a blunt weapon. That means the powerhouse’s weapon was probably a hammer or a staff.”
Since a bigshot had already handled the situation and there was no scent of human blood, it meant the missing three were safe.
So, without any burden on her conscience, Lin Lingling crouched down and began studying the wolf’s corpse.
She reached out, picked up a wolf bone, and lightly pinched it—
It crumbled into dust.
Her pupils contracted. “A lightning-based attack… and with this much power… Could it be… a General-level slayer?!”
Lin Lingling was shocked by her own deduction.
Currently, Demon Slayers were ranked into four levels: White, Scholar, Soldier, and General.
She was only at White-level, which meant she was considered a civilian Demon Slayer.
Civilians could take missions but weren’t officially employed.
It was similar to being a bounty hunter—no forced assignments, work was voluntary, and killing demons for profit was fair game.
However, if you overestimated yourself and got killed… well, tough luck. No one was coming to collect your body.
Lin Lingling had been paying for her tuition with money earned from slaying demons.
Otherwise, who knew where she’d be right now? Probably screwing bolts in some sketchy sweatshop.
Her ultimate goal? To become an officially recognized Demon Slayer—only then would she gain access to the real secrets of this world.
“Hmm? What’s this?”
She bent down and picked up a piece of yellow paper.
It was lying just three meters from the wolf’s corpse.
Intricate vermillion symbols were drawn on it—runes that pulsed with latent thunder energy.
The moment she realized what she was holding, her fingers trembled.
If she had demonic energy in her, she’d probably be incinerated on the spot.
“So the lightning earlier… came from this talisman.”
Lin Lingling inhaled sharply.
If the powerhouse was able to unleash that level of destruction just by using a talisman…
This was unprecedented.
Even the strongest Demon Slayer in Huaxia couldn’t pull off something like that.
Who the hell was this person?!
She steadied herself and continued following the footprints.
Finally, near the wolf’s corpse, she found an old, abandoned ranger’s cabin.
“Why hasn’t the wolf shown up yet?”
“Huai’an-ge, how can you say that?!” Su Xingchen turned pale.
The cameraman was speechless. “What, are you looking forward to it?”
“No, it’s just—according to the Law of Balanced Danger, if we’re safe, it means the other group is probably in trouble.”
Chen Huai’an rubbed his chin and said casually, “Those two wolves were huge. Do you really think Zhang and the others could survive just by hiding in the van?” 𝖗ãŊƟ𝖇ʧ
At his words, Su Xingchen and the cameraman’s expressions darkened.
Right…
If the van crew was dead, wouldn’t they be next?
How could they outrun these beasts in the middle of a mountain wilderness?
Just then—
Creak—
The cabin door slowly swung open.
Moonlight poured in, casting a huge shadow on the wall.
But it wasn’t a wolf.
It was… a girl.
Lin Lingling stood in the doorway, illuminated by the moon, and examined the three people inside.
Two men and one woman.
One bald guy, one innocent-looking young woman, and one buff cameraman.
None of them looked like a powerhouse.
They had no aura of inner strength.
So the bigshot wasn’t here?
Her eyes flickered with doubt.
Had the powerhouse already left?
As expected of a General-level Demon Slayer.
Come and go without a trace—a mere rookie like her couldn’t even detect them.
“Little sister, there are wolves outside. Hurry in and hide.”
Seeing a cute schoolgirl, Su Xingchen let out a sigh of relief.
Though… why was she carrying a long spear on her back?
Cosplay?
Whatever. As long as she wasn’t a wolf, that was good enough.
“The wolves are already dead.”
Lin Lingling’s spear was still dripping blood, but her face remained emotionless as she spoke in a trembling, frightened tone:
“Oh no, I was just hiking, and then I saw a wolf’s corpse… I panicked and ran here… I’m so scared~”
Su Xingchen: “…”
This girl is suspicious as hell.
Meanwhile, Chen Huai’an’s gaze locked onto her.
His eyes scanned her up and down before stopping at her hand.
Then, he blinked.
“Little sister, where did you find that talisman?”
Lin Lingling froze.
She looked at Chen Huai’an.
Then she looked again.
And again.
And again—
Until she was staring hard.
Holy shit.
He’s… he’s really freaking hot.
When she first entered, she hadn’t paid attention.
Now that she looked closer… she wanted to superglue her eyes to his face.
But she was a dignified Demon Slayer!
She forcefully suppressed her internal fangirl meltdown, coughed twice, and responded with a straight face:
“Talisman? No idea what you’re talking about. That’s just… my keychain.”
Demon Slayers were sometimes forced into public exposure.
In the past, monsters were rare, so they had to completely conceal their identities, often making civilians sign non-disclosure agreements.
Later, authorities even developed memory-erasing drugs.
But these days, monsters were everywhere.
Secrecy was becoming impossible, and those drugs were too expensive to hand out like candy.
So, unless the monster looked completely unnatural, the official narrative was simple:
“It mutated from drinking seawater.”
And Demon Slayers?
They were just “highly skilled martial artists.”
Sometimes, they worked alongside security forces and were called Special Operations Agents.
Bottom line—the public could never know the truth.
So, naturally, her first instinct was to deny everything.
Unfortunately—
“…But this talisman should be mine, right?”
To prove his point, Chen Huai’an reached into his jacket pocket—
And pulled out a wrinkled Thunderfire Talisman.
Keychain, my ass.
This schoolgirl might look pure and innocent, but she was a straight-up liar.
Lin Lingling: “?”
“Look, I’ve got more.”
Chen Huai’an casually pulled out five more talismans.
Lin Lingling: “???”
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