# 256
Chapter 256 – Our Little Nan
A moment later, she slowly stood up.
Her deep eyes lifted to the sky, thoughts unreadable.
“Qiye actually stopped that colossus…” Wen Qimo said in shock. “What on earth happened to him?”
“I don’t know.” Chen Muye shook his head, his face grave. “But… power beyond imagination always demands a price beyond imagination.”
Just then, Hongying turned with a puzzled frown.
“Where’s Leng Xuan?”
“Probably lying on some rooftop again, watching the battlefield through binoculars by himself,” Wen Qimo answered uncertainly. “After all, nothing about Lin Qiye escapes him.”
“Little Nan, Little Nan?”
Hongying turned and saw Si Xiaonan standing alone behind everyone; she froze.
Si Xiaonan’s aura felt… different.
Si Xiaonan’s gaze slid from the sky across the faces before her, then slowly raised her right hand—
Bzzzt——!!
A crushing pressure erupted, pinning every other member of Team 136 in place. At the same time a cold breath seeped from her body, invisibly locking their mental energy.
Even Chen Muye was no exception.
She was “Klein”.
Under that terrifying might the team couldn’t move. They stared at Si Xiaonan, disbelief filling their eyes.
“…Little Nan?” Hongying clenched her teeth, bewildered.
“Little Nan…” Chen Muye’s brows drew together. “Is this mind control?”
“Idiot.” Wu Xiangnan’s voice was low. “Mind control doesn’t suddenly grant someone Klein-level power.”
“He’s right.”
Si Xiaonan stepped forward, pressure still pouring out. “I was never Night Watch. Every document I joined with two years ago was forged. Si Xiaonan… never existed.”
She halted before Chen Muye and spoke softly: “I am an agent—agent of the Trickster God, Loki.”
The moment the last word fell, the air turned deathly still.
“Sorry.” Si Xiaonan’s tone remained calm. “The Shava Scroll—I have to take it.”
Her eyes flashed cold. A hammer seemed to slam into everyone’s mind; consciousness fled.
Si Xiaonan bent and pulled the goatskin parchment from Chen Muye’s coat. With Yama Hall no longer suppressing it, the artifact’s aura spilled out, terrifying and destructive.
“So… this is the Shava Scroll?” she murmured.
…
Tap, tap, tap…
Footsteps echoed down the stairwell as Si Xiaonan, parchment in hand, walked expressionlessly from the rooftop into the agency.
Ding-dong—!
Welcome!
She frowned and glanced toward the door.
A man in a black windbreaker stood there, watching her in silence, eyes complicated.
“Leng Xuan.” Si Xiaonan spoke flatly. “You’re only a mortal. Don’t try to stop me.”
“Little Nan…” His voice was hoarse. “Why?”
“I’m Loki’s agent; deceit is my craft. I came to Cangnan to uncover its secrets and find the Shava Scroll.” Her words were calm. “The Si Xiaonan you knew in Team 136 was a mask—fake from the start. I lied, I used you. Are you satisfied?”
Leng Xuan met her eyes and shook his head. “You’re lying.”
Si Xiaonan’s brows twitched.
“If it was only lies and use…” he said slowly, “why keep your distance? You locked yourself away, silent, lowering your presence on every mission. At team dinners you sat apart, watching us with longing yet never stepping closer. You didn’t even attend Zhao Kongcheng’s burial. Why? If you needed intel and the captain’s trust, you’d have befriended us eagerly.”
Her lips pressed tight; she couldn’t meet his gaze.
Leng Xuan stepped closer.
“Because you were afraid. Afraid that if you got too close, when this day came… you’d soften. Because… you’d already fallen for this place, hadn’t you?”
“Shut up!” Si Xiaonan snapped, fury flashing; pressure crashed down.
Leng Xuan grunted, slammed to the floor, face pale, blood at his lips.
Clutching the parchment, she strode past him. “Next time I take your life.”
She reached the door—he shuffled after her on his knees.
She spun, finger stabbing at his chest!
Crack—!
A small tin box burst against his ribs; photographs fluttered out like butterflies.
Si Xiaonan froze.