The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

It did not resist, or rather, it did resist, but Bai Qian could not sense it.

In terms of physical strength, this masked monster doesn't seem to be very strong. Apart from being somewhat durable, he doesn't have any other notable characteristics.

At least for Bai Qian, that's all there is to it.

She couldn't remember how many times she hit the ground before Bai Qian finally stopped.

He stepped back and watched as the masked man staggered to his feet.

It still had no wounds, and its blank expression was somewhat like that of a shadow puppet in a shadow play.

It saw Bai Qian walk up to it again, and it pounced on her once more.

Then he was kicked into the wall.

Hong Yu stood next to Zhao Lin, watching this scene, and swallowed back the provocative words he had originally intended to say.

At this point, it would be appropriate to say something sarcastic to the girl, such as something like "Give up the resistance," or "This adult sent by the Huang family is not someone you can deal with," or "This person cannot be killed."

But Hong Yu couldn't say it.

She couldn't do anything about this Bai Feng from the Huang family, but that didn't mean she couldn't do anything about herself.

At the very least, Hong Yu felt that the first time this person slammed his head to the ground, his head probably exploded like an egg hitting the ground.

The Huang family handed this flag to me, allowing me to control this person. To put it bluntly, this person's weakness is me.

He quietly hid the flag behind his back.

He glanced at Zhao Lin beside him; Zhao Lin was just as surprised, or even more surprised than he was.

There was a hint of surprise and bewilderment in his expression, as if he were doubting himself.

Thinking it over, Hong Yu decided that he should just run away. If the Huang family wanted to deal with him, they could just send someone over themselves. Hong Yu had already made plans before he came.

If she's not too difficult, I'll just take her back. But if she is... the Huang family can handle it themselves.

He was, after all, a constable of the government, and it wasn't right for him to be working for the Huang family all the time.

He bumped right into the black-haired girl who had appeared in front of him without him noticing.

Those dark eyes stared at me, as if they wanted to suck my soul in.

At least, Hong Yu was half-souled when he saw this person quietly appear before him.

His legs almost gave way, and he knelt down in front of Bai Qian.

A white hand stopped in front of Hong Yu's head.

Despite the decline, this person reacted quite quickly.

"Give me the flag." Bai Qian stretched out her hand.

Hong Yu obediently handed over the flag.

"Please."

The flag that Hong Yu handed over was a small white flag with black patterns embroidered on it, which roughly looked like a bird.

It feels cool to the touch, and the handle feels like some kind of bone.

Bai Qian noticed the flag in Hong Yu's hand as soon as he entered the courtyard.

If the masked man is the most eye-catching target, then the flag in his hand is the second most eye-catching.

Bai Qian could easily sense that something was off about the two of them.

At this moment, the masked man pulled his body out of the wall again.

Bai Qian fiddled with the small flag in her hand and casually drew Hong Yu's knife.

He casually swung his long sword at the masked man charging towards him.

Hong Yu only saw a clear, bright light, like a willow branch gently brushing across the water's surface, creating ripples one after another.

The masked man, who had remained unharmed no matter how Bai Qian manipulated him, was sliced ​​open with a single sword strike.

There was no blood splattering; the two halves of the body simply rolled on the ground.

really.

Bai Qian nodded gently.

Simple force cannot harm it, just like the pig demon encountered in the temple before. The pig demon in the temple was dealt with by finding the earthenware jar and kicking it to pieces.

Now, the little white flag in his hand is probably something similar to an earthenware jar.

If the white flag is broken, the masked man will probably be gone.

Bai Qian was certain of this.

But there might be another solution.

Of all the martial arts techniques I know, the highest level is [Cloud Willow].

Sword intent.

Bai Qian didn't quite understand what this thing was, but it was actually this thing that played a role when she faced that fox demon.

Whether it's interfering with its mind, or breaking through its protective white cloth, or puncturing its head.

So, after realizing that normal methods couldn't harm this masked man, Bai Qian thought of this.

I was just messing around with it because I wanted to try it out more.

"What is this?" Bai Qian looked at the wriggling chunks of flesh on the ground, her delicate face showing a hint of seriousness.

It's still not dead. The sword intent can indeed hurt it, but it seems unable to kill it.

"I don't know." Hong Yu lowered his head, not daring to meet those dark eyes.

"The Huang family sent me here, to bring it to you," Hong Yu said tremblingly.

Although difficulties were foreseen, aren't these difficulties a bit too great?

"Looking for me?" Bai Qian glanced at the wriggling chunks of flesh on the ground.

"Hmm... I just heard from them that Lady Bai Feng wants to see you."

"Lady Bai Feng..." Bai Qian murmured the name.

That is, the moment Bai Qian uttered those four words.

The masked man, who had just been cut in two by [Yunliu], was put back together.

They formed a grayish-white mass, like some kind of liquid, yet also like an aggregate of something.

Limbs emerged from the mass, and a strange aura lingered in the air.

Bai Qian could sense the meaning behind these scents in the air.

This could be called...

Malice.

Volume 1: Chapter 34, Wait for Me

Filthy and disgusting.

This was Bai Qian's first impression of the grayish-white liquid.

This is only natural, as Bai Qian is somewhat of a germaphobe and would naturally avoid such things.

If there was anything Bai Qian liked in that pale hospital room from her past life...

It's a spotless room and always white.

Something was bubbling out of the sludge-like liquid; it looked like half-eaten limbs, one, two, three... If you were to try to count them, it would be impossible to count them all.

The only thing that's clear is that it exudes malice.

The malice directed at oneself is something that can be clearly perceived.

Craving oneself, craving to devour oneself?

Bai Qian stared at the liquid without making any move.

After it appeared in Bai Qian's sight, it did not attack Bai Qian, but instead quickly darted towards Hong Yu who was standing to the side.

The man was completely unprepared when he was swallowed up by the grayish-white liquid.

There were no screams, only a chilling crawl, slippery and snake-like.

A white phoenix-like mask was draped over Hong Yu's face, and pale arms grew all over his body.

Hong Yu, or perhaps at this point he should be called Bai Fengren.

After all, he always wears a mask like Bai Feng, so calling him Bai Fengren isn't a problem.

It reappeared.

The moment its body solidified on one side, it pounced on Bai Qian on the other, as if to retaliate for the way Bai Qian had treated it.

Bai Qian remained unmoved, her eyes lowered, showing no intention of flinching.

Bai Qian let Bai Fengren come up to her, his smooth white phoenix mask so close that the gust of wind he stirred up kept blowing Bai Qian's delicate hair.

The outstretched hand was less than an inch away from the girl's hem.

A crisp sound was heard.

Bai Fengren paused for a moment, his empty gray eyes meeting the girl's equally empty and cold black gaze.

His body fell to the ground, pieces of flesh and blood falling one after another.

Bai Qian shook her head as she looked at the broken little flag in her hand.

Just as I expected, these ghostly things seem unkillable, but once certain things are dealt with, they will disappear along with them.

[Defeat the strange [White Phoenix] and gain five years of strange lifespan.]

The corresponding information was transmitted from the panel.

It's only been five years, so it doesn't seem very valuable. I just don't know how many of these exist. This is the second strange creature Bai Qian has encountered during this time.

She had been thinking about whether to strengthen [Yunliu] with the strange lifespan as well, but because she didn't have enough strange lifespan, she hadn't done so yet. Perhaps she could try it later.

Thinking this, Bai Qian turned her head to check on Zhao Lin. He had just been hit by Bai Fengren, and she didn't know what had happened to him.

Turn around.

The woman's pale face pressed against Bai Qian's body.

They were probably just one step away from their noses touching.

She stared intently at Bai Qian, her empty, greyish-white eyes reflecting the girl's petite figure.

Bai Qian also looked at her expressionlessly.

The surrounding scenery had changed at some point.

The sky was shrouded in a pale white light, and countless white bones covered the earth like flowers.

Damp, grayish-white raindrops fell from the sky to the ground, dripping down the girl's hair.

The woman took a step back.

Her clothes were very simple, just a plain white dress with twisted lace trim, which should have been white but also had a hint of light blue.

Bai Qian couldn't see the face clearly.

She slowly floated away behind her.

Behind her, the grotesque monster revealed its form.

A bird with a tail that looks like bones trailing behind it.

It must be said to be very large; when it flies in the sky with its two wings spread out, it almost covers half of the sky.

But it didn't look good. It was completely bald, as if all its feathers had been plucked out. The back part was not covered with fur, revealing eerie white bones.

It has two heads, and its body is covered with dense, pale limbs.

It is a human limb, arms and legs, intertwined and wriggling, or rather, swaying.

Bai Qian looked up at it, watching the woman and the bird get closer and closer.