These weird things are all mine

Since there is no way to offer sacrifices directly to "Him" here, just take away as many white Ganoderma lucidum as possible.

Although you will lose 10% or 20%, it is better than getting nothing.

The moment she turned around, she suddenly felt a flash of cold light behind her, and even her skin felt stinging.

The performer subconsciously raised his hand to stop it, but his arm was cut open easily like mud and sand.

The severed arm fell to the ground, and bright red blood gushed out from the cut, staining the soil red.

Immediately, the surrounding white Ganoderma lucidum grew rapidly and devoured the severed arm in an instant.

"Stop."

There was no blood on the dagger held by Luo Ling, only a cold glow.

The same expression as she has at this moment.

But... the performer whose arm was cut off showed no expression. She covered her wound expressionlessly and said calmly,

"Instead of saving your girlfriend, you want to come and kill me?"

"Very good, it's a useful struggle."

"Just a little."

Chapter 59: Eating

To be fair, which one hurts more, being slapped or having an arm broken? The latter is undoubtedly the latter.

But the performer felt no ripples in her heart when Luo Ling rushed up and cut off one of her arms. She just thought it was a ridiculous struggle.

...because to a performer, the flesh and blood body is just a weak body that can be discarded at any time, and she has indeed discarded a lot in the past.

Just like the ability of the "Bone Doctor" allows her to stay alive even if only her bones are left, the foundation of a performer lies in her soul.

As long as the soul is immortal, the performer can find a new body at any time.

That's why she was afraid of Elsa's ability, because that was the power that could actually kill her.

As for being spanked, it is not a question of whether it hurts or not, but a great insult to one's personality.

——The big pussy is one of the very few physical means that can cause psychological harm.

"You think that I can do nothing to you just because you've somehow made me immune to my psychological hints? You're so naive and cute." Looking at the young girl who couldn't even hold the knife properly, the performer showed disdain and sneered, "It seems that you won't give up until I get rid of you."

"I can't save her unless I get rid of you." Luo Ling said softly.

She couldn't get past the barrier that had formed around Elsa, and the spores that went in couldn't do anything...

If you want to save Elsa, or at least have a slight chance of saving her, you can only do it like the previous times, by eating the weirdness here and allowing the spores to gain new abilities.

Luo Ling steadied her breathing, her long pale hair spread out, a few spores scattered around the battlefield, and she carefully observed the performer's every move.

After gaining "hyperplasia" last time, Luo Ling found that the number of spores she could control had doubled, and now she could have vision of four spores at the same time.

The four spores completely covered the entire battlefield. No matter how the performers fought back, Luo Ling could detect it in advance.

But the next moment, the performer did something that Luo Ling had not expected.

She took out a small knife, held it horizontally in front of her body, and slowly cut from her left shoulder to her right shoulder. A foul odor of rotting corpses suddenly emerged. Even though they were in an underground cave full of corpses, the odor was still strong.

The performer remained expressionless. She reached out her hand and inserted it into the wound on her shoulder. In a painful way, she pulled out a large mass of purple-black flesh, which was still squirming when she threw it on the ground.

Soon, the squirming flesh and blood slowly spread out, and only then could one barely see that this mass of flesh and blood... was actually a deformed baby that had not yet fully developed and was even still in the womb.

——"The Imp of Wangchuan".

The performer used some means to seal a Wangchuan ghost into his body, and judging from the degree of its stench, it was more powerful than the one Luo Ling had encountered before.

"Let me introduce you, this is my eldest son." The performer's tone was as if he was introducing a pet or a servant. "His father gave him a nice name, Shi Handong, which I think is pretty good. Basically, all his sons have this name.

"Unfortunately, it was my first time to raise the 'Forgotten Imp', and I had no experience. I performed the ritual too early, and it couldn't even go out to find food on its own, so I had to raise it with my own flesh and blood.

"But fortunately... the fighting ability is still pretty good."

This disgusting scene did not change Luo Ling's expression, and her eyes gradually became covered with a layer of gray.

The next moment, this deformed and mutated Wangchuan ghost suddenly jumped up, and among the piles of filthy flesh and blood were countless bulging eyeballs, leading a wisp of ghostly shadows and spirits to pounce on Luo Ling at an unimaginable speed.

The eerie and strange shrill cries exploded in Luo Ling's ears. The strong mental shock made her consciousness a little dazed, but the approaching stench soon brought her back to reality.

Enduring the severe pain in his head, Luo Ling swung the dagger and cut accurately on the path of the Wangchuan ghost's attack, cutting its flesh and blood in half like cutting through mud and sand.

"Oh?"

This time the performer's expression finally became more serious, although all the movements of this young white-haired girl were not standard and it seemed that she was not even up to the level of a street fight.

But...it was as if he had predicted every move of the Wangchuan little ghost, so he was able to use such clumsy swordsmanship to fight against it.

In addition, the weapon in her hand did not seem to be an ordinary item. It looked like a sacrificial weapon, but she was not seen using any skills.

However, these are all in vain.

You know, the number of corpses here is huge... enough to make the Wangchuan ghost die hundreds of times.

As expected, the flesh and blood of the Wangchuan ghost that fell to the ground instantly began to devour the remaining corpses around it, wriggling and healing together. Its bulging eyeballs exuded seemingly endless resentment, and it attacked Luo Ling again at an incredible angle.

"hiss--"

A terrible wound appeared on Luo Ling's calf, so deep that the bone could be seen, and there was a sizzling sound of corrosive corpse poison.

"Well..."

Feeling intense pain, Luo Ling couldn't help but kneel on one knee.

"Jiejiejie..."

The Wangchuan ghost became excited, with a hideous grin mixed in with his cries.

Seeing this, the performer knew that she had already won the victory, and what followed was just the white-haired girl's dying struggle.

"Let's hurry up and collect the eggs... huh?"

The performer turned around and was stunned for a moment.

What about eggs?

Where is my big "egg"?

Originally, there should have been a white Ganoderma lucidum as big as a small courtyard behind her!

The performer looked up and saw a white Ganoderma lucidum slowly... running at the end of his field of vision?

Looking closely, there seems to be a person hiding under the white Ganoderma lucidum...it's that lunatic!

She actually took away the white Ganoderma secretly while I was dealing with those two little girls?

Damn, you're a psychopath, you're born to be at odds with me, right?

Thinking of the few big blows she just received, the performer's cheeks still hurt a little. This was not a physical injury, but it affected her soul and her personality!

The performer was impatient.

This was the most shameful thing for her.

She immediately stepped forward, and in the blink of an eye she was in front of the "Prophet" and stopped him.

The "prophet" was obviously not prepared for the performer's sudden appearance. She was startled and then looked panicked.

But just when the performer thought that the other party was panicking because he was discovered, he heard the "prophet" say this:

"Why are you still here? Run!"

"Big mushroom, big mushroom wants to eat you..."

Chapter 60: Eggs

"Hurry up! I'll hold the big mushroom back so it can't eat you!"

"Thanks to you for saving me just now, I can save you now!"

The dirty, terrified psycho girl spoke in a rapid and serious tone, as if she was really worried about the performer's safety.

But the performer didn't take it seriously, she was just a psychopath, and if you really took her words seriously... you would be a psychopath.

Following the "prophet's" urging, the performer walked closer step by step, with a blank expression on his face.

The purpose of her trip was to get this "egg", and now this guy actually wanted to take the "egg" away, and used such a poor excuse...

No, the other party is a neurotic lunatic and all his behavior is unreasonable.

Seeing that the performer seemed not to be listening to anything, the "prophet" became anxious. She put down the big white Ganoderma lucidum on her back, took a step forward to the performer, and raised her hand to grab another big pussy.

In the eyes of the "prophet", a savior needs to be very obedient.

But this time, as soon as she waved over, the performer raised his hand to hold her.

"roll."

With a slap, the "Prophet" flew more than ten meters away, and dived headfirst into the broken thigh of a half-corpse, and fainted.

"hehe..."

The performer's mood instantly became much happier, as he finally got his revenge for the slap in the face.

And now...

The performer turned around and looked at Bai Lingzhi lying motionless on the ground, with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"It's just a dormant 'egg'. How could it possibly devour me? Even if it could devour my body, my soul is still here. Everything would be in vain."

The performer thought about it, she raised her only remaining left hand, and a demon eye slowly opened at her fingertips.

Although it is no longer possible to perform the sacrificial ceremony here, it is still possible to use the Devil's Eye to collect the "eggs" - you can't just run around like the "prophet" carrying such a large white Ganoderma lucidum, right?

His gift works on the soul, and physical defects do not affect the ability to release.

But in the next moment, the performer's expression couldn't help but tremble with shock.

"what happened?"

She suddenly discovered that the demon eye on her fingertips had turned gray, completely different from before.

Could it be that the gift is damaged because the soul is damaged?

No, it's impossible...

This is a projection of a part of power that "Him" has separated... How could it be damaged because of a slight defect in the soul?

In addition, after Elsa was sealed, his soul had stopped collapsing and he took the potion. Even if he is not at his peak now, he should be at least 70% to 80% of the way there.

Besides, it's not like we haven't encountered more critical situations before, and the Demon Eye has never had similar abnormalities...

"Wait, it's like... this isn't damaged?"

The performer looked inward into his own soul and discovered that the mark on his demon eye seemed to have changed.

The "He" who gave her the Demon Eye belonged to the "Chaos" path, but at this moment, the mark on the Demon Eye... is "Death".

This demon eye was swallowed up and replaced by some existence without anyone noticing...

Could it be...

She thought of a terrible possibility.

The performer raised his head. The white Ganoderma lucidum in front of him was still calm. It seemed that apart from its size, it was just an ordinary fungus.

"No no no..."

"No, no..."

What the psychopath said is true...

This "egg" was really devouring her...and not just her body, but her soul as well.

The performer lowered her head stiffly. Her movements became slower and slower. All senses of her body were gradually cut off, but she inexplicably began to move on her own.

A look of fear finally appeared in her eyes, but it was all irreversible.

Sticky white mycelium emerged from her broken arm, weaving continuously, and finally turned into an intact arm.

Countless "mushrooms" grow, gnaw and dominate the performer's body and soul.

In the end, all the injuries on the performer's body healed, and even the injuries on her soul recovered to their peak state, but they were all occupied by white mycelium, leaving only her still clear consciousness.