Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

He didn't care about the water flowing under his feet at all, and stopped his men's actions as soon as he landed. He licked the blood on his arm, and then stared at the white wolf at the entrance of the passage, which was as pale and thin as a paper man. A morbid excitement filled his brain.

The white wolf couldn't run any longer. He was about to catch her. The scar-eyed leader's orders had been thrown to the back of his mind. He had to treat her well, just like a lover, using an exquisite blade to cut, slice, tear, crush, and bleed...

He felt the call of a great vision from his soul and shuddered uncontrollably.

Bai Lang could no longer support herself to stand up. She knelt on the ground and let the water flow away from her. She seemed to be unable to see the approaching enemy. All her mind was immersed in the ordinary dagger in her hands.

"Frost Star, please bless me."

She channeled all the cold currents from the boundless snowfield, condensed them into the icy frost that was unique to Frost Star, and used the dagger as a conductor to pierce it into the water in front of her.

Volume 3: Chapter 39 Old Street IV

The frost ring suddenly spread out with the white wolf's location as the center, and thorny ice flowers bloomed along the water flow. The cold breath also froze the moisture in the air and condensed it into tiny crystals. From a distance, it looked like large patches of ice fog rising up, with human figures looming under the fog.

The people on the water wanted to move on at first, but their feet were frozen in the salt-white ice. The frost seemed to have life, climbing up their feet, faithfully recording everyone's final struggle, and then transforming them into exquisite human-shaped ice sculptures of various shapes.

That night, nearby residents thought winter had arrived early.

……

On the balcony of a building not far away, Mostima turned his head and looked at the old man beside him: "How is it, Mr. Lin, the person I found is not bad, she will definitely be able to solve the problem for me."

"I can't believe you, Mastema. You've given me more than one bad promise."

"Oh, old man, don't be so serious." Mostima narrowed his eyes and showed a kind smile, "I will do it this time, I will do it this time."

The old man called Mr. Lin snorted and ignored this Sakta. He looked at the white mist rising in front of him, opened the window, and the temperature in the room dropped several degrees in an instant.

Mostima reached out and picked up a piece of ice flower, and couldn't help but sighed: "What an unimaginable Originium skill, Mr. Lin, I have to leave here immediately. It's not easy to find someone who can help you directly now. Do you want to reconsider it?"

The old man closed his eyes and thought for a while: "Tell me, what reason does she have to work for a disgusting old man like me?"

"You have conditions that she has to agree to, Mr. Lin. Didn't you think of anything when you looked at that frost and snow?"

"Mastema, did you learn to play charades after you went to Rhodes Island?"

"Haha, don't be angry. Let me tell you straight away. She is the messenger from the Far North, the person the Lord mentioned to you."

The old man frowned tightly.

"Why, Mr. Lin didn't intend to cooperate from the beginning? This is not like your style."

"If I were young, it would be fine, but now I'm old and I don't have the energy."

"I understand. You didn't want to offend the Lord, so you pretended to agree and then planned to find another reason to refuse. Have you changed your mind now?"

"Mastema, aren't you afraid of making me angry by talking like this?"

"If you are angry, you are angry at yourself. You say you are old, but in fact it is because the price is not enough."

Mr. Lin turned his head helplessly and looked out the window. "If someone else had said that, I would have been angry, but it's you who makes me angry. It's really strange, Mostima, you knew everything from the beginning, but you didn't want to make it clear. You had to put on a show with me."

"There, there, you are the Lord Rat King of Longmen. I am flattered by your words." Mostima said with a smile, and she pointed at the white mist outside the window, "Your young lady is on her way. Aren't you going to evacuate the people over there?"

"Don't meddle in other people's business. Just go away. I don't want to see you now." Mr. Lin paused with his cane in pretended anger.

"Goodbye then. It's cold outside. Take care of yourself, Mr. Lin." Mostima smiled and turned to leave.

She soon appeared on the rooftop of a building next to the White Wolf and checked around. From the signs nearby, she could tell that the people who were ambushing here had all been evacuated.

She is worthy of being the Rat King. If she hadn't been paying attention to this place all the time, she probably wouldn't have discovered that someone was ambushing nearby.

As she thought, she walked into the ice sculpture and stood in front of Xiaodao, whose expression was distorted.

Well, that guy from Syracuse was really powerful. He sent away a subordinate of this level as a chess piece without blinking an eye. Although the Rat King won the first game this time, this result was definitely not a good thing for him. Instead, it was a dangerous signal. It had been many years since such a difficult enemy appeared in the underground of Longmen.

Xiaodao and his men did not arouse Mastema's interest. She took a casual look and then locked her sights on the White Wolf.

This is another ice sculpture of a completely different style.

The owner of the ice sculpture remained kneeling on the ground, stabbing the dagger into the ground in front of him. Mostima liked this sculpture very much. She felt the beauty of a religious ritual from the solemn and expectant expression of the White Wolf at the last moment.

She consciously thought of the believers in the Lateran Cathedral. In moments of despair, people always put their hope in praying to the gods. She wondered which god Miss White Wolf prayed to in that moment of crisis.

But gods have no time to respond to such prayers, only demons do, she thought. The prayers of mortals are just wishful thinking and are doomed to have no results, but they still insist on being stupid and stubborn. What a lovely group of guys.

Mostima tapped lightly on the ice sculpture of the white wolf, but there was no response. This seemed to be a very special kind of ice that would not be easily destroyed. She had no choice but to use the Originium technique to melt the ice sculpture.

Generally speaking, Originium skills have a protective effect on their owners. As expected, the White Wolf's condition became worse and his face became paler as soon as he left the ice sculpture. However, this was a necessary step. The ice sculpture can protect people but not restore them.

She melted the ice sculpture bit by bit, and when it reached her hand, the dagger that had pierced the ice was revealed. Mostima leaned the white wolf against herself and reached out to take the dagger. She wanted to see what kind of material could conduct such a huge amount of source energy.

It doesn’t look like D32 steel, is it some new material?

But as soon as her hand touched the dagger, the entire weapon naturally disintegrated into powder. She pinched a little dust between her index finger and thumb, put it in front of her eyes to observe, and came to the conclusion that it was just ordinary hematite.

This is too incredible. How can red iron transmit such source stone skills? Although everything is possible in theory, this result is really shocking. Could it be that the god that White Wolf prayed to really took a look here?

Mostima suddenly felt a sense of crisis. She looked at the sky vigilantly, but found nothing unusual except the ice fog illuminated by the scattered light from the city.

She laughed at herself, lamenting her own suspicion, then stood up, picked a piece of flat ground nearby, and put the white wolf on it.

Hmm, it feels a bit awkward.

Mostima carefully observed the white wolf lying on the ground for a while, and suddenly clapped his hands and found the problem. It was not visible in the ice sculpture just now, but after leaving the ice sculpture, the torn clothes on the white wolf were particularly noticeable.

She took off her coat without hesitation and covered the white wolf with it. Then she took two steps back and nodded with satisfaction, feeling that it was much better now.

PS: I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival?(???)?

Volume 3: Chapter 40: The Narrator of Suffering

"Hey, are you ready?" A red-haired girl from Liberi walked down the street, her words full of resentment.

"Don't be anxious. We just need to check Miss White Wolf's condition. It would be terrible if she was injured too badly." Mostima turned around and smiled.

The Liberi girl snorted coldly when she heard this: "Mr. Chen asked you for help, but you pushed it onto someone else."

"I don't want to do that either, Lord Narrator of Suffering. Kal'tsit asked me to help her out a bit, you see, if I don't do this, her deal with the Rat King will be off."

"That's not the way to do it either. She almost died!"

"No, the Rat King and I have been watching."

"Oh, you still have the nerve to say that. You two indifferent guys are standing by and watching others being imprisoned. As a supervisor, I feel ashamed for you."

"Well, is that so? Are you willing to turn a blind eye and let me take action directly..."

"Absolutely not!"

The Narrator of Suffering stared at Mastema warily: "Chains in exchange for freedom. This is your promise to the Inquisition."

"That's it." Mastema said as she squatted beside the white wolf and helped her straighten her messy hair. "This girl is a good friend of Angelica, and I did something wrong to her. If Angelica knew about it, I would be dead."

"Is this why you sneaked to see Exia instead of meeting her?"

After hearing what the Narrator of Suffering said, the usually calm Mostima was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. She explained anxiously, "That's not called sneaking around. I just happened to see it. Given our relationship, do we need to be sneaky?"

"Look at the way you look. I guess what I said was right." The Narrator of Suffering walked back and forth proudly with his hands behind his back.

"I don't want to bother with you." Mostima muttered, put the white wolf back in place, and was about to say something when he suddenly raised his head and looked at the street in the distance, "There's movement over there!"

The Narrator of Suffering quickly looked in the direction indicated by his teammates, closed his eyes, and used his Originium Skill to sense it: "That Miss Lin is coming over. Let's go."

She turned around and saw Mostima mumbling something with his eyes closed, so she waved her hand: "Hey, what are you doing? Stop daydreaming."

Mastema lowered her head and did not answer. Suddenly, a white light flew out from her hand and shot into the white wolf's body.

The Narrator of Suffering opened his eyes wide in disbelief and pointed at Mastema, stammering: "You, you actually did that in front of me!"

"Don't worry, I'll follow the rules. Feel it carefully. It's just a small blessing." Mostima smiled and stood up from the ground. "Let's go. The sooner we go back, the sooner we can come back. I want to be back before the matter at Longmen is over."

The Narrator of Suffering looked at the White Wolf, then at Mostima, and lowered his head helplessly: "Is that so? You should have said so earlier. Never mind. Time is urgent. I won't check it. Don't do this next time."

She suddenly thought: Did Mostima do this because he knew her temper?

Absolutely!

How abominable! How many times has this happened? She was constantly brewing with anger, but the next moment, she thought of Miss Rupert who was seriously injured, and the anger that had just been ignited disappeared in an instant.

It's so pitiful. They were innocent but they almost died. Why do people have to suffer such undeserved suffering? Why do they have to be helpless, separated, and suffer so much? Lord, please help them.

……

As soon as Mostima and the Narrator of Suffering left, Lin Yuxia and a group of people hurried over. The subordinates were all shocked by the various human ice sculptures and were speechless. However, Miss Lin, who had seen the world, focused her attention on the white wolf at first sight.

Has anyone been here? They should have good intentions.

She squatted down and nervously checked the condition of the white wolf. Seeing that he had just fainted due to weakness, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She had finally found a young entrepreneur who was pleasing to the eye and capable. If anything happened to Bai Lang, she would be so upset. After all, she would also be responsible if the mafia was involved. Moreover, she had already promised Aunt Wen that she would find time for them to meet each other, and Miss Bai Lang must not get into trouble.

She needs to be given special protection, Lin Yuxia thought.

A subordinate came over and asked:

"Miss, the ice sculptures are all people with scarred eyes. Do you want to inform the master about this?"

"No." Lin Yuxia shook her head without hesitation. "If he knew this news, he would definitely try to use Miss White Wolf to deal with Scar Eyes. In order to be safe, he can do anything. You are my subordinate. Remember in the future that Longmen's affairs should be resolved by Longmen people themselves!"

"Miss, you are right." The subordinate pounded his chest excitedly.

"Before the guards come, find a way to clean up all the traces."

"Okay, miss, what about the people in the ice?"

Lin Yuxia thought for a moment and replied coldly: "Burn it into ashes and send it to Scarface's bar at noon tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." A flash of fanaticism passed through the subordinate's eyes, and he increasingly realized that following the young lady was the wisest decision he had ever made in his life.

"Also, arrange a car immediately. I want to take her to the hospital. Don't let the news leak out."

Two minutes later, a black car drove into the alley. Lin Yuxia refused her men's help and carried Bai Lang into the car herself.

She sat in the back, put Bailang's head on her lap, and ordered the man driving the car, "Go to the hospital where Mrs. Wenyue is."

"Okay, miss."

The car started moving, and Lin Yuxia took out a mobile phone. It was handed to her by her subordinates before she got in the car. They said it was found on a nearby roof. When she was discussing company affairs with Bai Lang before, she had seen him holding this phone. It must have been dropped in a hurry.

She had no intention of prying into other people's privacy, but if she didn't deal with the missed call displayed on her phone, it might make some people Bai Lang knew worry.

So she clicked on the missed call list. Because the incident happened not long ago, there was only one missed call from "Officer Shi Huaiya", which was called twenty minutes ago. Shi Huaiya was probably afraid of delaying things, so she didn't dare to call again after seeing no response.

Lin Yuxia breathed a sigh of relief. Since it was Shi Huaiya calling, there would be no problem. She just needed to talk to the other party after she had dealt with the matter.

As soon as she put her phone down, she felt it vibrate again. Someone called again, probably Shi Huaiya. She planned to take this opportunity to explain the situation to the other party directly, but when she picked up the phone, it showed "Officer Chen".

Which Officer Chen? She looked at her phone, feeling annoyed.

It better not be that person!

Volume 3: Chapter 41: Chaos

Lin Yuxia took a deep breath and put the phone to her ear.

"Ms. Bailang, I'm sorry to call you so late at night. It's really too important. I heard from Dou Miao that you registered a company in that association. This is actually inappropriate. The president of that association has a shady background and is related to the mafia. According to Longmen Commercial Law, you can give up halfway before the formal registration is completed. You can come to the Guard Bureau..."

Her words were interrupted by the furious Lin Yuxia.

"Chen Huijie! Why is it you again!" Lin Yuxia gritted her teeth and spoke word by word. The scene of Chen Huijie opposing her in every way suddenly came to her mind. Stimulated by new and old grudges, she unconsciously crushed the inner armrest of the car to pieces.

"Lin Yuxia?" After being surprised for a moment, Officer Chen immediately recognized that the other party was the young lady who disregarded the laws of Longmen. Her tone also turned cold. "Why? Didn't expect that your plan to deceive others was exposed by me again. As long as I am here, you can't make trouble in Longmen."

"I'm stirring up trouble? Aren't you the most proud person in Longmen?" Lin Yuxia's voice trembled slightly because of extreme anger. "You are always the center of attention. From childhood to adulthood, you took away everything I cared about, and you destroyed everything I valued."

"Lin Yuxia, I didn't..."

"Then what does this communication mean? Chen Huijie, are you going to take away everything I set my eyes on before you're satisfied?"

"No, I never want to argue with you." Chen Huijie lowered her voice, "In my eyes, the most important thing is always the people and laws of Longmen."

Lin Yuxia laughed in anger: "Why don't you want to fight with me? Haven't you taken enough from me? Do you really regard your people as more important than anything else? Who are your laws protecting?" She almost gritted her teeth and said: "You, hypocritical guy."

Chen Huijie was silent for a moment, then said coldly: "At least I have a clear conscience. Lin Yuxia, what did you do to Miss Bailang? She is under the protection of Longmen Judicial Bureau. If you dare to mess around, I will never give up."

"You are talking about Miss Bailang. Oh, I am so sorry. I forgot to tell you that we hit it off right away." The twisted hatred made Lin Yuxia's tone immediately become as cold as ice:

"She has already handed everything over to me, so don't worry about it."