The Final Story of Miss Weird

The black pupils around him gradually dimmed, which meant that Luo Ling's inspiration to maintain "omniscience" was about to reach its limit. If he continued to overdraw, even his life might be in danger.

Finally, Luo Ling's vision became blurred, and the "destined death" that maintained the blockade finally recovered. Under the heavy constraints of the two chains, Aunt Fiona's heart was restrained again, and the concept of "life" fell silent again.

Luo Ling alone was ultimately unable to compete with the accumulated inspiration of the two directors.

At the moment before her consciousness dimmed, the black pupil between her brows completely went out, and as it gradually disappeared, it seemed to reveal a playful smile.

"Failed?"

Luo Ling forced his eyelids open and looked at the heart and chains that were gradually dimming as the spider web domain dissipated. A hint of dark gold ignited in his eyes, like fireworks.

Just as Lina's face was filled with despair and she and Elsa were trying to help the nearly unconscious Luo Ling up, an agile black figure suddenly jumped up, and its blue-gray claws grabbed Fiona's heart directly.

"Luo Ling——"

Lina and Elsa's voices had not yet fallen, but they saw that the heart that was about to dissipate suddenly reappeared when they were grasped, along with the chains and the dark thread of fate.

"return."

Something seemed to be buried deep in the cold and majestic voice. The plain words sounded like an order. The "destined death" that could only be perceived in "omniscience" reappeared at this moment.

"what!"

The old man, who had been relieved about the victory, suddenly widened his eyes. He felt that at this moment his heart was as if being pinched by something.

No, being pinched should be... "death by destiny".

But, how can such a conceptual thing be grasped?

But soon something even more shocking happened to the old man. A strange sound rang in his ears. This sound was actually very ordinary, but... it appeared above the "destined death", which was the most incredible thing.

He heard...gnawing sounds.

Click, click.

Slowly, but unstoppable.

The "destiny of death" is gradually disappearing.

The old man wanted to continue to maintain the "destined death" as before, but... he failed.

Because "destined death" was not erased by the power of "chaos" as before, but disappeared completely, disappeared from the concept and the root, as if it did not exist in this world, as if... fell into nothingness.

"The pioneers actually controlled this kind of power?"

The old man was more shocked by this incident than the failure of "destined death" because it was an unprecedented power.

That is...the legendary seventh path.

The woman standing next to him at this moment was even paler, because the other part of her that maintained her "destined death" was also completely eliminated by this power.

While the company directors were shocked, "Starry Victoria" Lina and Elsa were experiencing similar emotions.

The black figure tore open the chain of "Destined Death" and put it into his mouth, starting to chew it with a crunching sound.

As the biting continued, the strange features on her body became more and more severe, until finally, she almost became a half-dragon weird girl.

"This is..."

Lina looked at Elsa for help, but Elsa had the same expression.

Only after all the "destined deaths" were completely devoured by Luo Ling in such a dramatic way did the heart finally beat normally. Although the surrounding threads of fate were still contaminated, they were gradually returning to normal.

The black figure stood up, slightly turned sideways, revealing half of his hideous face and dark golden vertical pupils that could not be extinguished no matter what, and said softly,

"Okay."

As soon as she finished speaking, she fell to the ground with a thud.

"Miss Luo Ling!"

Just as Lina hurried forward and tried to help Luo Ling up from where she had fallen on Fiona, she heard a voice she had missed for a long time, accompanied by a slight groan of pain.

"Um...who?"

Fiona, whose consciousness was still in a fuzzy stage, only felt her body sink, but when she opened her eyes, the remaining fear in her mind had not yet completely disappeared.

It was not until the scene in front of her came into view again that she saw a black-haired girl lying on top of her, her hideous but pretty face buried between her softness, that all her panic turned into peace.

At this moment, a familiar voice that was trying hard to suppress its emotions rang out.

"Mother, mother..."

"Hmm..." At this moment, Fiona's eyes were completely immersed in the black-haired girl in her arms, and she said softly, "Are you finally willing to call me mother? Miss Luo Ling."

The busy month of February is finally over. I have even exceeded the 180,000 words promised by the end of January, and the bounty has also been mostly paid off.

The remaining 30,000 words don't feel like a lot of pressure for March. I want to get a little more motivation. This time, readers, please don't be too harsh. The reward this time is still the same as before. Just give me some blades and votes~

50 blades, 5000 rewards, 200 monthly tickets, 2000 recommendation tickets, 1000 words, no upper limit, three days, until 3:3 on March 24, the specific number of words owed will be released at that time.

Okay, now that I’ve talked about the bounty, let’s move on to answering some miscellaneous questions.

First of all, the most concerned issue is the "happy ending". I feel that many readers have some misunderstandings. Cat will try his best to relieve everyone's worries without spoiling the plot.

First, there will not be a happy reunion in the underworld; second, there will not be separation between the living and the dead; third, they will not forget each other.

The cat has never failed to do what he said, and old readers are very clear about this.

To be honest, if we really want to talk about be, it seems that Miss Luo Yan is more worthy of the title, mainly because her worldview is too hopeless. Who on earth spread the rumor that cats only write be...

The last thing is the adjustment of the update time. I have to look for a new job in March, so I definitely won’t be able to write during the day, so I can only adjust it to the night. Therefore, the fixed update time will be changed from 12:00 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. I hope my readers will understand.

To be honest, I used to update my cat at noon, but I changed it to the early morning to cooperate with other author friends to find cats to rush to the list, but the results were too bad and almost no one found them...

At this point, I would like to thank all the readers who have followed me all the way to the present.

Chapter 6: A Lose-Lose Game, Part of "White Witch" (5k)

Victoria.

In a remote corner of a bustling market, there is a run-down shop that looks a bit old. Some canned spices are scattered on the neatly arranged shelves.

No one would have thought that the old man who had run this small shop for decades would actually be a director of the "company".

The old man who appeared here looked somewhat different from the one Luo Ling saw in the hut. He looked older. The image in the hut was like him ten or twenty years ago.

"Cough cough..."

A few more strong coughs were heard, and the old man threw the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand into the trash can at hand. Inside, one could vaguely see blood-stained handkerchiefs everywhere. It was not just today, but many of the blood stains had been solidified for a long time.

"...Your injuries are much more serious than before."

The incarnation of a woman stood nearby, her clear voice expressing neither sadness nor joy. Even though the old man looked like he was dying, there was not a trace of worry in her expression, as if nothing was seriously wrong.

"Yes, there are some." The old man curled up his old body, put his hands in his sleeves, and said, "Otherwise... there would be no need to call you over to help."

Like the "Philosopher", the old man has always had some injuries on his body. These injuries are caused by a battle with the Philosopher several years ago, which eventually succeeded in destroying most of the "Pioneer".

Despite his victory, the old man had little time to recover from his injuries as he had to maintain the barrier covering the entire Victoria at all times.

Whether it is monitoring the entire Victoria or activating the backup plan at a critical moment to prevent the counterattack of the "Pioneer", the old man can only do so, even if his injuries continue to worsen.

"But... I couldn't help much." Thinking of the power she had just sensed, the woman's expression became even more gloomy, as if she was thinking about something.

The existence that can completely destroy abilities even takes away not only the "destined death" they inflicted on Fiona, but even more terrifying is... the old man and the woman have temporarily lost the ability to use "destined death".

Although they should be able to regain this killer move through gradual trial and error, it would be difficult for the three of them to completely control the situation in Victoria during this period of time.

This power that takes away concepts makes people think of the "realm of nothingness". There seems to be some similarities between them, but it cannot be completely confirmed.

"If the Pioneers have obtained the power of the Seventh Path, the Origin of the Change will inevitably face a catastrophe."

The philosopher whispered, "Plus, Fiona's life has been saved by them, so it's only a matter of time before that secret is revealed. Before we know it... we've fallen far behind, woman."

Everything started when Fiona commissioned Luo Ling, a member of the "Company"'s Wellington office, to enter the "Land of Nothingness". Victoria, who was barely maintaining her balance, was like a stone hit by a stone, and the ripples on the water continued to spread and expand until the huge waves arrived.

“We must admit that this time... it was our failure.” The old man raised his head. The light in his right eye had not yet faded, and the ritual in progress was faintly visible. This was the sacrificial vessel of “power” that the old man possessed.

But unlike other owners of the "power" sacrificial vessel, the old man has embedded the sacrificial vessel into himself, making it a part of his body. He maintains the operation of the secret ritual every moment and has completely merged with the sacrificial vessel.

Therefore, this "power" sacrificial vessel not only allows the old man to possess the power contained in it in another way, but has even become a part of him.

This sacrificial vessel, which possesses complete power, has already fallen into "death". The vessel forged from the remaining holy remains is the capital that enables the old man to compete with the philosopher for decades.

Hearing the old man's slightly lonely voice, the woman was silent for a long time before she slowly spoke, "So, next...what are you going to do?"

Faced with the woman's question, the old man did not answer immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes, slowly leaned back, leaned on the only recliner in the shop, and swayed leisurely, as if he was lost in thought.

The woman was not anxious. She just stood quietly in the shop, waiting for the old man's answer.

During this time, a customer came into the store to buy spices, but the old man acted as if he didn't hear anything, and he didn't move or respond.

Instead, the woman introduced the few remaining products in the shop with ease and even sold some of them. She stacked the coins and banknotes paid by the customers neatly next to the counter.

Perhaps it was because the woman was dressed too old-fashioned, and there was an old man doing nothing next to her, the strange combination of an old man and a young wife seemed to cause misunderstanding among many passers-by, who would occasionally cast curious and strange glances through the shop window.

It was not until late at night that a young man covered in blood pushed open the door and walked into the shop. The old man, who seemed to have fallen asleep, finally opened his eyes and asked softly,

"Young man, how is it going?"

The old man has been waiting for another important reply, which will directly affect the decision he will make and the final answer.

"...very bad."

A deep and solemn voice sounded, and the boy walked over, picked up the kettle next to the counter, and started drinking.

It was not until he let out a long sigh of relief that the bloodiness in his heart was finally released, along with an unconcealable murderous intent.

The woman looked up at the boy, waiting for his narration.

In fact, she had no idea what the old man had told the teenager to do.

But... this is not the first time this has happened. Since the three people are not sure who is the "historian", some important things have been more or less concealed from each other.

This is true for the old and the young, the old and the women, and even between the young and the women. There are some secret back-up dealings to avoid the worst possible outcome.

Even though the old man and the philosopher have been fighting for many years, and even now both are suffering losses, it is still impossible to completely deny the possibility that he is a "historian".

A very famous Eastern allusion, the "Trick of the Self-Injury", illustrates the horror of this tactic, which should never be taken lightly.

"Lin Jianming is indeed dead, and the cause of death cannot be verified, but I brought back his remaining soul." The young man took out a small cross pendant, and vaguely saw the shadow of a man tied to it, with a painful expression on his face.

This is a sacrificial vessel used to collect souls. The more complete the corpse is and the shorter the time since death, the more complete the collected soul will be and the more information it will contain.

If he had just died and only his physical body was cut off, his soul might even be preserved intact. This was what Lin Jianming planned to do to Luo Ling at that time.

Of course, the soul and consciousness are separate. Even if the soul of a dead person can come back to life, it can only give birth to a new consciousness. Even if it can recall the memories in the soul, they are still two completely different people.

Judging from Lin Jianming's incomplete and unbearable soul, his death... was not very peaceful.

The memories inside were even more incomplete, but they did show how he massacred the Twin-Ponytail Team. Luo Ling and Erza in the team were turned into blood foam under his sword.

All the memories match the scene discovered at that time, and there is no sign of modification, but the complete parts are all gone, and the rest are only fragmented pictures.

The most shocking thing in these pictures is a deep paleness and a pair of terrifying gray eyes.

"It's the White Witch. She actually took action herself..."

But... being able to kill Lin Jianming, who possesses the "power" sacrificial vessel, and even leaving him no chance to escape, does not seem to be something that the "White Witch" can do.

Regarding this "high-risk weirdo" who is currently one of the very few active ones, the company's directors had of course conducted a detailed analysis in advance, coupled with an investigation of Jiangcheng County.

The final result is that the weakness of the "White Witch" is that she is not good at frontal combat, but her penetration ability is top-notch. She can use mycelium to replace other people's flesh and blood without them noticing and control their actions.

The next moment, the young man's words made the old man and the woman look more shocked. "I found the remnant soul of Lin Jianming in the Realm of Nothingness."

Although the boy did not specify which realm of nothingness it was, his serious and cautious tone meant there was only one answer.

In that world of nothingness, there is a suspected monster with the ability to annihilate boundaries, which is very likely.

"What about 'time'?"

The old man asked in a deep voice.

More important than Lin Jianming's life is this sacrificial vessel containing "power". If it can be preserved, as long as the next suitable owner can be found for it, the power of the order side will not be weakened much.

Looking at all the boundaries originating from Victoria, ninth-order awakeners are not rare, but they are definitely much more than the number of "Power" sacrificial vessels.