The Final Story of Miss Weird

Finally, he laughed.

"I see."

The old man raised his head slowly, as if this extremely slight movement had exhausted all his strength.

A sad and sorrowful smile appeared on his face, he cried and laughed, muttering to himself,

"It turned out to be like this..."

At this moment, the small wooden door was pushed again, and light and cautious footsteps were heard.

He turned around with difficulty and stared at the person who came in silence.

Then, he laughed.

The smile was full of sadness, but also a sense of relief and release.

"You, finally came...

"My... "Moment of Death." "

Chapter 4 Last Wish (k)

The bruised old man was sitting on his small stool with his back bent, just like when they first met, the firelight from the fireplace illuminating half of his face.

On the other side, on the old man's face, half of which was covered in shadow, tears of blood flowed through the rugged wrinkles and dripped weakly onto the ground.

"..."

Luo Ling walked cautiously to the old man and stood in front of him, keeping alert to prevent any possible action.

But... even when they got this close, the old man's breath was still weak, as if he was about to die in the next moment.

At this time, Luo Ling could finally be sure that the old man...

He is indeed about to enter into eternal "death", and his "moment of death" is approaching.

Luo Ling's gaze moved down a little and looked at the old man's heart.

She sensed some familiar power in this place, but she couldn't remember it no matter what.

She seemed to have used it, but she also seemed not to have used it...

It was this power that curbed all of the old man's vitality, making it impossible for him to save himself no matter what means he tried. He could only watch in despair as he slowly walked towards death.

Did you fail to get promoted?

But this wouldn’t be the case if one failed to be promoted. Most likely, even the body wouldn’t be able to be left behind, and the outside world wouldn’t be so calm.

Could it be that he was attacked?

There were no signs of fighting around...

In any case, it was hard for Luo Ling to imagine that the old man who was so high-spirited because he was about to win the final victory not long ago, was dying in less than half a day, and was even nailed here, unable to even ask for death.

Who could do such a thing quietly?

I'm afraid it's hard for even her...

Just as Luo Ling's thoughts were drifting, the old man slowly spoke. His hoarse voice carried a hint of rusty blood, as harsh as a broken bagpipe.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Hearing this, Luo Ling did not say anything.

Seeing this, the old man laughed a few more times, but his bloody and sad smile was strange enough no matter how you looked at it.

"At that time, you stood there like you do today, without saying a word, as if you were rather reserved, but also as if you were keeping sufficient vigilance.

"I remember it very clearly, Miss Luo Ling."

With every word the old man spoke, there was an unconcealable pain and torment in his calm voice.

As time goes by, the strange injury in his heart will gradually and irreversibly cause him to die, but this process will be very long, and the pain of being tortured will accompany him until the end of his life.

However, the old man didn't seem to care. He stared at the silent Luo Ling, and the smile in his one eye deepened.

"I guessed right, didn't I?"

"It's not even a guess anymore," Luo Ling said softly, "Even philosophers know."

For many people, it doesn’t matter whether the “White Witch” is a being named “Luo Ling” or not. The definition of “many people” includes the old man and the philosopher.

Besides, if the old man still doesn’t see it now, it would be a shame for him to have been in control of the “company” for so many years.

"He was one step ahead of me, and he won again."

The old man's voice suddenly lowered a few notes, but it was not because he was disappointed at losing to the philosopher. It was just that the torture and pain of being slow-sliced ​​were wearing away the old man's remaining energy.

The flickering firelight brought a familiar warmth, which reminded Luo Ling of her first meeting with the "company's" board of directors.

The old man in the past sat on the bench with his sleeves tucked in, just like he did now, the young man leaned against the wall near the fireplace, and the woman sat dignifiedly on the sofa.

Now the warm light remains the same, but only this dying old man remains.

"It was a woman who did it, right?" Luo Ling put away the memories in his eyes and said in a low voice.

“…she betrayed us.” The old man raised his head, neither angry nor sad, but said in a narrative tone, “It wasn’t me, it wasn’t the “company”, it was us.

"She betrayed the ideals that we all held and embarked on a path from which there was no return."

Whether it is a "company" or a "pioneer", whether it is an old man or a philosopher, even if they have gone astray, even if they think that each other has made the wrong choice, they may even turn against each other with swords and fight to the death.

But the only thing without exception is that they are all fulfilling their mission of saving humanity and civilization in their own way.

It was not until now that the old man realized that the woman...or the historian, had been balancing the power of both sides not to temporarily balance the situation in Victoria, but to find an opportunity.

A chance to kill everyone.

...right now.

Whether it is the "Company" or the "Pioneer", once one side wins, the woman's plan to kill everyone will become impossible to achieve. This is why she has always pursued balance.

And now, before the plan was completely exposed, the woman had accomplished her goal.

"Miss Luo Ling, if possible, can you promise me one thing?" The old man raised his head and said slowly,

"There is still some power of 'destiny' left in this broken body. I will refine it directly into holy remains and give it to you.

"Including my memories, I will leave them to you intact without destroying any of them.

"How about this... as payment to you?"

At this point, the old man suddenly paused, then grinned.

"Making a deal with a weirdo, and a notorious 'human-like weirdo', I'm afraid even a radical like 'Pioneer'... has never done it before."

At this point, the lie of the alliance with the "White Witch" has been refuted, and the old man also knows that from the beginning to the end, the "Pioneer" was just acting in his name.

In fact, until now, the old man still has many puzzles and doubts in his heart about the "White Witch", or what kind of existence Luo Ling is.

However, he doesn't have much time left.

The painful torture of lingchi is not something that ordinary people can endure. The old man has almost reached his limit at this time and has little ability to think.

He just wanted to be free as soon as possible.

"I don't deserve the reputation of being a vicious person. I am just doing things in my own way." Luo Ling said, "Go ahead, if your request is not too much."

"It shouldn't be too much." The old man raised his head with difficulty and said, "Just a little help to convey a message for me.

"Tell my brother, the philosopher of the "Forerunners"..."

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes wide and screamed almost hysterically,

"Don't get promoted! Don't get promoted! Don't get promoted!

"This is a conspiracy! It will only bring our hopes to an absolutely irreversible end!"

After the words fell, the old man seemed to have lost all his strength, his old body gradually slumped down, and his tired voice sounded again,

"If he insists on his own way... tell him,

"I will wait for his arrival in sorrow, in the final despair."

After he finished speaking, the old man became as stiff as a sculpture. He was not dead, but was suffering from deeper pain and torture.

Luo Ling witnessed all this and finally nodded, agreeing to the old man's last request.

"...good."

She thought the old man would ask her to avenge him.

But what was unexpected was that even until this moment, the old man's eyes were still only on the philosopher.

Perhaps, this is the final destination of this pair of brothers.

After that, it was Luo Ling's last bit of help that he could offer to this old man who had carried through the entire history of Victoria with his own will.

"May you not be accompanied by the pain of life when you fall into "silence"."

A tender, cold voice sounded, inexplicably carrying a sense of holiness and sacredness.

At the same time, the sickly pale white Ganoderma lucidum bloomed wildly inside the cabin.

Countless hyphae gradually spread, along with gentle warmth, wrapping around the old man's body and taking him to the end of his life.

The mysterious power in the heart was wrapped and devoured by the mycelium. The torture and pain it brought gradually subsided. The old man's eyelids moved slightly and finally opened a little.

He stared straight ahead, watching his countdown tick by tick to the end.

When the "moment of death" overlapped with the present world, the corners of the old man's mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile of relief.

His life was completely frozen at this moment.

The head of the board of directors of the "company", a legendary figure known as "the old man"...

Fallen into "death" forever.

.........

The battle outside is still going on.

"Ashes of Destruction" is indeed one of the two high-risk and strange powers, and it is wielded by the deity himself. The two abilities are superimposed on each other, and the power is unparalleled.

The omnipresent controlling hyphae requires the opponent to maintain absolute concentration. If they are careless for a moment, mysterious hyphae will grow on their bodies, slowing down or even controlling their movements.

Not only that, once an injury occurs, if it is not stopped in time, the blood will be drawn out and turned into a blood slave that counterattacks.

I thought Fiona and Lina were being bullied by the majority, but in fact they were the ones who were being bullied by the majority.

In addition, the top executives of these "company" had just experienced a major war not long ago and were in extremely poor condition. They were quickly defeated and could only guard the door and struggle to hold on.

——The reason they were able to hold on was not because they had enough ability to resist, but simply because Fiona and Lina were unwilling to kill them.

Of course Lu Fangling could see Fiona's intention and wanted to ask several times, but in the end she couldn't open her mouth.

Such a stalemate made the senior executives of other offices who were hiding in the "company" headquarters unwilling to show up. They were all rushing to recover in order to preserve the strength of their headquarters in the face of the possible massacre that would follow.

The major offices have never been a monolithic entity. The direct descendants and others who are invited to join have almost two different attitudes towards the headquarters. Everyone present is well aware of this.

There is another point that is even more clear to me.

If the old man fails...

At this moment, the sound of light footsteps came from deep within the headquarters. It was not loud, nor inconspicuous, but it instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Not long after, a petite figure slowly appeared, and with her appeared a white silk cocoon wrapped like a mummy, floating behind her.

"Could it be that..."

Seeing this scene, all the senior executives of the "company" involuntarily stopped what they were doing and stared closely at the white silk cocoon.

At the same time, Fiona and Lina stopped their attacks and stood beside Luo Ling.

Luo Ling waved his hand, and the white silk cocoon was placed in front of the company's senior executives, then slowly untied, gradually revealing the old man's body inside.

There are no more miserable injuries, no more pain and entanglement.

The dead old man sat on his small bench with his eyes closed, his expression peaceful, even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards the liberation that belonged only to him.

At the last moment before the old man died, Luo Ling used Puppet Ballad to recover all his injuries and finally ended his life.

——But in fact, even if Luo Ling wanted to save the old man's life, he couldn't do it. Under the influence of the mysterious power in his heart, the old man's consciousness had collapsed irreversibly.