My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

Even if someone watched it, it would be time-consuming and laborious. Di Mantle was angry and absolutely disagreed with this.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, new murders occurred in the city, two of them, and the locations where they occurred were extremely special.

Two people drowned in succession in a lake revered as a sacred source by the Attic people. Their bodies were discovered very close to each other, almost one day apart. The deceased had lived a decent life and did not show any signs of suicide in their daily lives.

Professionals concluded that these were two murders!

The priest didn’t really care whether anyone was dead or not, but he did care if someone died in the lake near the temple.

This was like a slap in the face to the priest, making him feel like he was being provoked.

The priest ordered a thorough investigation of the case.

However, the investigation lasted for several days without any results, which made the priest so angry that he cursed the guards for their incompetence. The progress on the Mantle side was also not ideal. Even though all the people related to the case were arrested and interrogated strictly, they could not find any clues related to the case.

The results of the first day's investigation will determine the outcome of subsequent investigations.

This has become an unsolved case. Even the spell of talking with the dead is ineffective because Luo himself did not notice anything unusual. If his mind had not been temporarily revived by the spell, he would not have known that he was dead.

After several busy days, Qingyu stopped Diman, who still refused to give up, and urged him to let it go for now. "It's time to end it. Our trip has been delayed because of this, and many routes need to be replanned. Let's call it a day. If they're dissatisfied, we can wait until we return to seek revenge."

Di Mantle said gloomily, "This is strange. An enemy is targeting us."

"I know, but you only considered external threats, not internal ones. What if Luo died at the hands of a colleague? Luo had a lot of emotional issues with the students, and his daily lifestyle was also problematic. This made it possible for him to be murdered by the students. After all, in previous explorations, he was the one who had the most accidents."

Qingyu said softly, "Although you may think the students are just students, they are adults both physically and mentally. They have their own interests to consider and are ruthless."

"Mantle, have you not thought of this possibility, or do you not want to think about it?"

Among the three team leaders and mentors, Di Mantle, who seems difficult to deal with, is actually the most naive. He always speculates on human nature from a good perspective and believes that the flattery of his subordinates is more or less sincere and well-intentioned.

After a moment of silence, Dimanche asked Qingyu, "Did you find a clue that I didn't notice?"

Qingyu smiled implicitly and didn't answer directly: "I'm just giving you a way of thinking. When you reach an impasse, you have to think outside the box and not stick to the old ways."

Then, Qingyu weighed the pottery jar, said goodbye to Diman, and said she would go back first.

Mantle remained silent, pondering Qingyu's words.

Inside the base, Qingyu's return was silent and did not alarm anyone.

She appeared directly in front of Anjou and carried her away.

Noita looked at the place where Anjou disappeared with some awareness. A chilling tingling sensation made her brain numb. Some strange thing that made her perfect body feel disgusted had returned.

Qingyu and Anru disappeared briefly and then appeared in the deserted swamp.

Without waiting for Anru to speak, Qingyu scolded:

"Your Majesty!"

The biologist looked at Anjou coldly, and with a wave of his sleeves, an irresistible force descended from the sky, forcing Anjou to the ground. Two pits were immediately formed in the soft mud, and the mud and water stuck in the soil seeped out, soaking Anjou's trouser legs.

Anjou knelt on the ground, as docile as a lamb, and had no intention of resisting her mentor.

She knew very well what she had done. Taking a colleague's life was a taboo, but her mentor did not hand her over to the mantle for disposal, which meant that there was room for negotiation. The mentor might want to protect her.

After a brief and tense silence, Qingyu asked, "Why didn't you discuss it with me before killing A'Luo?"

"I don't want to implicate you. If you knew about this before you took action, Master Mantle would definitely be angry with you. I don't want to damage the relationship between you and your colleagues."

Qingyu had a mocking smile on her face, and even Anru herself didn't believe what he said.

"If you don't want to implicate me, you don't have to do this. It's no use trying to be pitiful now. No amount of whitewashing can mend this rift."

She stretched out her hand and asked Anju for something: "Where is A Luo's soul? Give it to me."

The only good solution is to cover up this matter and prevent the rift from appearing in the first place.

Qingyu pulled out an inconspicuous piece of yellowed paper from the drawing board. This paper was made of soul-sucking wood and had the ability to capture scattered souls.

There is an abstract pattern on the paper, which looks like a person screaming in fear. It is the soul of Alo bound by Anjou.

The soul stains the paper and wears away in silence.

"I've already helped you clean up the traces left at the scene, and I don't want to ask why you killed him, but you'd better be careful and don't reveal yourself."

Qingyu waved his hand and sent Anru back to her original position.

She quietly looked at the soul in the painting, took out the clay pot that imprisoned the "worm", opened the lid, and saw a small shriveled tendril similar to seafood lying at the bottom of the pot.

The soul-absorbing wooden paper was folded and put into the jar.

The delicate chewing sounds, inaudible to human ears, echoed in the silence.

Qingyu looked at the scroll and his soul being eaten away, feeling completely unmoved.

Chapter 139 You smell so good (This is not right

At some point, a strong wind blew outside the oasis, blowing up a huge expanse of yellow sand. At first, it was as small as duckweed, but suddenly it grew into a black sandstorm that covered the ground and the sun. It swept across Attica, sounding the clarion call of destruction.

The sun lost its brilliance due to being obscured, and the people of Attica today witnessed a deep darkness that was similar to night, but it was noisier and more violent than night, tearing the forests apart madly and filling up the water sources.

Rough sand and gravel rushed into the convoy's camp without any explanation, galloping through the air along with the strong wind, casting a layer of dirty gray filter on everything.

The yellow wind howled, and the troops, relaxing at the base, took refuge in the limited accommodations, using the more sturdy rooms to withstand the sandstorm. Their faces paled, and they stared out the dark windows in worry or fear, trembling with the might of nature—even the instructor would find it difficult to withstand such a storm.

Noita was the last person to run into the room, and the tail of the sandstorm hit her, so that she was covered with sand.

After closing the door, she shook her head like a cat falling into water, trying to get rid of all the sand in her hair.

The phantom cleaned the sand for Noita. She held her down with one hand and combed her hair with the other. However, Noita wasn't very obedient, moving around like a keycap, and her hair kept hitting the phantom's eyes. Soon, both of them were covered in gray. The phantom angrily spat out the sand that Noita's hair had pushed into her mouth, her expression grim.

They were busy for a long time, and a scholar who could not bear to watch any longer used the cleansing technique to help them clean up their appearance, which made the two people who were fighting calm down.

After thanking the scholar, Noita smiled awkwardly and hid in the corner of the room, staying with her luggage and bed.

The phantom followed closely behind, standing outside Noita.

The scholars and mercenaries did not occupy Noita's bed. Most of them stood or leaned against the wall, giving Noita the resting place.

With the help of the phantom demon's cover, Noita put away his smile and his heart became heavy.

Anxiety entangled her heart like a spider web.

This was a sandstorm that had not been seen for a century. It appeared without any warning just when they were about to set off. It came with such force that it gripped everyone's heart with a terrifying attitude that seemed to bury the heaven and earth, bringing panic, fear and despair.

It's hard to say this is just a coincidence.

She smelled a conspiracy.

Noita frowned and thought deeply. In her previous life, there was no city of Attica in the many secret realms of the shallow dream. There was only a place called Attica in the deep dream.

In mythology, the Attica region is the cradle of heroes. Many mythological heroes were born here and established immortal achievements in Attica.

Attica may sound unfamiliar, but it has another familiar name - Athens.

Noita had originally believed that the Attica of the shallow dream was merely a projection of the real Attica. Since no trace of it had been found during the Age of Great Exploration, it must have been destroyed. Noita, believing it was better to avoid trouble than to interfere, had not intended to interfere with Attica's natural rise and fall. But now, it seemed that trouble was finding her instead of her.

The sandstorm came strangely. If the city of Attica was destroyed in this sandstorm, she would need to actively save herself.

Hiding in the shadow of the phantom demon, Noita silently recited Luhua's name.

A soft voice flowed out from the void, caressing the girl's earlobe: "I'm here. Do you need me to move you out of the sandstorm range?"

Luhua has always been paying attention to Noita. The contract of sharing glory carries her power. Even if Noita has not signed the contract, Luhua can use it as a medium to accurately find Noita in the darkness.

"…Not for now. I have questions I want answered."

"Happy to oblige."

"The purpose of this sandstorm."

As an extraordinary person and bystander, Luhua has a detached enough perspective to observe the overall situation and has the most thorough understanding of the changes and purpose of the sandstorm.

If a sandstorm threatened to destroy Attica immediately, she would run without hesitation.

"Siege." Luhua pointed out the nature of the sandstorm. "I haven't yet determined its source, but its purpose right now isn't destruction, but to create an inescapable zone. Someone wants to trap you in the oasis and doesn't want you to leave."

Luhua was very sure that this sandstorm was directed by someone, and there were obvious signs of human manipulation.

Noita relaxed, as long as they didn't intend to destroy the city immediately. The corners of her lips curled up. "If this is a siege, then the enemy's purpose is worth discussing. What do you think they want to do?"

"I'm not sure. There are too many possibilities. But the controller is definitely in the blockade area. You can go and ask it in person."

The operator can only be inside the sandstorm blockade. If it is outside, Luhua can find it in the first time.

Only by using the magic of the sandstorm to cover up the tracks can Luhua find it difficult to find the culprit.

"I understand, thank you."

"You're welcome. Do you need me to pull you out? Once the sandstorm fully establishes, isolating the inside and outside, it will be difficult to rescue you."

"No need, I will deal with the person behind this." Noita was confident and took out a suitcase from the gate city. It looked exactly the same as the suitcase he brought when he joined the team.

But the new boxes are filled with weapons.

Now that we know someone is playing tricks, everything becomes simple. It's just a matter of finding the enemy and then killing him.

Noita is not familiar with deciphering and solving cases, but she is very good at fighting.

No one noticed Noita's little movement except the Phantom Demon. The Phantom Demon knew that Noita had a good ability in storage, so she quietly moved her body to block any eyes that might glance at this place for Noita, giving Noita enough space to send the old luggage back to the Gate City.

"Its origin is unusual..."

"The sound of the sea of ​​sand is even more powerful than this..."

"I've seen..."

"The wind is too strong, what should I do with the project?"

"The instructor will protect the data..."

After replacing her luggage, Noita overheard the scholars' discussion about the storm. Protected by their houses, they had avoided the worst of the storm, and their hearts gradually calmed during the conversation, their words mostly expressing optimism.

They believed that the three mentors could solve everything. These were three second-level combat forces, a force that could not be underestimated no matter where they were.

Noita lay on her side on the bed, holding the Frost Blade and fell into a peaceful sleep.

She needs to get enough rest to be in good spirits to fight. She needs to adjust her condition and be in the best condition to face the upcoming battle - she hopes that the mastermind behind the scenes can give her a surprise.

[You are cursed and affected by special circumstances. The difficulty of the curse immunity has increased. Resistance test in progress... Saving test in progress... Gaining the curse effect: Delicious food.]

The reminder in the diary suddenly woke Noita up.

How can there be such a dirty thing as a curse!

She was still sleeping in bed, covered with a quilt. The sandstorm had not disappeared, and there were no direct enemies around, so she was safe for the time being.

However, the reminder of the curse is not optimistic.

The calamity destined to befall Attica has brought a curse upon it. Dust and sand obscure the sky, a darkness that persists for three days. People cannot see each other, and light cannot shine brightly. The power of shadows rises. In this environment, the power of curses is strengthened, and the power of spiritual radiance skills is weakened. Use illumination to dispel the curse.

[Darkness and Dust spread a curse, and you are cursed. You will be unaffected by the remaining curse for seven days, and after seven days, you will receive a new curse.]

She opened the log and saw densely packed curse judgments, a total of fifty.

Multiple curses were judged multiple times, but only "Delicious Food" was affected. After being cursed, there will be a seven-day respite and it will no longer be infected by other curses.

[Delicious Food: You are cursed with an extraordinary delicacy, becoming the preferred target of monsters, biting insects, stray animals, and vermin. The life forms that ingest your tissues will gain some of your vitality.]

Curses are one of the oldest and most terrifying types of magic. They are more stubborn than spells and come in many forms, ranging from those that cause an era of strife and bloodshed to the eternal slumber of Sleeping Beauty.

Noita hates curses because if they are not removed by special means, they will remain in effect forever.

Now the curse she was cursed with was even more disgusting, not very harmful but extremely insulting.

Noita's eyes were subtle. She felt that a group of small insects were captured by the curse and were attacking it.

The girl's eyes shone with psychic energy, and a tiny, sharp breeze crushed the insects that tried to bite her. Noita had successfully angered the curse spreader. Although using a weak curse to gain a safe period was the right approach, this curse that attracted insects was still disgusting.

Noita stood on the ground. The phantom who had been standing next to her wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out. She grabbed Noita's arm in panic and pointed at her mouth.

Noita placed her fingertips against the phantom's throat, feeling the vibration of her vocal cords, but could not hear any sound.

It's the curse of aphasia.

Noita looked at the other people in the room, and sure enough, they were also affected by the curse.

ps: Found a lot of weird curses

Chapter 140 Contact

Everyone in the room was affected by the curse brought by the sandstorm, and all kinds of terrible reactions broke out in their bodies at the same time. The screams spread like ripples on the water, and the chaos infected the people around them.