The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

He picked up a fish bone from the side.

The man was stunned by Bai Qian's actions, and his hunched and emaciated body was instantly shrouded in a heavy shadow.

The fishbone disappeared from sight.

The man froze, then touched his forehead.

Beneath the withered skin, a tiny hole appeared, from which a viscous, cold liquid was flowing.

This is......

He instinctively tried to figure out what had happened, but found his mind a complete blank, unable to think at all.

His body froze on the spot, and he could only watch as the girl in blue slowly stood up opposite him.

Behind him, the villagers, who had transformed into demons, ignored him and walked past him into the room one after another.

They stared at them with malicious eyes and slowly approached them.

The man's gaze was subtly shifting, perhaps like a transformation that occurred before death; it seemed as if he could perceive the aura of everything around him.

Before his consciousness completely dissipated, his gaze shifted to Bai Qian, and he also sensed the aura emanating from the girl in green.

If Bai Qian was just like an ordinary person before...

From a man's perspective, it's as if he sees a terrifying monster hidden beneath that exquisite, doll-like exterior.

She seemed to stand high in the sky, looking down at the world with indifference and arrogance, as if the whole world was just a fun toy to her.

At her feet lay countless corpses, one after another.

There were no intact corpses, only mutilated, headless bodies that were either smashed or reduced to minced flesh—scenes that sent chills down one's spine upon seeing them.

In the last second before consciousness faded.

The man saw the headless giant python's corpse, lying in the ruins, its dying resentment coiled around the girl.

The slender, fair hand reached out and pinched the incessantly grumbling of the giant python beside it, squeezing it hard.

The resentment and hatred vanished without a trace.

The man looked over with cold eyes as the villagers rushed past her and towards her.

They lost the ability to think.

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Volume 1: 210. Something wrong?

The villagers who flooded into the room at that moment did not seem like normal people.

Or rather, they've lost even the most basic human form.

Dark blue snake scales replaced their skin, and pairs of eyes that looked nothing like human eyes grew from their eye sockets. Their hunched, emaciated bodies looked like firewood that could be set on fire at any moment.

They passed by the man, who was now lifeless, completely unconcerned about his condition.

It might be completely meaningless to them, because at this moment, all they could see were those three figures.

Living in this prison-like place, they never see any living people. The only thing that sustains their lives is the orders given by Qinglang. They live by the orders given by Qinglang.

The things that live here can no longer be called human.

They had little reason; they had already lost all semblance of rationality the moment they rushed into the room.

Bai Qian sat by the window, not really caring as she watched the villagers crowding into the house.

Lingxi tapped her finger lightly, and the crystal-clear water instantly condensed, keeping the villagers who were rushing up at bay outside a wall of water.

"What should we do?" Lingxi asked, tilting her head to look at Bai Qian. She wasn't in a hurry.

These people are beyond saving; they are not living people at all, and they can never become living people.

"Qinglang should be dead?" Bai Qian looked at the villagers attacking the water wall, creating ripples on the transparent water wall. Neither she nor Lingxi cared about these monsters.

What they care about more is the significance these villagers represent.

"Yes, Qinglang is indeed dead, but what keeps these people alive is not Qinglang himself, but an array he created using the water's current, with this lake as its core. I guess he set it up as a way to protect this lake," Lingxi replied casually.

"The entire village should be within the coverage area of ​​the formation. Their existence is based on this formation, not Qinglang."

"It's possible that they didn't even know that Qinglang was dead."

It's easy to guess.

Bai Qian raised her slender index finger and pointed it at the villagers outside the water walls, who had been completely transformed into snake-scaled monsters.

A clear thread emerged from the tip of the index finger, passed through the wall of water, and quietly disappeared into the head of the nearest snake-scaled monster.

Its body froze, but the group of snake-scaled monsters beside it showed no sign of stopping.

It frantically pounded against the transparent water wall.

Bai Qian quietly watched them, then gently traced a line with her slender white index finger.

From its head, one after another, thin and transparent threads emerged. These threads, which looked like they were made of clear water, emerged from beneath the dense, dark blue-green snake scales, intertwining and crisscrossing. Suddenly, thousands upon thousands of threads burst forth, and the head exploded, scattering countless strands of silk.

Like a sacred lotus flower, with silk threads forming its body, the lotus suddenly expands and fully blooms in the next second as it gathers in the air.

Countless threads pierced into the skin of these snake-scaled monsters, and almost instantly, their hunched and emaciated bodies vanished. These threads extended not only to the snake-scaled monsters in the room at this moment.

They poured out of the house and scattered.

The last remaining flesh and blood beneath the withered skin was completely taken away by the white silk threads in the blink of an eye. The bones disappeared along with the blood and flesh, like liquid, as they disappeared into the body through the silk threads.

The gaunt faces fell to the ground. The scaly monsters that had just been so ferocious, as if they wanted to devour the three people in the room, had all been neatly transformed into these wrinkled, cloth-like faces on the ground.

The translucent silk threads were gathered back into Bai Qian's sleeves.

Seeing this, Lingxi glanced at the face covered in noodles.

The scene, reminiscent of a horror movie, didn't frighten her; in fact, she was almost used to it, feeling nothing but a slight sense of awe.

This scene was alright; at least it looked quite simple, with no blood or brains visible.

“Not a single one was left alive.” Lingxi looked at the face skins scattered all over the ground. Since they weren’t human skins, they couldn’t really be called human skins.

Bai Qian blinked once upon hearing this.

"I forgot." He really did forget, because he discovered that these snake-scaled monsters would extend the lifespan of demons, so he simply dealt with them all in one go without thinking about what would happen next.

Although the individual rewards are not much, there are quite a few snake-scaled monsters here, and all of them together have a lifespan of over sixty years.

Bai Qian plans to accumulate some lifespan of demons, then max out [Sword Qi Flourishing] in one go. After maxing out [Sword Qi Flourishing], she will use the strange lifespan to transform [Sword Qi Flourishing].

After [Sword Qi Surge] consumes the strange lifespan, it will only become sharper. However, judging from the previous situation, it should just be that the strange lifespan invested was not enough. If enough strange lifespan is invested, it will definitely produce a change.

I'm just not sure if the strange lifespan I have is enough.

Lingxi looked out the doorway and saw that the villagers who hadn't managed to squeeze in had turned into snake-scale-like faces and were lying on the ground.

With this one move, all the monsters in the entire village were converted.

I might even have to praise her for not making things too bloody.

Human skin scattered on the ground is always more pleasing to the eye than blood everywhere.

"Let's ignore that for now and go check out the lake." Lingxi sighed softly. As long as he's happy, it's not really a big deal.

"Oh." Bai Qian poked Pei Huan's flushed cheek with her finger, but his soft, slightly hot cheek didn't react at all.

The sleeping girl was obviously not easy to wake up, but Bai Qian was experienced in dealing with this situation.

The situation was similar when Pei Huan was drunk before.

With a casual wave of his hand, the steam lifted Pei Huan up.

Lingxi glanced at Pei Huan, who was floating in the air.

"Then let's go straight to Tianhe Lake and take a look." Stepping over the leather covering the ground, the two slowly walked out of the room.

By this time, the sky had completely fallen into darkness, and the entire village was devoid of any light, so deathly silent that it was almost suffocating.

"Its lair is in the lake, and these things must have been specially arranged by it to guard its lair." Glancing at the faces lying haphazardly on the street, these poor monsters probably didn't even realize what was happening before they died.

"Do you know about the later realms of martial artists?" Bai Qian, who was walking next to Ling Xi, suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Lingxi tilted her head and looked at the dim moon, which was now only half visible in the sky.

"The Four Realms?"

Bai Qian nodded, just about to ask Ling Xi what these four realms were.

A heavy, muffled thud filled the air, and the house next door exploded instantly. The entire house was smashed open by a black and red horse demon. It trod with heavy steps, each step sounding like a drumbeat, its entire body surging with a chaotic, pitch-black aura. Its massive body charged forward like a thunderclap.

As it approached Bai Qian, Bai Qian was still slightly turning her body to ask Ling Xi about the Four Realms.

A look of glee appeared in its eyes, as if it could already see the small figure in blue being smashed to pieces in an instant.

"Hmm, I'm somewhat interested," she replied casually, extending her delicate palm with a nonchalant air.

The horse demon, who had been lowering its head in an attempt to maximize the impact, had its head pinned down.

Its impact abruptly ceased, the turbulent air it stirred up howling past, causing the girl's clothes to flutter wildly and stirring up dust on the ground, but the hand simply pressed steadily against its forehead.

Dust rose like mist, and within this mist, the black-haired girl calmly turned her head to look at it.

Its pupils contracted to their maximum, just as it was about to forcefully ram through and break free from the hand's restraint.

A crisp sound rang in my ears.

That wasn't any other sound; it was the sound of bones breaking.

An indescribable horror descended upon his body; his limbs were instantly severed, and his body slumped to the ground, unable to move.

She knelt down beside him and gently touched her head.

"Is something the matter?" he asked, puzzled.

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So sleepy, I overestimated myself 〒▽〒, I have no energy at all if I don't sleep for a while.

Please read along! o(*￣▽￣*)o ?

Volume 1: 211. Three Ways to Cross the Sea

What is fear? At this moment, the horse demon was deeply aware of it.

At first, it only needed to detect the three of them before it used its supernatural powers to lie in wait.

The initial idea was naturally to take advantage of the situation and launch an attack.

Of the three, the only one it feared was Lingxi. As the incarnation of the River God, Lingxi's aura was quite unique, and it was impossible for it not to recognize her. However, although it recognized Lingxi, it was not afraid.

After all, it's just an avatar, not the real body, so there's really no need to be afraid.

This is Qinglang's territory. Let alone his incarnation, even if Chenghe God himself came, he felt there was no need to be afraid.

My boss is right there in the lake. Although he seems to have gone out to take care of some things today, he will definitely come back as soon as there is any unusual activity here.

Initially, they thought the other two were just a burden, but after noticing the silk threads that had pierced through all the demon scales in the village, they became slightly more wary.

But no matter how vigilant they were, the primary goal was to keep them away from Tianhe Lake, so he used his supernatural powers to lie in wait, intending to find an opportunity to attack.

It wasn't worried about returning empty-handed. It had already advanced to the level of Exorcist, although it was just barely advancing like the other demons. But according to its original plan, dealing with these three should be no problem.

If all else fails, we can stall them until our boss comes back and deals with them.

With that in mind, I chose the shortest one and crashed into it.

And that's how it turned out.

Bai Qian squatted on the ground, her fingers examining the horse demon beside her.

I hadn't really noticed this person just now.

“I seem to remember you. You’re one of Qinglang’s helmsmen?” Lingxi said, sizing up the horse demon.

Bai Qian pinched Pei Huan's cheek, who was floating in mid-air beside her. This person was sleeping very soundly; even such a loud noise hadn't woken her up.