Chapter 160
At this moment, Xia Er no longer hesitated. Gripping the Blood Roland tightly, she charged forward into the blood mist. In an instant, her figure flickered again; her gray-blue hair transformed back into long, straight red locks, and she wore a slightly oversized exquisite dress.
Why did it have to be at this moment...
The **[Time Distortion]** had reverted Xia Er's body to the pure archive of No.0. At this moment, she temporarily lost all her extraordinary abilities, yet everything before her did not vanish with the switch of the archive.
This wasn’t some ability that locked her body... nor was it a hallucinogenic toxin. If it were either of those, everything should have disappeared the moment the archive switched.
But now, the blood mist not only remained but thickened, making her breath feel as if she were swallowing blood, filling her throat with a sticky, rusty taste.
Most importantly...
The whispers in Xia Er's mind had not ceased.
This was No.0, the pure archive, representing a completely ordinary human form, one that had never been invaded by whispers in reality.
Yet at this moment, within the pure archive, Xia Er heard screams and whispers that should have been impossible.
Caw—
A harsh crow's call made Xia Er instinctively look up.
Her gaze seemed to pierce through countless layers of blood mist, locking onto a "creature" above her.
It was a massive three-headed bird, its wings thrumming in the air, devoid of feathers, instead covered in black, hair-like strands reminiscent of human hair.
A crow... she had seen a black raven just before encountering her misfortune.
Was it it?
There was no time to discern further; Xia Er raised the Blood Roland and aimed at the circling beast, pulling the trigger without hesitation.
“Bang—!”
Xia Er felt a sudden jolt as if her flesh had been violently pulled. The muzzle of the Blood Roland erupted with a spray of blood, and a deep red bullet shot forth, piercing through the layers of blood mist and directly into the beast's body.
But the bullet passed right through it, soaring into the sky beyond—this creature seemed to exist in a different plane altogether, the bullet having no effect on it.
“Gurgle—”
Suddenly, a sound akin to a deep-sea monster's gurgle echoed before Xia Er. She raised her gun, aiming at the blood mist ahead.
In her line of sight, amidst the thick layers of blood mist, a horrific humanoid monster, nearly half-rotted and wielding a bone club, was approaching her.
Dark green liquid, resembling concentrated sulfuric acid, dripped from the monster, and it raised the bone club toward Xia Er while placing a rodent skull into its mouth.
In the next moment, it spat the green pus into the small, twisted skull, unleashing a piercing, shrill wail in Xia Er's mind that nearly shattered her sanity.
What a powerful sealing object!
Without hesitation, Xia Er pulled the trigger!
Bang—!
A blood-red rosette blossomed in the monster's chest, and it lost all capacity to resist, toppling backward.
But the fall of one monster summoned more—its sealing object called forth its companions!
The sharp, shrill cries began to rise and fall, as the monsters in the blood mist advanced toward Xia Er, brandishing their bone clubs.
At that moment, Xia Er's figure twisted again; her exquisite dress transformed into a black ecclesiastical robe, and an unquenchable fire of ignorance ignited from her chest.
Fortune smiled upon her; the "Judger" Xia Er had regained control.
The unbearable noise made her head throb, the wails and screams echoing in her mind. The more the monsters affected her, the more her inner fury surged uncontrollably.
“Ha…”
Xia Er glared at the monsters, exhaling deeply. Silver light flickered, and the Blood Roland vanished from her hand. She raised her right hand, bringing her index and middle fingers together and gesturing forward, as four shadows surged from behind her.
The monsters that rushed toward her collapsed beneath the shadows in an instant, their bodies oozing a toxic pus that pooled on the blackened ground, releasing hissing white smoke.
The death of those monsters did not bring Xia Er any relief.
Instead, a more massive wave of tragic howls erupted in her mind, and beneath the shroud of blood mist, more shadowy figures began to emerge from the darkness.
Those terrifying, monstrous beings ran wildly, roaring in fury.
They sought to torment Xia Er to death in this manner.
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**Chapter 107: Aivina's Healing Therapy.**
“Not enough.”
In a dark alley, a police officer weighed a bag filled with silver shillings in his hand and said, “Do you have any idea what kind of noise you just made? Get lost, I can’t take this money.”
“Hey! Bert!”
A man stepped forward, lowering his voice, “What I gave you before was just a fraction of this!”
“Back off, kid.”
The officer drew his baton, pressing it against the man’s chest. “You’ve messed everything up. You’re out, got it?”
“Damn.”
The man cursed under his breath and reached for the money bag, but his hand was quickly blocked by the baton.
He glared angrily at the officer named Bert and shouted, “You said you couldn’t handle this, Bert! What do you mean by that?”
Bert swung the bag of money, grinning, “This is just enough for me to pretend I didn’t see you and let you off the hook for this opportunity to shine…”
Bert’s words made the man’s blood boil, but after a few seconds of furious staring, he turned and ran into the dark alley.
Once the man’s footsteps faded, Bert scoffed, turning to walk toward the street with the money bag in hand.
A thin officer, having removed his helmet to fan himself, saw Bert and, holding his black steel helmet, spat out the chewing tobacco in his mouth, murmuring, “All clear, sir.”
Bert glanced around, pulled out a handful of silver coins from the bag, and dropped them into the young man’s helmet, patting him on the shoulder. “Keep patrolling, we’ll meet up later.”
“Yes, sir.”
The young man turned to leave, while Bert, weighing the money bag again, wore a satisfied smile.
Since the death of the Blackwater gang leader Solari, most of their connections had been severed, and there was more to be gained from them now.
But this situation wouldn’t last long... The Blackwater gang had turned to arms dealing, and without Solari’s protection, they would likely be completely destroyed and replaced by another gang within a month.
Before they met their end, he might as well rake in as much as he could.
Bert strolled down the street, swinging his baton and humming a tune, seemingly in good spirits.
But soon, he halted, raising his lantern to look ahead.
In his line of sight, not far away, a beautiful girl was staggering forward, her steps unsteady, as if she were drunk.
Oh?
At this hour in the Bell Tower district, she could only be a poor resident of the area.
As long as he could find out where she lived, Bert could roughly guess her identity and situation.
“Miss, do you need help?”
He grinned and quickened his pace toward her, but as he reached her, his smile turned to fear.
The girl slowly lifted her gaze, staring blankly at the empty night sky.
In the next second, a strange flintlock appeared in her hand, aimed directly at the sky, and she pulled the trigger.
Bang—!
The deafening gunshot jolted Bert.
How could she have a gun?! What was she shooting at in the sky?!
Taking advantage of the flintlock’s slow reload, Bert dropped his lantern, raised a silver whistle to his lips, and lifted his baton high.
Beep beep—
The shrill sound of the whistle rang out, warning her while calling for backup, as he raised his baton to knock the gun from her hand.
But the next second, the girl, her eyes bloodshot, turned to Bert. Her expression was vacant as she mechanically raised her gun, aiming it at his chest, and pulled the trigger.
Bang—!
A blood-red rosette blossomed on Bert’s chest.
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