The Final Story of Miss Weird

No, the other party is a neurotic lunatic and all his behavior is unreasonable.

Seeing that the performer seemed not to be listening to anything, the "prophet" became anxious. She put down the big white Ganoderma lucidum on her back, took a step forward to the performer, and raised her hand to grab another big pussy.

In the eyes of the "prophet", a savior needs to be very obedient.

But this time, as soon as she waved over, the performer raised his hand to hold her.

"roll."

With a slap, the "Prophet" flew more than ten meters away, and dived headfirst into the broken thigh of a half-corpse, and fainted.

"hehe..."

The performer's mood instantly became much happier, as he finally got his revenge for the slap in the face.

And now...

The performer turned around and looked at Bai Lingzhi lying motionless on the ground, with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"It's just a dormant 'egg'. How could it possibly devour me? Even if it could devour my body, my soul is still here. Everything would be in vain."

The performer thought about it, she raised her only remaining left hand, and a demon eye slowly opened at her fingertips.

Although it is no longer possible to perform the sacrificial ceremony here, it is still possible to use the Devil's Eye to collect the "eggs" - you can't just run around like the "prophet" carrying such a large white Ganoderma lucidum, right?

His gift works on the soul, and physical defects do not affect the ability to release.

But in the next moment, the performer's expression couldn't help but tremble with shock.

"what happened?"

She suddenly discovered that the demon eye on her fingertips had turned gray, completely different from before.

Could it be that the gift is damaged because the soul is damaged?

No, it's impossible...

This is a projection of a part of power that "Him" has separated... How could it be damaged because of a slight defect in the soul?

In addition, after Elsa was sealed, his soul had stopped collapsing and he took the potion. Even if he is not at his peak now, he should be at least 70% to 80% of the way there.

Besides, it's not like we haven't encountered more critical situations before, and the Demon Eye has never had similar abnormalities...

"Wait, it's like... this isn't damaged?"

The performer looked inward into his own soul and discovered that the mark on his demon eye seemed to have changed.

The "He" who gave her the Demon Eye belonged to the "Chaos" path, but at this moment, the mark on the Demon Eye... is "Death".

This demon eye was swallowed up and replaced by some existence without anyone noticing...

Could it be...

She thought of a terrible possibility.

The performer raised his head. The white Ganoderma lucidum in front of him was still calm. It seemed that apart from its size, it was just an ordinary fungus.

"No no no..."

"No, no..."

What the psychopath said is true...

This "egg" was really devouring her...and not just her body, but her soul as well.

The performer lowered her head stiffly. Her movements became slower and slower. All senses of her body were gradually cut off, but she inexplicably began to move on her own.

A look of fear finally appeared in her eyes, but it was all irreversible.

Sticky white mycelium emerged from her broken arm, weaving continuously, and finally turned into an intact arm.

Countless "mushrooms" grow, gnaw and dominate the performer's body and soul.

In the end, all the injuries on the performer's body healed, and even the injuries on her soul recovered to their peak state, but they were all occupied by white mycelium, leaving only her still clear consciousness.

"Oh? You were able to kill my eldest son? You're not that weak after all?"

Her mouth was speaking, with a sneer at the corners.

But her consciousness was in torture, as if countless ants were biting her. The clear pain came in waves, but she could not escape by falling into a coma.

The performer watched his body move and walked towards the white-haired girl who was covered in blood in front of him.

The "total domination" of "Kumei Ya" leaves behind the host's self-consciousness as a joke, leaving the host trapped in the mind watching his body and memories being stolen and used.

The performer spends her whole life performing for others, but at the moment of her death, others perform her.

...an impeccable performance.

"..."

Luo Ling raised his head slightly, and the dagger in his hand was almost weak.

The wounds all over her body were slowly healing, but her strength was almost exhausted.

This "Wangchuan Little Ghost" was almost immortal because of the presence of corpses around it, and it was extremely fast. It was difficult for Luo Ling to capture its whereabouts even without using spores.

..This means that Luo Ling cannot use his evil ghost state to deal with it, as doing so would only make him a living target.

When the performer went after the big white Ganoderma lucidum, Luo Ling killed the Wangchuan ghost more than eighty times, and finally, when the opponent was least expecting it, the dagger cut into its body.

It was worthy of being a sacrificial weapon owned by a higher-level awakener. Even though Luo Ling had not been able to activate the special abilities contained in the dagger, the moment it hit the target, it still instantly took away the life of the Wangchuan ghost...or rather, its soul.

The ghost disappeared, leaving only a disgusting mass of filthy flesh and blood.

Exhausted, Luo Ling raised her head, and when she saw the performer walking towards her, she laughed.

Because she has already sensed the strong "Kumei no Ya" aura in the performer, which means...

The performers are either dead or living a life worse than death.

In either case, it's worth celebrating.

However, the crisis has not been resolved.

Behind the sneering "performer", all the white Ganoderma lucidum in the underground cavity swayed gently, and then all of them withered and turned yellow in an instant, pulling out countless white hyphae and pouring into the "performer's" body.

Although this "egg" has not yet fully awakened, it is more active than ever before.

It has devoured everything that can be devoured in the underground cave, taken all the "meat livestock" in the hatching barrier into its body, and temporarily revived with the help of the performer's body. It has only one goal.

Eat Luo Ling.

Eating this fellow can completely wake it up...

"The same to you..."

The performer's mouth is smiling.

"--"egg"."

Chapter 61 End

The pale long hair was scattered among the bloody corpses. The girl with gray eyes slightly supported her fragile body. There was no expression on her delicate but tender face. She was like a small white flower blooming in the mud, standing alone in the purgatory on earth where hundreds or thousands of lives were buried.

An Yu collapsed after learning the truth, the sealed Elsa was immersed in the torment of consciousness, the "Prophet" fainted in this huge tomb, and even the performer had already walked towards the end of his life in despair before the final moment came.

All of this originates from the "Puppet Rumor" in front of us, or rather... part of the "Puppet Rumor".

The confident "performer" had some sticky white mycelium oozing out of his seven orifices. His entire body seemed to have swollen a full circle and was still continuing to swell.

The skin all over his body was constantly being torn and repaired, and even his head was constantly bursting and growing, but only his cracked smile became more and more hideous.

In order to devour its own kind, it gave up its instinct to disguise itself as a "puppet", and only wanted to grow into the most powerful state.

In the end, the performer...it was difficult to call it a "performer" anymore. It turned into a "meat bomb" about six or seven meters tall and about the same width.

White mycelium continued to pour out of the overly bloated body, and the white carcass was squeezed to the point where it became as loose and smelly as a marshmallow dropped into a stinky ditch. The naked figure that should have been graceful and attractive was now just a moldy cream cake poured into a slop bucket.

"Eat it, fellow..."

The cream cake slowly cracked, and the filth inside surged out.

Strings of marshmallows drooped on top, and the overwhelming stench of decay poured down on the clean white flowers.

People of the same kind tend to eat each other.

but...

"...Who is the same as you?"

Luo Ling raised her little head slightly, her petite body seemed inconspicuous in the marshmallow waterfall.

"We are not the same kind."

"I'm totally different from you."

"But...I'm going to eat you too."

There was some purple-black flesh remaining at the corners of Luo Ling's mouth, and his cold pupils reflected a hint of dark gold.

Unimaginable darkness swallowed up the flawless pure white, green scales crawled and spread on the fair and delicate skin, the indifferent expression revealed a heavy murderous aura, the sharp claws tore through the bloated puff and took out the thick yellow liquid.

The ferocious sharp teeth bit down and chewed the gradually melting chocolate in big mouthfuls. The cheese, not wanting to be outdone, smashed down and greedily tasted the evil spirit from hell.

"Eat it."

This was the only thought left in Luo Ling's mind.

This is the only thought left.

"Eat it all...

"If you don't eat it, you will be eaten."

"Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it..."

“Eat, eat, eat, eat…”

She kept tearing and biting to escape the terror that was chasing her.

"Do you still think you are human?" The performer's voice sounded in his ears with a mocking sneer.

No matter what, keep eating.

"Xiaobai, senior sister, are you... weird?" An Yu's face full of fear slowly emerged in his mind.

There was a barely perceptible pause, and the chewing action was without any hesitation.

"Miss Bai, you are so scary now..."

The shivering Elsa seemed to be right in front of him. Luo Ling paused for a moment, and one of his calves melted in the thick milk.

I'm... scary?

She slowly lowered her head and saw that her cheeks were covered with green scales, and her mouth was full of sharp and terrifying teeth covered with broken flesh and blood. Her beautiful face could not save her hideous appearance. A touch of strange red outlined the corners of her eyes, but the only adjective left was "horrible".

The scorching dark gold vertical pupils were burning, but what could not be concealed was her fear.

This is Luo Ling, this is her.

"Xiao Ling."

A weak, soft, kind and familiar voice slowly sounded.

My sister's voice...

No, this is the puppet rumor's instigation!

It was the puppet who wanted to distract her and eat her!

Damn puppet Rumor, it read her memory and wanted to eat her through the weaknesses in her memory!

I don't think about it!

No matter what this fake sister says, she won't be fooled!

Don’t even think about letting your sister stop you from eating this thing!

"Xiao Ling, are you okay?"

"Are you hungry..."