The Final Story of Miss Weird

The artist's ability is to create living puppets out of dead objects. Dead objects are not limited to anything. Sand, water, mineral water bottles on the ground, garbage bags in the sky, and even corpses can all become living puppets.

However, this kind of living puppet only has the simplest consciousness, namely "insect consciousness". It can understand the simple commands of its creator, the artist, but cannot be directly controlled.

Now, this situation seems to have changed a little.

Several corpses that crawled out from the artist's feet paused, and did not attack Luo Ling and Cen Xiangyun immediately. Instead, after a while of slow movement, they turned around and rushed towards the artist.

"...very good."

The artist stretched out his cane and pointed it, and several living puppets instantly collapsed.

He put away the amusement in his expression and focused his attention on the person who should have been the most inconspicuous in this battle.

Luo Ling.

At this time, Luo Ling looked calm. He raised his finger slightly, and a few spores spread out by the power of the "egg" continued to entangle the living puppet created by the artist.

The white mycelium penetrated into these puppets, madly devouring their flesh and blood, turning these living puppets into "meat animals" that could be controlled by her.

Then, launch a spectacular betrayal against their creators.

Like Cen Xiangyun, the artist can certainly see Luo Ling’s identity as a weird awakener, and also knows that she has been chosen to become this unknown and weird "egg".

This strange power parasitized Luo Ling's body, and used her hands to devour the accumulated strength needed for revival.

You know, this is a "high-risk and weird" power...

Even if it is just an early "egg", it is enough to rival the higher-level awakeners, not to mention that it can devour flesh and blood to continue growing. Few people can resist the temptation of this ever-increasing power.

The artist admitted that he was not capable of doing so, so after learning about this strange property from scientists' retrospection, he took sufficient precautions.

But what is the girl in front of me doing...

Her clear and calm eyes and quick and decisive actions were as if she had used this ability countless times, while at the same time avoiding the most tempting ability bestowed upon her by the "egg".

She refused to consume the power of these flesh and blood.

All the living puppets controlled by her chose to self-destruct after getting close to the artist! There was not a single bit of power left that could be devoured by the puppet rumors!

"Very good, very good..." the artist repeated in a low voice, with a smile on his face again, "This kind of "artwork" is wonderful enough.

"I have to be a little more serious, too."

At the beginning, his target was the "egg" in Luo Ling's body, and turning Luo Ling himself into a "work of art" was just his hobby.

It was not until now that the artist began to look at Luo Ling in the right light.

The surging living puppets gradually retreated until only a layer of messy sand and gravel was left on the ground. Only then did Cen Xiangyun finally put down his staff and took a deep breath.

Continuously releasing abilities is still somewhat exhausting for her, but...

Not big.

Even the artist couldn't help but sigh when he saw Cen Xiangyun at this moment.

"Very good, such abundant "inspiration", such exquisite control, even "philosophers" at your stage are only slightly better than you... Very good, I am also a little interested in you, I will try to take you away next time we meet."

The reason why Li Shaoheng was so confident in Cen Xiangyun was because he was very confident that the artist would not be able to do anything to Cen Xiangyun for a while. Even if Luo Ling could not play any role, she could stop the artist alone.

Not to mention now, the artist even said he would take it away next time.

"I have to finish this battle first. We don't have much time to waste here..."

If we delay any further, the "company"'s main force will probably arrive.

The artist knew very well that this was because the local awakening organization did not realize the horror of this strange creature, but "Chi Suo" must have known it, and the company's reinforcements would arrive in Jiangcheng County soon.

By then, it will be difficult for them to do anything.

Under the slightly nervous eyes of Luo Ling and Cen Xiangyun, the artist slowly took out a gun from his arms.

This is a rather small gun. From the appearance, it should be a classical flintlock pistol. The exquisite gold inlay craftsmanship and ingenious carving patterns all exude the aura of a work of art, but at the same time... it is also very dangerous.

This is the artist's sacrificial vessel, "art".

"The so-called 'extreme' art," the artist said slowly, then casually broke off his fingers and loaded them into the gun as if they were bullets, "is the moment when life blooms. The ultimate death brings the ultimate beauty. The last moment before everything withers is the most worth cherishing."

He looked up at Luo Ling, seemingly without even aiming, and just casually raised the pistol.

"This is the 'Withered Flower', young lady, please come and feel... 'Death'."

The next moment, gunfire rang out.

Luo Ling kept staring at the pistol and didn't avoid it because the pistol was not aimed at her at all and she didn't know how to dodge it.

She tried to use Puppet Rumor to control the artist, but unfortunately, the artist was prepared for this. His body was covered with a layer of absolutely dead matter, and the spores couldn't even attach to it.

Even the fingers that had just been broken were covered with a special layer of flesh and blood.

At the moment of firing, Cen Xiangyun created an ice wall out of thin air, trying to stop the bullet.

But there were no bullets.

There was a burst of muzzle flame, but no bullet was fired.

Only a black budding flower appeared out of nowhere and slowly blossomed.

No... not just one.

The black petals floating in the sky are all red spider lilies.

As soon as Luo Ling's spores touched these red spider lilies, they instantly became silent, and all contact was completely severed.

The lush green trees next to it were only slightly contaminated by the scent and quickly withered and died. Countless leaves rustled down and were buried in the soil, rotting.

The moment Cen Xiangyun saw the red spider lily appear, two "ice freezes" directly acted on Luo Ling and her.

When she saw this flower appear, Cen Xiangyun realized that this was an absolutely fatal threat!

According to the company's records, "Withered Flower" belongs to the weirdness called "Purgatory", ranking 41st in the weirdness sequence... "High-risk weirdness".

In other words, this gun is a sacrificial weapon made from "high-risk and weird" holy remains!

Although just like having power and using power are two different things, having high-risk weird abilities and using high-risk weird abilities are also two different things, but now... the one holding the pistol is an artist, who is considered a leader even among the awakened ones on the weird side, and his power can be imagined.

This is almost like using a big move.

The opponent didn't have the patience to drag it out. After seeing Luo Ling's familiarity with the power of "Puppet Ballad", he didn't even bother to proceed step by step and directly used his killing move.

"It's useless." The artist's gentle voice sounded, "You can hide, but she can't. I have marked her life with the "price"."

The small section of finger that was just broken off is not just flesh and blood, but a kind of "price".

The price is that you will lose this section of your finger forever, and it cannot be restored no matter what method you use.

Judging from the mechanical joints of the artist's right hand, he had not used this move very often, but he used it so decisively on Luo Ling. This was a sure kill.

The petals flying all over the sky caused the power of the "egg" to completely disappear. Even "freeze" could not stop the power that brought "death". This was the absolute rule of withering.

The girl in "Frozen" exuded a slightly foul smell of decay, and a hint of paleness stained the ends of her hair.

Cen Xiangyun, who was witnessing all this, trembled slightly. She watched helplessly as another life gradually passed away before her eyes.

Even though we've only met twice, even though we've only known each other for a short while...

But Luo Ling had already left a very deep impression on her.

...Is this battle over?

"Ms. Cen, unfreeze me."

A voice sounded in her mind, it was Luo Ling's.

"Ok?"

Cen Xiangyun was stunned for a moment and hadn't reacted yet.

Why did the voice appear in my head? Is it an auditory hallucination?

"Please untie it quickly."

The voice was repeated again, and Cen Xiangyun was finally sure that it was Luo Ling.

...Is this her ability?

Sound transmission?

However, Cen Xiangyun did not pursue the matter further. She chose to believe this girl whom she had only met a few times.

...and also her year-end bonus.

"Ice, release!"

The ice and snow melted, and the girl walked out from the ice, flying through the rain of withered flowers.

The endless decay and everlasting withering could not stop her.

What does she want to do?

This doubt emerged in the minds of the artist and Cen Xiangyun at the same time.

It was obvious that the Withering Flower was taking effect. Luo Ling's life force was fading rapidly. In just half a minute, or even less, she would turn into a pile of dry bones.

At this time, no matter what you do, it will be futile.

She couldn't even get in front of the artist.

As the beautiful flowers withered and fell, a strong stench of decay emerged, but the girl ignored it and rushed straight towards the artist.

Thirty steps, twenty-five steps, twenty steps...

When the artist's countdown for Luo Ling's life ended, he suddenly discovered that the mysterious figure did not slow down at all and was only a few steps away from him.

This, how is this done?

There was no doubt that the Withering Blossom had taken effect and was already taking her life.

But how did she rush to him with such a withered body?

The artist was puzzled, but when he raised his monocle and looked at Luo Ling, he finally understood.

"There is actually such a use..."

Luo Ling's skin was already rotten, with large chunks of filthy flesh and blood falling off, and the whole thing exuded the smell of death.

But... these are all flesh and blood produced by "proliferation"!

Luo Ling used the second ability of Puppet Ballad, "Proliferation", on herself. The spores absorbed her physical strength and began to grow more flesh and blood. These flesh and blood delayed the erosion of withering for Luo Ling, so she was able to exceed the artist's expectations.

"Very good, very good...very good!"

The artist suddenly laughed. In his eyes, this was the most artistic picture.

Death and the girl, life and struggle, and withered flowers falling all over the sky, there is no beauty in the world that can surpass it, it is a masterpiece!

"I will remember this moment well." The artist whispered, and he broke off the entire finger. "Miss, you are worth this "price."

"It's too late. You can't pay the price."

Luo Ling's voice suddenly sounded in the artist's mind. It was... spores.

At the same moment when the artist broke his finger, the spores that Luo Ling had been lurking nearby suddenly moved out and successfully attached to the severed finger that had not yet formed a dead skin.

He raised his head and met the girl's burning dark golden vertical pupils.

"You've always looked down on me." Luo Ling said in a low voice.

Finally, she was within three steps of the artist.

"Very good," the artist raised his lips, "but what can I do if I let you get close to me? You don't think you have a chance if we fight in close combat?"

Although the artist is an awakener of the "All Spirits" path, he is also a higher-level awakener and a member of the "Pioneer of Evil". He has an endless supply of strange methods at his disposal, and is not some powerless nanny.

Luo Ling did not answer, but she made it clear to the artist through her actions.

A rancid hand slightly reached out to the elegant dwarf man, but it did not reach him, and its target was...

——High-risk and strange sacrificial vessel, "Withered Flower".

Chapter 5: Wrong Arrogance, the Moment of Killing (k)