Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v2c85

Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 85 – A Once-in-a-Lifetime Opportunity

“I haven’t considered that yet,” Hua Qingling replied politely.

“Oh… if you’re interested, I can introduce you to someone,” Grandma Zoya chuckled. “Don’t let my appearance fool you, my youngest son is only eighteen.”

Hua Qingling almost choked, quickly changing the subject.

“…Thank you for your kindness, but it seems we’re almost there.”

Eighteen…

Meaning eighteen years ago…

Grandma Zoya was at least from the same era as Old Man Sword, probably over three hundred years old.

Quite… vigorous… for her age.

Hua Qingling’s face flushed as she recalled certain rumors, then she quickly composed herself.

It was normal for older people to have… unique hobbies.

Grandma Zoya, seemingly oblivious to Hua Qingling’s thoughts, continued to smile kindly.

She looked into the distance, where a faint red mist was slowly spreading.

“Young lady… do you think the ‘Witch of Envy’ has truly descended?” she suddenly asked.

Hua Qingling pondered for a moment, then shook her head seriously.

“I don’t know.”

Actually, she thought it wasn’t likely.

Yan City had experienced similar situations before, but they had never actually encountered the Witch of Envy herself.

And for a “Cataclysm” level disaster, the Witch of Envy’s descent wouldn’t be so… quiet.

This red mist’s range and intensity weren’t even comparable to the crimson mist during the Ghost Town incident.

Grandma Zoya looked at Hua Qingling intently and whispered,

“I, however… would like to meet… Her.”

“Hm?”

Hua Qingling paused.

“Just an old woman’s wish,” Grandma Zoya said, her hands clasped behind her back. “As everyone knows, the Witch of Envy’s power, ‘Envy,’ is the pinnacle of all mind-related abilities. My own progress has stagnated for far too long… I long to see what lies beyond…”

Hearing this, Hua Qingling thought of the mysterious girl, Luo Yan, whom she had met in Yan City. She had judged Luo Yan to be a Demonically Infected wielding the power of “Envy,” and although there were some inconsistencies, her assessment was likely correct.

A demonic power envied even by “Destruction” level ability users… possessed by a naive young girl… it was ironic.

“What, you disapprove of an old woman’s lament?” Grandma Zoya, seeing Hua Qingling’s distraction, raised an eyebrow. “I know the risks, I wouldn’t endanger others just to satisfy my own curiosity.”

“Of course, of course,” Hua Qingling quickly replied, snapping back to reality.

However… she had a feeling that this “Witch of Envy” descent was somehow related to Yan City.

Yan City’s communications had been disrupted by Dawn during the war, so the information she received was delayed and limited.

From this distance, Hua Qingling could only receive short messages, no details.

Although Lannister was a hub for information, such classified matters were beyond their reach.

As they approached the red mist, many of the “Peril” level ability users became visibly nervous, only a few remaining calm, or even excited.

Unlike Hua Qingling, who had experienced similar situations in Yan City, and Grandma Zoya, who might have even witnessed the “Witch of Absolute Death” war, most “Peril” level ability users had never encountered anything related to a Primordial Demon.

After all, the Primordial Demons had been dormant for centuries, dangerous Devil’s Apostles were practically extinct, and the few remaining Devil’s minions weren’t a major threat.

“Activate your defenses, prioritize mental and spiritual energy shields,” Grandma Zoya’s voice echoed in the minds of the team members, followed by a wave of calming spiritual energy.

Soon, the ability users were enveloped in colorful shields, mostly valuable, single-use items, essential for exploring dangerous areas.

Hua Qingling didn’t need these disposable shields; she was protected by Grandma Zoya’s spiritual energy field.

The investigation team cautiously advanced, their vanguard reaching the red mist.

To everyone’s surprise, the mist seemed harmless. The area it enveloped was unchanged, even emitting a pleasant, refreshing fragrance.

The surrounding plants even seemed slightly greener.

A few daring ability users deactivated their shields and experienced no ill effects.

“…What’s going on?”

Grandma Zoya, also surprised, frowned and reached out to touch the red mist.

It undeniably carried the Witch of Envy’s aura, but… it was harmless, even… beneficial.

It seemed to have a calming effect on the mind.

…What was this nonsense?

Even Grandma Zoya, with her vast experience, was puzzled.

She had expected, even if it wasn’t the Witch of Envy herself, at least a Devil’s Apostle.

Although insignificant compared to the Witch’s descent, it would still be a rare and significant event.

Hua Qingling was also surprised. She had seen the devastation caused by the Witch of Envy’s “Soul Eater” domain in Yan City’s District Two.

Besides the city’s destruction from the spatial rifts, the countless twisted monster corpses and the grotesquely mutated plants had left a lasting impression.

“Don’t let your guard down, keep your shields active. Perhaps… this is just a mental trap,” Grandma Zoya said cautiously, her own voice now hesitant.

She wondered if she had already fallen into the Witch of Envy’s spiritual domain, but everything indicated this was the real world.

But who could be sure that this wasn’t just an incredibly powerful illusion, even fooling a “Destruction” level ability user?

Mind-related abilities were unpredictable, and Grandma Zoya, a mind-related ability user herself, knew this well, her worry deepening.

She had been certain this wasn’t the Witch of Envy’s descent… but now, she wasn’t so sure.

But the investigation had to continue.

Grandma Zoya focused, her casual demeanor gone, her expression serious.

Only now could they see a hint of the imposing aura of this seemingly ordinary old woman.

As the team advanced, they noticed something else strange.

The small animals in the forest were fleeing in a certain direction, and some even recognized creatures thought to be extinct.

And beyond these fleeing animals, faintly visible in the red mist, were several large figures, seemingly giant beasts.

With so many strange occurrences, Grandma Zoya realized that even if it wasn’t the Witch of Envy’s descent, it was still a serious matter.

She immediately ordered the team to increase their pace.

She no longer had time for idle chatter with Hua Qingling, who now focused on her surroundings.

The red mist covered a large area, about two-thirds the size of a city district, a radius of four to five kilometers.

The investigation team, proceeding cautiously, took about half an hour to reach the center of the mist.

And what they saw there… stunned them.

An unbelievable sight…

Within the lush forest, several giant beasts, each at least “Peril” level, sat docilely on the ground, carefully avoiding the trees.

And the other animals, which would normally flee from these predators, were calmly gathered around them.

They seemed to be surrounding something, their expressions as if they were listening intently.

Predators and prey, all creatures, gathered peacefully, a bizarre yet harmonious scene.

What… were they doing?

Just then, someone in the team exclaimed,

“There’s… someone singing inside!”

Singing?

Grandma Zoya’s eyes widened. She immediately used her mental power to listen.

Indeed, a soft, ethereal singing voice echoed through the forest, its strange melody strangely captivating.

And in her spiritual vision, she saw a crimson figure sitting at the center of the gathered beasts, its back to them.

She… or perhaps He, seemed to sense the team’s presence and turned slightly.

“Don’t listen! Don’t look! Don’t speak!”

Grandma Zoya immediately used telepathy, sending her warning directly into the minds of all the ability users in the team.

At the same time, she used her mental power to shield Hua Qingling, blocking all her senses.

…Facing a Primordial Demon directly was incredibly dangerous.

Even without any malice, their incomprehensible form could shatter a person’s worldview, driving them to madness.

Only “Destruction” level ability users, and a few special “Peril” level ability users, could withstand it.

The team members, heeding Grandma Zoya’s warning, also blocked their senses.

Only Grandma Zoya kept her eyes open, staring intently at the crimson figure.

The moment she had longed for, the ultimate truth she sought… The anticipation made her slightly reckless.

She could have approached more cautiously, but she chose a more direct method.

Connecting with the figure through her soul, speaking to it through her soul.

The crimson figure stood up and slowly turned towards Grandma Zoya, the ethereal singing continuing.

It walked towards her, a faint, metallic tinkling echoing through the misty forest, a dreamlike sound.

The red mist parted, the surrounding beasts making way for the figure, gathering at its feet.

Finally, Grandma Zoya saw it clearly.

A breathtakingly beautiful girl, her youthful face framed by an elegant crimson gown, its folds adorned with small ornaments that, upon closer inspection, were crimson eyes.

Her long silver hair, streaked with red, cascaded down almost to the ground.

She stopped, her pale red eyes fixated on Grandma Zoya, the crimson eyes on her dress also turning towards her.

This beautiful yet terrifying sight almost stopped Grandma Zoya’s heart, but she held on, maintaining her mental focus.

…A rare opportunity.

A chance for a human to directly communicate with a Primordial Demon… This was practically unprecedented.

Even during the Witch of Absolute Death war, Noah hadn’t been able to communicate with her.

Such an opportunity was right before her, but she didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse.

But she couldn’t miss it…

Grandma Zoya focused her mind and asked softly, using her soul,

“May I—”

“May I…”

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired girl spoke at the same time, using the common tongue, although her words were slightly stilted.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to ask, is Yan City far from here?”

“…Huh?”

Grandma Zoya was speechless.

The silver-haired girl before her was Luo Yan, returned from the void.

After her battle with the Witch of Envy, there had been a slight… miscalculation… when she returned to the real world.

And the place she ended up… wasn’t ideal.

“You… you…”

Grandma Zoya stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Could the void’s coordinates have deviated to another world or time?” Luo Yan muttered, then rephrased her question. “Where is this? I seem to be… lost.”

Lost?

Grandma Zoya’s expression flickered. This girl looked exactly like the Witch of Envy! How could she be lost?

Although there were no widely known images of the Witch of Envy, as a mind-related ability user and an experienced “Destruction” level expert, Grandma Zoya had recognized her instantly.

Her aura, her power, the sheer level of energy she emanated…

More importantly, Grandma Zoya saw in her… the pinnacle of mind-related abilities, a feeling difficult to describe.

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