Chapter 1188: Weng Falosi 3.2 (234)

The newly resurrected Dead Dragon seemed to urgently need life nutrients; its piercing howl appeared able to draw the life from living beings, causing Xiadie's complexion to turn pale as she fell to the ground on one knee.

The only problem is that this move isn't as effective for Xing. Because…

She has no life!

Now she is merely a "walking memory," not even a living creature. Her blood is no longer warm, her heartbeat no longer real. Yet these have become advantages—

Seizing the gap while the Dead Dragon emitted its next piercing howl, Xing leapt, aimed at the dragon's unnaturally slender neck vertebra, and hammered down with a heavy staff!

The blow, as heavy as a thousand pounds, rang out with a "boom"—the Dead Dragon's already crooked neck twisted even more grotesquely, and from the Ming River behind it, tentacles kept reaching out to seize her, only to be driven back the next instant by the scorching firepower of her flame gun.

"How's that?"

Xing came to Xiadie's side and helped her rise from the ground.

The attack she launched seemed not only to wound the Dead Dragon but also to some extent alleviate Xiadie's decay; a healthy flush of color appeared on her face, as if Bolukesi's waning life, through some bond, was continuously flowing back into Xiadie's body.

"I'm fine…" Xiadie forced out a faint smile, "Sir, but for the upcoming battle, please leave it to me."

The attic still echoed with the girl's cries.

"Please… don't turn back toward the Underworld…"

——

Naruto.

Naruto kept running forward, even though his legs felt as heavy as if filled with lead, he dared not stop at all.

Just now, whatever had happened, floating souls surrounded him; those translucent silhouettes darted endlessly beside him, filling the entire Leaf Village.

Naruto ran until he reached a low tombstone in the forest, then stopped, panting heavily.

Sure enough…

In front of Jiraiya's tombstone, a tall familiar spirit stood there. The sunset's afterglow pierced his semi‑transparent form, and the other seemed to sense something, slowly turning around.

"You've grown, Naruto."

It was the familiar voice, yet it froze Naruto in place. He opened his mouth, a thousand words stuck in his throat, but not a single syllable came out.

Jiraiya smiled as he walked toward Naruto: "What's wrong? Seeing the teacher got you so excited you can't speak properly? You're already a ninja who can stand on your own, so why—"

"I miss you!"

Naruto's suddenly raised voice rang like a thunderclap in a clear sky, abruptly cutting off Jiraiya's teasing half‑sentence.

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Jiraiya looked at the disciple before him, almost as tall as himself yet with reddened eyes like a child's, reached out to pat Naruto's head, but his palm passed through the hair, stirring a faint cool breeze.

Naruto clenched his fists tightly, his nails nearly digging into his flesh. He struggled to suppress the surge of emotion in his chest, yet his voice still trembled: "Lecherous Immortal… I, I really, really miss you! Do you know, after you left, the ramen in the village tasted bad, even the ice pops, and the 'Perseverance Ninja Tale' you left behind I also—"

"Naruto." Jiraiya said softly, "You are my pride."

"Lecherous Immortal…"

Large, massive tears finally burst uncontrollably, splattering the soil beneath his feet. Naruto lowered his head, raised his hand and wiped his face haphazardly; he tried to seize the Lecherous Immortal, but like him, he passed through Jiraiya's body.

Jiraiya looked down at his own hand, then lifted his gaze to the sky—though it was unclear whose technique had been used, it seemed related to his 'resurrection' in this form.

——

The Dead Dragon's twin wings flapped, its claws plunged into the water and swept forward—a dark water wall several meters high rose from the ground, bearing down on Xiadie head‑on.

Facing the massive wave, Xiadie did not retreat but advanced, the giant sickle in her hand flicked upward sharply, instantly cleaving the oncoming water wall in two, scattering spray like a torrential rain.

Her giant sickle seemed to possess a life of its own, continuously absorbing the surrounding Ming Water. The dark droplets began converging from all directions toward the sickle, as if being drawn into a bottomless well.

The originally purple sickle gradually became enveloped by a layer of black death aura.

Xiadie gripped the sickle's handle tightly, channeling all her strength into it. In the instant the charge completed, it was as if a black lunar arc split the night sky, bearing the deathly silence that ends all things, and she slashed straight toward the Dead Dragon!

"Boom—!!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, a raging shockwave swept the Ming River water outward, a blinding flash of light surged skyward, stripping the clouds from the heavens cleanly.

After this strike, Bolukesi no longer had the strength to resist; its wings and claws drooped helplessly to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I had to awaken you from ancient death…" Xiadie walked slowly to Bolukesi's side, "I understand you're uneasy… don't be afraid…"

The girl's cries still echoed nonstop in the attic.

"Do you still remember me? I am the girl you once escorted across the Underworld Sea. I'm sorry, for some reason my memory couldn't retain your image. Yet with many people's help, I finally managed to gather those old fragments…"

"…Bolukesi, I'm back."

Sensing the Dead Dragon's sorrow, Xiadie lowered her eyelids: "Although I know this may not be what you hoped for, I must do this. So now, please guide me across the Ming River, back to the Underworld, just as you once did…"

"Take me to that 'death' flame's eternal slumber, will you?"

——

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind.

"So this is the BOSS's life…"

Nalanjia looked down at the table piled with Italian Bolognese pasta and mushroom‑topped Margherita pizza, then glanced up at the exquisitely decorated chandelier ceiling, exclaiming in amazement.

After seeing the souls of Aparki, Nalanjia, and Bu Jialati, Qiaolunuo had the chef specially prepare the dishes that were once served at the Naples restaurant.

Coincidentally, Misita and Fuge were also present; it was hard to imagine that the banquet when Qiaolunuo first joined the organization would be recreated in this way now.

…only that newcomer who first entered the organization has already transformed, becoming the leader of the organization.

"Fuge, have you returned to the organization?"

"Hmm, sorry, at that time I—"

"No need to apologize, Fuge. Just stick to what you believe is right."