Chapter 303: Separation

—There's something behind.

The two, realizing this, snapped their necks to look back.

Their cervical vertebrae, over‑tightened, emitted a sour‑making cacka grinding sound.

A slender Shadow had, at an unknown moment, taken a position three steps behind them.

There was no footfall at all.

The air was filled with the tick‑tick of water droplets falling.

The vapor was bone‑chilling, penetrating deeper than Siberia's permafrost.

Ling Xinyu stood right there.

She wore the white T‑shirt she had most often worn in life.

The garment was soaked through with dark‑brown stains, its original texture indistinguishable.

Her previously delicate features were completely distorted.

Her skin and flesh displayed a ghastly pallor and swelling as if long‑soaked in stagnant water.

The most hair‑raising part was her eyes.

There was no sclera in the eye sockets.

Only two Abyss‑like black holes.

Dark‑red, hair‑black, viscous blood‑tears streamed outward through the black holes.

They ran down her pallid cheek, dripping onto the marble floor.

With her appearance, the surrounding pressure rose to a terrifying level.

Gu Lian Nan's shoulder‑mounted Bone Scythe, bristling with barbs, had been greedily secreting black slime, ready to devour.

The instant Ling Xinyu's hollow gaze fell.

That arrogant weapon instantly withered.

The scythe blade defied common sense, crazily retracting into Gu Lian Nan's flesh‑filled wound.

It tried to hide itself.

Even if it meant forcefully burrowing back into the host's internal organs.

"Ah—Get out!"

Gu Lian Nan let out a series of hoarse, agonized screams.

It wasn't an external flesh wound.

Rather, the borrowed power inside him went berserk in extreme terror, rebounding.

The Weird Symbiosis, to evade high‑rank pressure, was rampaging inside him, damaging the nerves and vascular plexus of his shoulder.

Ban Lian Nan's condition was even more tragic.

The thick, rolling blood vessels beneath his skin all ceased functioning in an instant.

The potent acidic toxin that had been ready to spew out through his throat instead refluxed in his esophagus.

The extremely corrosive liquid back‑flowed into his stomach.

It burned his cavity and throat, causing billowing white smoke.

He could only bend over in agony, dry‑vomiting, opening his mouth to emit a clack of broken bellows, unable to utter a single full plea for help.

The food‑chain suppression was displayed in vivid detail.

There was no room for resistance.

Had Ling Xinyu appeared from the start, they might have still had the strength to forcibly trigger the Weird, bearing the opponent's rank pressure in combat.

But now they have already forcibly activated the Weird, bearing the backlash cost; merely controlling its instinct has left them exhausted, unable to fight it further.

"This, this, this—this isn't an unfinished half‑product!"

Gu Lian Nan dragged his ruined right arm, wildly stumbling backward, his legs so weak they flailed.

Sharp shards of broken glass on the ground pierced his shoe soles, and he couldn't even bother with them.

Having crawled and rolled in this brutal environment for so long, he knew the nature of these malevolent things inside out.

Humans generally can only borrow parts of organs through cruel grafting or parasitism.

Borrowing even a sliver of flesh‑power requires daily, nail‑biting resistance to spiritual intrusion.

But the white‑clad female ghost before them—

Her limbs were whole, her body manifested, completely unrestrained.

The most deadly part was that when she shifted her gaze, Gu Lian Nan registered a clear focus shift.

She can look at people.

She has judgment.

This thing possesses a complete self‑awareness!

"She is a fully revived complete‑form Fierce Ghost!"

Ban Lian Nan covered his smoking, rotting neck; the lone eye left in it was filled with collapse over this absurd reality.

That youth actually dared to merge with a Weird of this magnitude?

That's equivalent to sleeping while hugging a nuclear reactor!

"How can a fully revived thing protect a living person!"

The short‑haired youth they treated as an ATM right before them.

He is not some unlucky wretch borrowing broken‑limb power.

This damn thing is a living Yama King who directly keeps a top‑tier Fierce Ghost by his side!

He's messed with the wrong person.

A huge mistake.

Nowadays most Weird follow some mechanical Murder Rule.

Only when the trigger conditions are met do they act.

As long as you figure out the rules, even the strongest ghost can be avoided.

But this life‑saving iron law is completely ineffective on the female ghost before us.

She acts without any warning.

She doesn't follow the pattern of stepping on a line before killing.

She is driven purely by emotion.

Because that boy was injured, she wants to kill, plain and brutal.

Gu Lian Nan looks at the encroaching extreme cold domain all around and knows he's fallen to the eighteenth layer of Hell today.

He knows the other is probably the legendary— a special Weird with self‑awareness.

Lin Fan steadies himself against the wall base, coughs twice, then leans his head back and spits out a mouthful of blood‑stained saliva.

The knife wound on his left chest and the penetrating injury on his shoulder are indeed severe.

The scorching blood flows enough to make his T‑shirt cling tightly to his skin.

His complexion turns pale, yet he doesn't even furrow his brows.

He looks toward Ling Xinyu, and the eerie blue halo of madness and murderous intent in his right eye miraculously softens.

Only when looking at her does he show his former tenderness.

Ling Xinyu gives not a hint of attention to the two terrified, leaping Clowns.

Her blood‑tearing black‑hole eyes lock tightly onto Lin Fan.

Tick—

Tick—

The speed of the blood‑tears flowing suddenly multiplies.

The dark‑red liquid pools beneath his feet.

When you see the cleft split open in Lin Fan's clavicle.

When you see the large swath of red‑stained cloth on his chest.

The surrounding extreme cold aura erupts into a total uncontrolled outburst.

It far exceeds all previous gloom and brutality.

She was an ordinary girl in life; at school she would even wipe tears when a stray cat fell ill.

After death, she forged all her obsessions, hatred, and lingering love into this terrifying visage that chills anyone who sees it.

All to become this boy's sword and shield.

Whoever dares let him shed a drop of blood, she will replace it with a hundred‑fold, thousand‑fold life‑bones.

No roar.

No curse.

She issues the execution order in a more extreme, more domineering way.

The entire ruined jewelry shop begins to tremble uncontrollably at high frequency.

The walls crack and flake off.

Large floor tiles shatter and lift up.

The broken ceiling ventilation ducts are twisted into braids by an invisible great force.

Hundreds of thousands of damp long hairs gush out madly from every crack.

This is not a normal area attack.

This is a pure black oceanic tsunami.

Viscous, extremely cold, and sharper than any blade.

Hair strands weave through the air at a speed beyond the eye's capture.

The outer gate is completely sealed by a black, writhing wall.

The remaining windows shatter, and the gaps are tightly filled with hair.

All escape routes from every direction, within two seconds, are built into an airtight iron cage by these steel‑like black hairs.

External light is completely stripped away.

This tiny space is cut out of the real world, becoming an unsolvable execution chamber belonging solely to this Fierce Ghost.

Gu Lian Nan, rolling and crawling to turn and climb the wall, steps his right leg onto broken brick, only to have a dozen thick hairs that suddenly burst from the ground pierce his foot instantly.

"Ugh!"

Blood‑water runs down the hairs, greedily sucked dry.

He retreats all the way to the corner.

He watches helplessly as his sprayed strong acid toxin is casually rolled away and crushed by those hairs.

Lifeless despair becomes the only air here.

Lin Fan props his knee with one hand, using the hairs for support to slowly stand upright.

"You two, it's over."