Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 557 Waiting for My Reincarnation

"Go! Hurry to the end of the corridor!" she shouted, her remaining sanity making her shout.

She guessed that as the true god, they could not resist her commands.

Unexpectedly, they didn't move.

Perhaps due to the influence of the ruins, or perhaps because the fragmented soul in her mind was unstable, her roar had no effect whatsoever.

The grandparents just stared blankly, saying nothing.

"Come on, you guys!"

They remained motionless.

Qin Youyou felt a deep sorrow in her heart. Yes, she had taken action; she had taken action against them, against these grandparents who regarded her as family.

He's like an animal.

They must be very disappointed and scared.

Her body trembled, she closed her eyes, unable to look at them anymore, and waves of boundless regret and overwhelming pain surged through her heart.

Grandparents will definitely dislike her, right?

That's fine too. As long as they abandon her and leave decisively, her loss of control will no longer harm innocent people.

She gritted her teeth, using all her strength to suppress the extreme discomfort in her body, suppressing her urge to move, and waiting for her grandparents to leave.

Instead of the expected sounds of disgust and fleeing, I heard their exclamations of surprise.

"Flying Stick's strength is actually this high!"

"This kid is really good at hiding things; he's kept us all in the dark."

"Quickly, we'd better use our real skills, otherwise how are we going to save them!"

They did not back down or show the slightest fear; instead, they crawled toward her with even greater determination.

"You..." Qin Youyou exclaimed in astonishment. The next moment, her body trembled, and blood returned to her eyes.

Han Dujuan's voice: "Flying stick!"

Zhang Baolin's voice: "Mu Feigun! Wake up!"

The grandparents struggled to get closer, disregarding their own injuries, and handed Qin Youyou their treasured Qingxin Pills, which they themselves were reluctant to use, hoping to help her dispel the demons in her heart.

She crouched on the ground, shivering violently as if trapped in extreme cold. She hugged her arms tightly, hastily retreating to a corner of the corridor, howling like a trapped beast: "Get away! Get away!"

Her eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on her forehead bulged with pain. She scanned her surroundings aimlessly. In the blood-red landscape, she could only make out blurry human figures. They hadn't given up and were still approaching her.

Qin Youyou felt herself becoming increasingly violent, and she might lose control of her strength at any moment and kill them!

"Go away!"

A frenzied roar.

But the grandparents wouldn't leave; they gritted their teeth and pounced on her.

One, two, three...

They pressed down on her, struggling to pry open her jaw and force the Qingxin Pill into her mouth.

Qin Youyou was tackled to the ground, but she bit her lip so hard that blood trickled down her lips. Her whole body was tense to the extreme.

Reason told her she couldn't move, she couldn't move anymore. If she moved again, her grandparents would be killed...

Let the pain in my head linger.

She used all her strength to control her hands, which wanted to resist.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the soul is gradually splitting apart.

The cries of infants, the laughter of toddlers, and the screams of one's own soul intertwined, creating a piercing, demonic sound.

Suddenly, a woman's sorrowful voice echoed in my mind.

"long."

Qin Youyou's body stiffened.

is her.

Her "teacher" was practicing in the Mirror of Light.

—That lingering thought, hidden deep within her spiritual sea, which remained even after her reincarnation, awakened just in time, even without the activation of the Mirror of Light.

Unlike her decisive and efficient demeanor when she was a teacher, her voice was so sorrowful as she recited her monologue.

"The immortals are ruthless; those I created have all turned into monsters."

"It seems that I, too, am gradually stepping into a distorted abyss."

"Destructive delusions arise, and the desire to devour everything burns in my throat, wanting to burn everything that is suffocating, along with myself."

"If I am heartless, then heaven and earth are heartless. Just like my spiritual energy, if I die, my spiritual energy will wither away."

"StarClan is a race of immortals, derived from the mucus of eggshells."

"I still remember that millions of years ago, they looked exactly like us. They were kind and lovely. But I never imagined that they would turn into this, into monsters without flesh and blood, with no empathy in their minds."

"My world, like StarClan's, seems to be beginning to be eroded by time."

"Humanity is something that grows, matures, ages, and fades away, while the gods live as long as the heavens, and ultimately they cease to be human."

The sound gradually became fuzzy.

"Ling Si said that he likes to imagine the thousands of ways living beings die, and he is fascinated by this sense of decay and destruction."

"Ling Yi cut his own arm to shreds, but he didn't feel any pain; his senses had completely collapsed."

"Ling Er begged me to seal him away."

"Ling San committed suicide and fell into the grave he dug himself. He longed to die, but I did not want him to die."

"Dahuang was born late, but it has always loved guarding the door and bone broth."

"Bingbing has just recovered from her ancestral reversion, and she's still adorable."

"Apart from Dahuang and Bingbing, they all seem like monsters. My emotions are growing thinner and thinner, and I'm about to become a monster too."

"I want to destroy everything, to destroy the whole world, but looking at those newborns, I still feel a little reluctant."

"Thinking back to when I was first born, everything about me fascinated and I loved it. I really miss that feeling... How could I have become so numb? This isn't me, it's not!"

His voice suddenly became excited, and the tone gradually rose, as if it could pierce the clouds.

"No!"

"The cycle of reincarnation must be reborn! Only through the endless cycle of death and life can the soul achieve eternal renewal! What is annihilated is merely the numb shadow of the past; vibrant emotions will bloom again and again in the new womb!"

"I cut a strand of her hair and forged it into a thousand-leaf bamboo of reincarnation. It serves as a temporary beacon for her wandering soul, preventing it from becoming a tomb in the heavens and earth."

"And I... this cornerstone of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, must sacrifice myself to undergo reincarnation! Only then can the Great Dao be reforged within my flesh and bones, allowing the power of reincarnation to permeate all the heavens!"

"But StarClan, they're cunning, it's too late..."

"I will transform myself into the moon, lying between the stars and the mortal world, awaiting my... reincarnation!"

The sound stopped suddenly.

The turmoil in his mind suddenly came to a halt.

Qin Youyou lost all five senses in an instant, and the world fell into chaos.

She felt as if she were inside a giant eggshell, and everything outside was nothingness, non-existent.

The surrounding area was filled with a viscous liquid.

There was no sound, no light.

Only chaos.

Only silence.

Only loneliness.

Unaware of the meaning of time and the passage of years, she seemed destined to be trapped in this chaos forever.

His body writhed, and he struggled to breathe.

The time dragged on so long it was despairing.

Suddenly, a hint of sweetness filled my dry mouth.

It tasted so sweet, she swallowed.

It opened its mouth, wanting to grab more.

It struggled to lift its head, like a baby raising its head from mucus.

I heard clear shouts in my ears.

"Open your mouth, hurry up and stuff it in!"

"How much do you want to stuff in?"

"Shove as many as you can, and bring Flying Stick back first!"

The sweetness all went into her mouth at once.

She swallowed it down in big gulps.

Consciousness finally returned.

She struggled to open her eyes, the illusion of the eggshell shattered with a crash, and the surrounding scenery slowly changed from blurry to clear.

She moved her lips wistfully.

Her grandparents stuffed more than a dozen calming pills into her mouth.