With a "boom", the door of the battle hall was slammed open.

The massive sarcoma monster struggled to leap out of the hall, like an abomination chasing the stars under the iron-blue sky.

The knotted sarcoma on its body sprouted dense cyan blood vessels, each clear and prominent. If a person with dense phobia sees such a picture, he is afraid that he will close his eyes as soon as possible and faint on the ground with a whimper.

The stitched muscles are shaking in a strange shape, like meatballs that have been placed in a pan, and they have taken on a special bright red color under high temperature frying, tumbling up and down.

"Damn it, damn it!!"

The Pale Lady slammed out of the hall, and the human features of only one head were showing a complex expression similar to the intertwining of "fear" and "resentment".

She turned her head to look behind her, a little fear in her eyes.

It's as if she's not looking at a room in her own space, but at something unknowable...... The abyss!

At this moment, the bulging muscles once again showed their strength, and with four hands grasping the ground, the pale lady suddenly jumped far away, and pounced into the distance with a swift leap!

Less than a second after she leaped up, a heavy black shadow slammed down on her in the hall behind her.

This is the round table that Song Qingci was still staying at not long ago, and just by looking at the weight, you can guess that it is definitely not something that people can lift. However, now, under the influence of some surging and uncontrollable force, it flew out sideways and accurately hit the pale lady's foot that had just left the ground!

"Shhh

The pale lady who was hit on the toe with such a blow showed a painful expression on her face.

Although she is now a behemoth with a giant sarcoma, this is only a change in her upper body - in fact, her lower body can still be called human, at least her legs and feet.

However, when the log table flew over, it knocked the little toe of the pale lady directly.

In a way, xenos and humans are quite similar. For example, the pain of hitting a toe is far more severe than you think.

If it weren't for the limitations of height and space, the pale lady felt that she might have cried in pain.

But in the end, she gritted her teeth and struggled to climb to the wall not far away, and at the same time her feet were stuck in the wall, she jumped up again with the force of recoil.

It's like an agile monkey wandering through a jungle of steel.

Behind him, Bering stepped on the gray mist, squinting in the direction she had left not far away.

There was a slight drift in his eyes.

In the next second, Bering's expression changed slightly.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and took two steps back into the hall.

Then he walked directly to Song Qingci's side, gently lifted her backpack, and made a fuss in the backpack.

Song Qingci watched his movements blankly.

In the end, she saw that Bering seemed to have found what she was looking for, and her eyes relaxed slightly.

After reaching for something from his pocket, Bering did not hesitate to put it on his face.

The original pale face was hidden behind a wooden mask that seemed to cry and laugh, and its face was hideous, like that of a rakshasa in myths and legends, and among the hollow eye sockets were blue gems like teardrops, with a mysterious power that could draw people to the past, and the mere act of looking at each other made people shudder.

This mask ......

Before Song Qingci could say anything, soon, Bai Ling's hand was pressed on her shoulder.

"Does the phone work?" Bering said quickly.

Yes?

It took Song Qingci about a second to react: "Yes, yes......"

Before she could add an explanation, Bering soon took her mobile phone out of her pocket, as if he was looking for his own phone.

After quickly pressing a few numbers on her mobile phone, Bai Ling thought about it and whispered something in Song Qingci's ear.

Song Qingci looked at him stupidly: "This ......"

Patting her on the shoulder, Bering looked at her calmly: "Remember, don't be late." ”

After saying this, he threw Song Qingci's mobile phone directly to her, and then left the hall without looking back.

Only Song Qingci and Han Qianqiu were left staring at each other.

They could only watch Bering's figure disappear from their sight faster and faster.

Turning the door, Bering stood where they couldn't see.

His pace grew faster and faster, and in the end, with the help of the power of the mist, he dragged himself directly forward.

Just like the gods in ancient mythology, Bai Ling is stepping on the fog and quickly wandering in the world of the pale lady.

Soon, he floated all the way from the original battle hall and came to the long road that led to the cafeteria.

Not far away, the apparition, almost indistinguishable from the Pale Lady, was still waiting for him at the end of the road, his thin body trembling slightly.

It seems to have changed somehow, from the original harmless projection of humans and animals to become more ...... It's weird. It was as if someone had swirled a few times on the top of their heads with a magic clockwork, causing the otherwise spiritless robot to open its eyes and stiffen its limbs to perform a tap. The long skirt rose slightly with the movement, blooming a pale decaying lotus.

It just rotted at the end of the road, as if waiting for Bering to come.

However, Bering didn't look at it either.

When he was about to cross this figure, Bai Ling stepped directly on the face of this white shadow, and then crossed this long avenue further.

The spiked boot prints slammed into the projection's face, giving it a dense zigzag pattern.

Turning his head mechanically, the projection could only see Bering's black trench coat passing through his eyes.

With a "boom", its figure quickly began to shatter after three seconds.

The original thin white gauze suddenly turned into a dot of light, and it dissipated into the air, leaving not even a trace. The original white projection that scared both Brother Long and Song Qingci simply fell apart after just being kicked by Bering, and became melting snow under the sun.

Beringtou, who was moving fast, did not reply, but silently thought in his heart: "Sure enough, the spiritual world, under the influence of the ring, is more fragile than the life forms of the material world." ’

Although the projection was given contradictory power by the Pale Lady, it was still too weak to seem like it was expecting to stop me in this way, and only thought it would slow me down. ’

Sighing, Bering didn't speak, just continued to walk towards the target location.

This time he was much faster than he had been before.

In about five seconds, he was at the back of the parking lot.

That is, the one that Song Qingci noticed before...... The location of the statue.

Standing still in the distance of the statue, Bering could see from a distance that the Pale Lady was leaning against the statue, as if she was saying something to the statue.

The sarcomas on her body were slightly deformed by this movement, sometimes getting bigger, sometimes smaller, and occasionally shaking in a wave-like manner.

Looking at this scene in front of him, Bai Ling felt that he had somewhat challenged his physiological limits.

Two steps forward, he finally heard the pale lady's murmur.

Her voice was a little slurred: "Why, why did you leave me ......"

"I trust you so much, no one respects you more than I do, not even anyone else......"

She clutched the hem of her statue's skirt as if a drowning man was tugging at the final straw: "I've waited for so many years, and it hasn't changed, just because you told me I could succeed...... You tell me that everything is within your plan and that nothing will change. But now, everything has changed......"

"And you've changed yourself, didn't you say you'd always be there for us? Why is it that after just a few decades, you are gone......"

Her voice was very confused.

This state of affairs is very abnormal, after all, no one has ever been able to quickly subside from the anger of the pale lady before, and become the current state of contradiction and confusion.

So the answer is clear.

Bering looked at the huge statue of the Pale Lady in the distance.

'There's something wrong with this statue. ’

When Brother Long and Song Qingci stood in front of this statue before, they also felt that there was an incomprehensible sense of disobedience on the statue.

Originally, Bering thought it was because it meant that the Pale Lady was using the statue as a signpost to connect with the outside world.

But the dragon flew out of the sky, which means that the world is connected to the outside world, probably in the sky, not on the ground.

So, this statue actually has other functions.

Pulling his scarf, Bering didn't speak, just silently watched her movements.

In his sight, the Pale Lady seemed to be getting more and more intoxicated.

She grabbed the statue's face lightly, and the whole body almost fell on the statue's body, her long nails clasped the surface of the sculpture, like a koala leaning against a tree.

"Ahh ”

"It's so unbearable to lose half of it, I could have deceived myself with lies before, but now lies can't heal my hollowness! I don't want to be 'eternal' anymore, I just want to get my other half back......"

She clasped her face on the sculpture: "Give her back to me, give her back to me...... I don't want anything, give me back ......"

"Come back, come back, give her back to me, give her back to me, give me back ......"

The more she said that, the deeper her voice became.

When I got to the back, the voice of "return to me" like a life talisman was already as soft as a dream.

Soon, under Bering's gaze, the Pale Lady slowly slipped off the statue and finally curled up in a ball.

The previous sarcoma also faded, revealing the slender figure encased in the flesh. Although the facial features are still misaligned, they are buried in the long hair, and they have become blurred.

The pale lady at the moment is like a little girl who has been bullied outside, returning home to cry to her parents, and lying in her parents' arms after being tired.

Curled up in the arms of the sculpture, she looked a little softer than before.

A few seconds later.

Heavy statue, for the first time, there was movement.

Its raised hand slowly fell, covering the top of the pale lady's head, and shook it slightly, as if rubbing her head.

From Bering's distant perspective, it looks like the sculpture is gently comforting her sleeping daughter.

But it is clear that this is not the case.

At least Bering clearly decided that the glittering light that the sculpture was now covering the pale lady's hand was not benevolent.

The light floated down and landed on the head of the figure in his arms, piercing into it little by little.

After the light sank into her head, the pale lady's confused eyebrows were tangled together, and the expression on her face took on a feeling of "pain".

Her body began to twitch uncontrollably.

The convulsions grew into a frenzy, and soon, like a sifting of chaff, she couldn't stop swinging.

However, the hand of the statue that comforted her on her head was now like the heaviest confinement, locking her firmly in the palm of her hand.

No matter how much the Pale Lady writhes, she could not escape from the sculptural constraints.

Eventually, her body gradually regained its calm.

This human monster has reverted to its former serene appearance, the only slight difference may be that her appearance has changed slightly.

If her face was distorted before, now her face shape has become what a normal person should be.

It's just that this so-called "normal person" is not what the pale lady is.

As a stripped half-body, her normal appearance should be similar to Han Qianqiu's.

However, the current Bering did not see even a little element of Han Qianqiu in the Pale Lady.

It's like a new human face, with feminine softness and masculine edges at the same time, exuding irresistible charm and bewitchment for both parties.

Obviously, the owner of this body at the moment may be unconsciously one more.

Bering thought so in his heart.

It's like in response to his thoughts.

Two seconds later, the eyes slowly opened on the face of both men and women.

After opening his eyes, the man and Bering looked at each other.

In those eyes, Bering saw the reflection of himself in a mask.

Dead silence permeated the iron-gray sky.

The eyes of the two men met like this, speechless and lifeless.

In the end, it was the person on the other side who broke the silence first.

She slowly climbed up from the statue, her hair falling loosely to the ground.

The sculptural hand, which had been pinching the pale lady's head, swayed softly with the man's movements, like a courtier guarding the emperor, standing humbly behind her, waiting for her summons.

Scratching his hair slightly, the man uttered his first words after waking up.

"Really...... It's been a long time. ”

She said.

There was a coldness in his voice that could freeze time.

After a slight sigh, she looked at Bering in the distance.

"It seems like a coincidence," she whispered, "has our sweet child finally been unable to bear the collapse of faith and has chosen to put the pacifier on his face?" ”

"Then you should be a 'prophet'...... No. ”

Scratching his hair, the man tilted his head and looked at Bering firmly: "You should be...... Bering, right? ”

As soon as this sentence is spoken.

The mask on Bering's face, who was standing across from her, showed no expression.