Want to Feel My Heartbeat? (2)

Soon, Qin Chu let out a sigh. Just as he had feared, there was nothing on this Soul Fragment; it was completely empty.

This made Qin Chu somewhat irritated. He couldn't glean any useful information from the blank Soul Fragment... Qin Chu even wondered, even if these blank fragments, devoid of any soul essence, were pieced together, could they truly revive Jello?

Is it to resurrect a soulless puppet?

Or should we summon a wisp of consciousness from the Void to form a so-called Jello?

There's a lot of mystery surrounding the mysterious person giving the scroll containing the Resurrection Spell to Rosweisse, and Rosweisse resurrecting Jello.

Shaking his head, Qin Chu stood up again, feeling somewhat disappointed, but he still tossed the Soul Fragment into his storage ring, thinking that it might be useful in the future.

He was already preparing to return to camp.

"Do you want to know the information recorded in the Soul Fragment?"

Suddenly, a hollow, eerie sound drifted into Qin Chu's ears on the night breeze.

"Yes, it's a pity this Soul Fragment is empty," Qin Chu replied subconsciously.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Qin Chu's pupils narrowed slightly, and the next second, his expression quickly transformed into the most ordinary and common smile.

He turned slightly, looking behind him.

Not far behind, under the moonlight, a young girl stood quietly on the ground.

No, not standing.

If you look closely, you'll see that she's floating on the ground, her gracefully rounded toes not touching the fallen leaves.

Her long hair, the same color as Qin Chu's, flowed behind her, and she also had the same dark eyes as Qin Chu. Her slender body wore a black lace dress, and below the hem were her long, shapely legs and jade-like feet encased in black pantyhose.

This girl looks great in stockings.

Under the moonlight, through the thin fabric of the lace dress, one could glimpse the rounded outline of a pair of thighs pressed together beneath the hem, their calves possessing beautiful curves and appearing full of elasticity.

Through the gaps in the black stockings, one could vaguely admire the graceful curves of her small feet and their delicate, white skin.

He was almost completely absorbed by the darkness.

In stark contrast to her all-black attire were her face, her neck, her chest—all exposed skin appeared even whiter against the black and white background.

She possessed an eerie aura, so much so that one might not even notice her actually quite beautiful and lovely face upon first glance.

How should I put it? It has a kind of eerie and uncanny beauty.

Even Qin Chu hadn't noticed the mysterious girl's presence; if she hadn't spoken up, he wouldn't have known.

Qin Chu did not sense any fatal threat. He did not feel any strong hostility from this mysterious girl. If she really wanted to make a move, a sneak attack would be more effective.

Of course, even so, Qin Chu remained absolutely vigilant.

He was filled with curiosity about the identity of this mysterious girl.

"Be careful, it's the Daughter of Death..." Saya's voice echoed in his mind, revealing the girl's identity.

Before the Daughter of Death, Saya appeared very obedient and did not emerge from Qin Chu's body.

After all, the Daughter of Death is far more dangerous than the Storm's Daughter. If the Daughter of Death were to discover his presence, who knows what might happen?

Saya's voice was also filled with frustration. "Damn it, what exactly does this wretched Witch want?"

Qin Chu could almost picture Saya deep within her own consciousness, puffing out her cheeks and stomping her feet in a fit of sullen anger.

The Daughter of Death?

Is that the one who purified tens of thousands of souls on the battlefield?

While Qin Chu was pondering, the Daughter of Death opposite him wasn't idle either. She seemed somewhat annoyed, tilting her small head slightly as she glanced at the ashes remaining after the silver flames disappeared, and puffed out her snow-white cheeks in frustration.

"The soul was burned so cleanly."

"I sensed a powerful yet filthy soul waiting to be harvested here, but I never expected you to burn it to ashes."

"Is that so?" Qin Chu touched his nose helplessly. "Then I'm really sorry."

The girl shook her head slightly.

Her long, black hair swayed behind her, and her eyes, long and slender with upturned corners, stared intently at Qin Chu with wide, dark eyes that resembled black gemstones. "Sir, you have no need to apologize."

Her voice sounded very... how to put it, hollow, cold and eerie... but also very pleasant to hear.

The Daughter of Death lifted the hem of her lace skirt with her slender fingers and bowed gracefully to Qin Chu from a distance. "The ones who truly need to apologize are us."

"Please allow me, as the substitute Death God Reaper, to offer you my apologies on behalf of this world."

"I'm sorry, Your Hero!"

"This world, filled with filth and grime, is unworthy of your tenderness."

Qin Chu's pupils contracted slightly, his eyes narrowing into slits.

He noticed the Daughter of Death's self-proclaimed title, Substitute Death God?

I have a feeling that I'm about to learn some incredible information.

Seeing that even while apologizing, the Daughter of Death was still some distance away, Qin Chu frowned slightly, took a step forward, and prepared to get closer to make things easier.

But just as Qin Chu moved forward, the body of the Daughter of Death silently floated backward.

This reaction puzzled Qin Chu.

"I apologize, Your Hero, I know this is impolite, but all life that comes near me will perish," the Daughter of Death explained with a hint of sadness.

This reminded Qin Chu of a saying.

Death is like the wind, always by my side!

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Chapter 217 Want to Feel My Heartbeat? (2)

Getting close to the girl will result in death.

This reminded Qin Chu of a saying: Death is like the wind, always by my side.

Then I remembered the awful memory of being solo-killed by some jerk more than ten times.

This annoyed Qin Chu, and he shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of these unpleasant memories.

However, the way Qin Chu shook his head was interpreted by the Daughter of Death of Daughter of Death as disbelief, which caused a troubled look to appear on the girl's fair face.

A finger poked at her delicate cheek.

The Daughter of Death pondered for a moment, then looked at Qin Chu again. "If you don't believe me, you can try it..."

She had no intention of killing Qin Chu; she knew how important Qin Chu, as Hero, was to this world.

However, if you only get a little close and then immediately back away Hero you feel some discomfort, it won't be instantly fatal.

The Daughter of Death, with her shapely, long legs clad in black stockings, made no move whatsoever, her body floating towards Qin Chu on its own... Hey, hey, hey, don't come any closer! I didn't mean to distrust you, you don't need to prove anything to me...

Qin Chu's expression was very strange.

Although he couldn't believe that such a beautiful girl could possess such a bizarre ability—getting close meant certain death—was there no justice in the world?

However, Qin Chu had absolutely no urge to try it himself. After all, it's better to be safe than sorry; if he really died, who would he complain to?

Before Qin Chu could refuse, the Daughter of Death's graceful figure had already floated forward a meter.

In just that one meter, an astonishing change occurred.

Buzz...

In an instant, Qin Chu felt his body suddenly sink.

An indescribable sense of oppression instantly enveloped my entire body. I could almost see countless thick, deep black mists churning violently before my eyes, wild and gloomy. Just one glance was enough to feel the intense emotions of pain, resentment, and despair contained within them.

The black mist seemed to contain countless fragments of memories powerful enough to shatter a person's will... and all of these memories were images from before death.

Countless eerie and chilling screams echoed in my ears, as if countless twisted figures were writhing desperately within them.

I don't want to die, I want to live.

This is the strongest will emerging from the churning black mist.

Those are the deepest resentments left behind by millions, tens of millions, or even more living beings on the verge of death; they are the most twisted part of their souls.

The wails of countless creatures almost transformed into sharp, pale claws, making Qin Chu feel as if his soul was about to be torn to shreds amidst the screams.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through his eyes, and his muscles tensed and convulsed.

However, Qin Chu was powerful and had an even stronger will, so he could barely endure it.

But this kind of pain is absolutely unbearable, and this is only the effect of the Daughter of Death moving one meter closer to him. If she continues to get closer, the aura emanating from the Daughter of Death, who has accumulated countless resentments from the Skyvault Continent, could really kill Qin Chu on the spot.

However, at that moment, a strange scene unfolded.

Inside Qin Chu's body, the Sapling that had been quietly consuming Qin Chu's experience and had only two leaves seemed to suddenly sense something.

Green leaves sway.

The next instant, Qin Chu's body began to radiate a verdant light, enveloped in an aura of life.

The deathly aura that had spread towards Qin Chu was instantly dispelled.

Even the wails and screams that Qin Chu heard, and the churning black mist that he saw, all vanished completely.

Qin Chu's consciousness returned to normal immediately.

"Huh?"

This situation puzzled the Daughter of Death.

She had never encountered anything like this before.

She tried to get closer again, but Qin Chu still showed no reaction, and even the green light gradually faded.

Unbeknownst to them, the Daughter of Death had already approached.

Up close, her fair and pretty face seemed to possess a breathtaking, eerie beauty.

The Daughter of Death has a sinister and eerie style of dress, but she is actually very beautiful. Aside from the sinister and eerie aspects, just looking at her face, you can even feel a kind of innocent naivety.

She was slender and tall, with a slightly flat chest, but compared to Natia's best friend Miss Louisa, the Daughter of Death could still hold her head high.

That's the difference between Want Want Little Buns and Xiaolongbao.

Her waist was so slender that it seemed as if you could wrap your hand around it and it would break with the slightest force.

At this moment, the Daughter of Death is revealing a touch of innocence in her nature, her slender body circling around Qin Chu, seemingly filled with doubt about this individual.

She even had an urge to poke the man's face with her finger.

She couldn't understand why this man wasn't affected by the deathly aura emanating from her.

Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in the black eyes of the Daughter of Death, and she clapped her hands:

"Is the Seed of Life within you?"

"It has already sprouted; perhaps it will grow into a tree of life in the future."

"Life and death, no wonder you're not afraid of the deathly aura emanating from me."

Qin Chu's lips trembled slightly. So, he was destined to grow into a great tree?

So, could this Sapling sprout from your body? I'll find you the finest flowerpot to plant it in, okay?

Unfortunately, the Sapling had no intention of negotiating with Qin Chu.

She wanted to catch a sheep and pluck it as hard as she could.

She's not stupid!

How much nutrition can a plant in a flowerpot get compared to the experience gained inside this man's body?

Besides, the other people who were taking advantage of the deal haven't left, so why should she?

I won't leave, I won't leave, I just won't leave!

Inside Qin Chu's body, two tender leaves swayed, seemingly smug about Qin Chu's helplessness towards them.

The Daughter of Death was very happy; her dark, round eyes narrowed into slits, becoming crescent moons.

Perhaps, it had been a very, very long time since she had been so close to a person... no, to a life.