What are you looking at? You're the female lead too!

Chapter 105 I shouldn't have asked the princess.

It sent chills down my spine and made me shudder.

This is how Nangong Chiyue feels right now.

Even though she had transformed into her super-sized form, enough to instantly kill the enemies she had fought so hard against, the chilling sight of the werewolf's bizarre appearance still sent a shiver down her spine.

This is not a question of whether something is powerful or not.

It is a clash between common sense and distortion.

Nangong Chiyue took a deep breath.

She can't stay in this form for long; we need to deal with it as soon as possible.

So she snapped her fingers, and shadows spread out at the feet of the werewolf corpse, like a swamp, slowly dragging her in.

With the disappearance of the eerie smile and distorted form, Nangong Chiyue felt a sense of relief.

"Meow (I see, so it's the state of complete fusion with one's own authority, reaching the limit of control over the shadow)."

Frenda slowly walked out from behind Nangong Chiyue: "Meow (I didn't expect you to have such a trick up your sleeve, I underestimated you)."

Nangong Chiyue was silent for a moment, then asked, "You saw what happened to that werewolf just now, right? Do you have any clues, Fourth True Ancestor?"

Frenda stroked her beard.

"Meow (Well, I definitely have some clues, but there are many reasons that could cause this situation, and I can't say for sure right now)."

"Meow (But judging from the current situation, it's most likely a curse, a vicious curse on a dead person, so that she can't rest in hell and becomes a puppet).

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Nangong Chiyue: "————"

She remembered the werewolf's words, "Welcome home."

What kind of person would say "Welcome home" to another person?

Nangong Chiyue shook her head and gripped her arm tightly.

This is not her home, and she has no intention of coming back.

I'm here to end it all.

Thinking of this, Nangong Meiyue raised her hand, and the shadow lines, several times thicker than before, extended and pierced through the entire factory, gathering intelligence for her.

Just as one of the shadow lines reached the bottom of the factory, something raised its head, its light-reflecting eyes watching the descending shadows with indifference.

"Oh? You're already here. Judging by the time, you should be arriving soon."

"Then let's move on to the next step."

After saying that, he actually grabbed Nangong Chiyue's shadow thread with his bare hands.

Then, like in a tug-of-war, a sudden tug.

Nangong Chiyue: "!"

Before she could sever her connection with the shadows, the entire factory was turned upside down. Nangong Chiyue's body plummeted rapidly, and the other shadow lines followed her movement, making her look like an upside-down black jellyfish from a distance.

boom!

Nangong Chiyue sank to the bottom.

She stood steadily on the floor, her 10cm heels not hindering her movements. Nangong Chiyue looked around, a hint of surprise flashing across her face.

She saw babies, many babies, floating in cylindrical cultured blood, their expressions peaceful, looking as if they were asleep, without the slightest pain.

But Nangong Chiyue knew that these babies were already dead. No matter how happy their expressions were, they were still corpses. And these corpses were all around Nangong Chiyue.

There are as many as several hundred.

Every single one, without exception, was placed in a petri dish and displayed like a collectible.

Nangong Chiyue felt a wave of nausea.

Even though she was born in hell, she felt an instinctive disgust for this kind of behavior. Hell may be brutal and fond of fighting, but it is not perverted.

So, she naturally turned her attention to the tall man in the center of the basement, who was looking at her with his hands behind his back.

Calling him a man wouldn't be accurate, because he was wearing a hood that almost completely covered his head, and you could only vaguely tell from his physique that he was a man.

Or she might be an extremely strong woman.

"Who are you?"

Nangong Chiyue slowly stepped forward, the shadow beneath her feet as thin as a long sword: "You must be the one who released those disgusting angels and brought me to hell, right?"

"What is your purpose?"

The distance between the two sides is slowly but steadily decreasing.

"Me? My name—oh, right, I should be called Goodzowin, yes, that's my name."

Goodzowin patted his head, as if suffering from dementia: "I did send people to do those things, as for the purpose—"

"Now I shall talk about my great experiment."

Nangong Chiyue said coldly, "I'm not interested in your experiment."

No, you'll be interested.

Goodzowin shook his head, opened his arms to Nangong Chiyue, and spoke with a hint of certainty and determination.

"Because it was the beginning of my experiment."

"It's about sending a soul that should be in hell to heaven, and—"

He looked at Nangong Chiyue's face and said, word by word, "Sending a soul that should have gone to heaven to hell."

"We've arrived."

Outside the experimental plant, on the edge of an earthen slope, Ye Wen and Corday peeked out one after the other.

"This is the location of the Goodzowin Experimental Plant provided by Youjiu."

Ye Wen narrowed his eyes: "It doesn't seem very popular."

"Could it be that the experimental budget wasn't allocated, and everyone inside ran away?"

"That's perfect!" Corday's eyes lit up. "I love scavenging. Maybe we can find something good if we go in now."

Although they didn't want to pick up trash, they still had to go in. Ye Wen and Corday found a secluded spot and sneaked in. Inside, they saw a huge hole that led straight down to the ground floor.

It was as if someone had kicked him out.

Ye Wen stared at the hole for a few seconds, then pondered for a moment: "This hole looks like it was smashed by Teacher Nangong—"

Corday was astonished: "How did you figure that out?!"

"It's a very simple physical law, look—" Ye Wen was about to explain it to Corday and give her a little lesson when, in the next second, a pink and white figure flashed by and kicked Corday.

"Aaaaaah! Aaaaah!!"

The screams of someone still lingered in the air. Ye Wen looked down at the newly appeared second hole and nodded.

"This hole is clearly made by Corday."

"So, who are you?"

Ye Wen looked up at the Lolita girl holding an umbrella floating in the sky.

She's the one who kicked Corday out of sight.

"Hehe, has Lord Ye Wen forgotten me? I am the Princess, the Princess."

The princess responded in this way.

"Princess?" Ye Wen asked respectfully. "I don't think I've ever asked you to go to any inappropriate places, have I?"

Princess:"----"

"Haha~" Her lips twitched, as if she was suppressing her anger: "Lord Ye Wen is still the same as ever. No wonder that 'Tyrant' guy still doesn't dare to see you."

"But it's okay, I'm not afraid."

"It's normal for Lord Ye Wen to forget me. After all, I'm just an insignificant nobody, not worthy of being remembered by Lord Ye Wen."

"But it's okay."

The princess opened her eyes, a sickly hunger flashing in her wine-red pupils: "I will make Lord Ye Wen remember me now."

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The umbrella in her hand opened, making a metallic scraping sound, like thousands of blades being churned together.

Pink fingers traced across her lips, leaving a vivid, blood-red hue.

"I'll let you have your way, little by little, inch by inch—"

"Remember it well with your body~"

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