Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Miya knocked on the door in front of her, but there was no response. She then pressed her ear against the door and listened for a while, but it was so quiet inside that it was as if no one was there at all.

Her fingers were so frozen they were almost unresponsive. After walking in the snow for so long and fighting, the chill began to seep into her clothes from all directions after her berserk state subsided.

Is anyone there?

Still, no one answered.

Never mind, let's go in first and figure it out later.

Miya took half a step back, raised her right foot, and kicked the door hard.

The wooden door wasn't very sturdy to begin with, and with that kick, the entire door bounced inwards.

Miya squeezed in sideways and quickly pushed the door shut behind her.

It wasn't much warmer inside than outside, but at least it kept out the wind.

The only light source was the oil lamp on the windowsill, its wick already quite short. It swayed violently a few times in the wind blowing through the crack in the door, almost going out.

Then Miya glanced around and saw the person in the corner.

A young girl was huddled in the corner, her long red hair scattered on the ground, appearing even darker in the dim light, almost like dried blood.

She sat against the corner of the wall, her legs curled up, her hands hanging limply at her sides, her fingertips resting on the cold floor.

His eyes were half-open, his gaze fixed on the doorway, but they seemed to have lost focus.

Miya knew this girl.

The guest who got drunk at Nightingale's Nest, fell asleep in her arms, and ran away the next morning with a flushed face, leaving behind two thousand Loren.

He was also a major fugitive wanted by the government with a bounty of 50 million Loren.

Cut autumn vines.

Miya's head suddenly spun.

How did Jian Qiuluo end up in the unclaimed sea of ​​consciousness?

Is Jian Qiuluo dead?

She was perfectly fine when she was at the bar last time...

No, no!

Miya pinched her palm hard, forcing her mind to untangle the threads of the mess.

Jian Qiulu heard the noise, her head moved very slowly, and then her eyes, which were on the verge of losing focus, suddenly lit up.

She waved to Mi Ye, as if signaling him to come over.

The movement was very light; the fingers were barely lifted before stopping, clearly indicating that there was no strength left to make any larger movements.

Miya did not immediately step forward, but stood still, her right hand slightly open, her life sense silently spreading out, sweeping over the figure curled up in the corner.

Although the other party looked like he was about to die, he was still a wanted criminal worth 50 million, so Mi Ye really didn't dare to make any rash moves.

However, the information transmitted back by the life sensor was very clear: Jian Qiuluo's remaining vitality value had dropped to almost undetectable levels.

Mi Ye then took a step forward, quickly walked to the corner of the wall, and squatted down in front of Jian Qiuluo.

"Hey, what are you doing here? What's going on?"

Jian Qiulu did not respond, but slowly moved her hand, which was hanging by her side, towards her waist.

Mi Ye then noticed a small bag hanging from her waist. Jian Qiuluo's fingers fumbled for the buckle, but she couldn't open it after a couple of tries. She really had no strength left.

So Miya reached out and helped her unfasten the clasp.

Jian Qiulu pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say thank you, and reached into her bag with her fingers. After feeling around for a while, she finally pulled out something.

A transparent glass bottle, its mouth sealed tightly with a cork.

The liquid in the bottle was blood red, and even in the dim light, its surface could be seen to have a faint iridescent sheen, like a liquid ruby.

Mi Ye's pupils suddenly contracted as a strange sense of familiarity washed over her.

Although she didn't quite remember the contents of the recipes included in the "Complete Collection of Millennium Alchemy Recipes," she remembered seeing a picture like this on a few pages of illustrations she had casually flipped through.

Jian Qiuluo gently placed the glass bottle into Mi Ye's hand.

Please keep this safe for me.

Her voice was even softer than before, and Miya had to put her ear close to hear it.

"In a few days... someone will come to collect it from you. Just give the item to that person then."

Miya gripped the glass bottle tightly, as if she could feel the significance of the potion in her palm.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask what was going on, but in the end she didn't say anything.

"...I promise you."

Upon hearing this, the faint light in Jian Qiuluo's eyes finally completely disappeared.

She leaned her head back against the wall, then raised her right hand, brought the back of her hand to her mouth, and bit down with her last bit of strength.

Blood gushed from the wound, but instead of flowing down, it seemed to be held up by some invisible force, hovering in mid-air and condensing into a small flower shape above her palm.

Each petal is as thin as a cicada's wing, with clearly visible veins, and a small swirl-shaped mark at the center of the flower, which glows faintly in the dim light.

Then, Jian Qiuluo pressed the flower into the back of Miye's right hand.

Miya felt a warm sensation, and then the flower with congealed blood seemed to melt and seep into her skin.

At the same time, a stream of information flooded into her mind.

……

[Gain new flesh magic]

【Crimson Blood Technique】Lv1

【Effect】:

Manipulating one's own blood.

……

Flesh and blood magic?

She looked down at the back of her hand, where the flower had just melted into her skin; the skin was completely intact, without leaving any trace.

On the back of Jian Qiuluo's hand, the bitten wound was slowly bleeding, and drops of blood fell onto the wooden floor, making a soft pattering sound.

"Your hand—"

Mi Ye subconsciously reached out to treat her wound, but as soon as her fingers touched Jian Qiuluo's wrist, she found that her fingertips had passed right through her.

The body of the jujube is becoming transparent, like a painting being soaked in water, its colors being diluted little by little.

She looked up at Mi Ye, her lips moving slightly.

Miya read the lip movements before her consciousness completely left her body.

"Thank you."

Then the entire sea of ​​consciousness shattered into billions of snowflakes.

The image before my eyes shrank to the size of a star, and then went out with a snap.