My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

Before things became irreversible, Noita stepped forward, stretched out her hand and clenched it. In an instant, a deafening sound erupted from her palm, overwhelming the rising chaos and drawing the attention of the scholars and mercenaries to her.

The momentum of the chaos was temporarily halted, and Noita seized the opportunity and shouted loudly: "Silence!"

Her earnest and loud voice was like an order, causing people to subconsciously follow her words and keep quiet without any prior agreement.

Seven eyes fell on her, wanting to know what she was going to say.

The window of control is very short. If Noita doesn't find a way to attract their attention, someone will start to wonder "Who the hell are you?" and the situation will lead to chaos again.

Fortunately, Noita had prepared a draft in his mind just now.

She told everyone, "This sandstorm has brought a curse. You are merely affected by it. There are no enemies attacking you, so you can relax. Furthermore, the curses brought by this sandstorm are not fatal, at least not the ones on you."

Noita's voice was sonorous and powerful, explaining the reasons for their lameness, rapping, schizophrenia, blindness, and burns.

The curse is not fatal, which is a characteristic that Noita discovered based on the many curses shown in the log. Although more than fifty curse judgments were refreshed in a short period of time, none of them would cause immediate death, but would only bring pain and panic to people.

It seems like the enemy did it deliberately.

One scholar stood there in a daze, puzzled as to why his companions all looked at Noita at the same time. His world was in silence and he had no idea what was happening.

This man was cursed with deafness, so Noita had to explain it to him again in writing. After a moment, he suddenly understood and slapped his ears in distress.

Who spread the curse? Why is it so bad?

After knowing the origins of the strange phenomena happening to them, people calmed down a lot. Although they still felt these curses were annoying and had fear in their hearts, they would not be wary of each other and suspect that their companions were behind it.

The atmosphere is no longer as tense as it was at the beginning.

Understanding restores rationality, and Neuta's comfort is effective.

"Calm down, everyone. We're not in danger right now, but that might not be the case in a while," Noita told them. "This sandstorm came with a vengeance. It's powerful enough to destroy all the defenses in our base. If an enemy attacks now, we'll be caught off guard."

Someone asked, “What do you want to do?”

"We need to contact the students in the other rooms, unite with each other, and overcome this difficulty together!"

"How can we contact you? The sandstorm has severely disrupted the magic power, and our communication methods are ineffective."

The principle of the sound stone is to achieve long-distance communication through the resonance conduction between magic powers, so a stable magic environment is extremely important. Now the sandstorm has caused the magic power to surge, and the magic environment at this time is as turbulent as the sea surface when a storm comes, which does not support sound stone communication.

Simply put, the signal is interfered with.

The sound-transmitting stones that can remain unaffected are very expensive, and they do not have enough funds for their activities to afford them.

Someone whispered an idea: "We don't have to use the sound transmission stone. We can also go through the sandstorm..."

"You're crazy! This wind is at least level 11. If the house wasn't enchanted by magic, it would collapse. We don't have enough cargo capacity, and we'll be blown away if we go out. Besides, we have to come back after we go, which is dangerous. If we don't pass on the news, what's the point of going there?"

The phantom glanced at Noita secretly, and her draft seemed to be very deep.

Noita looked back at the Phantom Demon as if she realized something, and the Phantom Demon was so scared that she immediately looked at her nose and her heart, fearing that Noita would read her thoughts.

After glancing at the phantom demon, Noita looked away. She listened to the others' discussion and asked in confusion, "Can't we just dig a tunnel? It's only about twenty meters away at most. Wouldn't it be enough to spend a few hours digging a tunnel?"

The scholars looked at each other in confusion. One of them explained, "You've never dug a tunnel before. Digging a tunnel is extremely energy-consuming, and we don't have the strength to dig such a long tunnel."

Noita did not refute, but just pointed at the ground with one hand, and a black crack appeared on the ground. Noita looked up innocently at the scholar who questioned him.

Not long ago, with the help of [Heatfire], she was able to expand the basement of the Pious Union's headquarters into an extremely spacious space with all her strength. Now it was just a matter of digging a tunnel, which was really very simple.

The scholar was speechless.

Facts speak louder than words. They can't do it, but Noita can.

Soon, Noita dug an underground passage to the rest of the houses.

She was the first to come out of the tunnel and saw several crossbow arrows with cold gleaming light aimed at her, as if they regarded her as an enemy.

"I'm one of us, Senior Anru. I came here by digging a tunnel."

Noita raised her hand with a smile, indicating that she meant no harm, and at the same time recognized the familiar scholar.

The explorer's attire that Noita wore was very recognizable. The mercenary lowered the crossbow and aimed elsewhere, but his finger was always on the trigger, and he did not let down his guard.

This anomaly surprised Noita.

After a few breaths, she smelled a familiar scent, the smell of fresh blood.

Noita's eyes also darkened. He stepped back a few steps, holding the unsheathed Frost Blade sword in a state of alert. The situation suddenly became tense.

She asked in a low voice: "Someone died?"

Two more people crawled out of the tunnel. Before they crawled out completely, they heard the word "dead". Their eyes wandered everywhere, and sure enough, through the gap between the legs, they saw a body lying on the ground. She was tied up tightly, and her chest was stained with blood.

The smell of blood was coming from there.

When the situation was about to break out, Anjou stepped forward to ease the situation. She said: "She went crazy and kept attacking us. We had no choice but to restrain her. She is not dead, but paralyzed by the poison."

Noita looked carefully at the tied-up person, and after confirming that she was not dead, she breathed a sigh of relief and signaled the remaining two to come out.

One of them is a scholar and the other is a mercenary. They are responsible for communicating with the people in this house, telling them about the strange sandstorms and sudden curses, as well as the purpose of their visit.

During their conversation, Anjou came to Noita and handed her a piece of maltose: "Want to eat?"

Harmless Candy

Noita peeled off the sugar coating and swallowed it in one gulp.

Anru said softly, "You're not as harmless as you appear. I recognize the way you hold your sword. That's the opening move of the Legion's swordsmanship. Does the Secret History Academy at Chongtianling teach swordsmanship?"

"I took a swordsmanship class and became quite good at it." Noita avoided the question easily.

Chapter 141: Sandstorm Station Murder Case

The room where Anru and others took shelter from the sandstorm was the residence of Instructor Qingyu. It was more spacious and comfortable, and also safer. It stood still in the sandstorm, preventing even a wisp of flying sand from entering the house.

After some discussion, the scholars asked the rest of their colleagues to move here through the tunnel to keep each other company.

Being suddenly caught in a sandstorm and being cursed is frightening, and they need the comfort of the group to relieve the pressure in their hearts.

This was a good idea, and soon everyone arrived and the tunnel was filled in.

At this point, the total number of people in the room reached twenty-three, six scholars and fifteen mercenaries, which were the majority of the personnel remaining in the base.

The sandstorm was so fierce that people were caught off guard. People all hid in nearby rooms to avoid the disaster, and at that time there were the most people near these two rooms.

Noita thought about it and decided to dig another tunnel to another house. This behavior of setting off again without taking a break attracted the attention of scholars, and people advised her to take a rest before discussing other things.

They thought that digging a 20-meter-long tunnel that could accommodate one person would definitely take a lot of energy, so they would at least wait until their strength recovered before setting off again.

However, digging tunnels only consumed part of Noita's spiritual energy. The blessing of Hearthstone allowed her to mobilize the power of fire and earth with minimal loss, and the skill of circulation would recycle some of the lost spiritual energy. In fact, even if she dug dozens more tunnels, it would not be a big deal.

Compared with the scholars who are still at the student level, Noita's current configuration is very luxurious. To put it bluntly, any one of her skills is comparable to their entire wealth.

——The value of the skills that Luo Xiweiya provided to Noita was actually greater than the price she offered.

But it would be too hateful to say this out loud.

Noita thought for a moment and made an excuse: "I have a protective treasure given by my teacher, which can support me to open two more tunnels. I will not use my own power until the power of the treasure is completely consumed."

"I see. Who is your master?"

Noita smiled and said, "It's hard to reveal my name, but my teacher is extraordinary."

That's fine. No wonder he was able to join our team.

With just one sentence, he killed the question and even stopped others from wanting to know what the treasure was.

She has already brought up the teacher. If she continues to inquire, she will probably be questioned about her motives.

Although they no longer asked about related matters, the scholars looked at Noita with much more eagerness. He was an extraordinary student and not arrogant. It would be very beneficial to make friends with him.

Before leaving, everyone handed Noita a map. This was a map of the base they drew based on their memory. Although the drawing was sloppy, the location of the houses could be barely recognized.

Noita drank some water and continued to open a tunnel leading to another place. Two people still followed her to protect her.

After she left, the phantom demon became a hot commodity in the house and was surrounded by people intentionally or unintentionally.

It is not good to disturb Noita, but this technical attendant must know a lot of things, so the scholars began to inquire from the phantom demon.

Underground, Noita and others walked silently for a while and suddenly stopped. They arrived at another room, but this time the room was very quiet, as if no one was walking around. The detection echo showed that someone was lying on the ground.

Fell asleep?

Noita gently made a path and jumped up from the ground.

Dust covered her face.

The room was dark, the candlestick had fallen to the ground, and next to it was an open window. Sand and wind were rushing in madly from the wound in the house, covering the corpse on the ground.

Yes, a corpse.

Whether it was the removed heart or the cold body temperature, it all indicated that this was a corpse.

A corpse: a symbol of danger, a prey that has lost its heart and soul. It is no longer needed.

The two mercenaries nimbly crawled out of the tunnel. The orange light of the hurricane lamp drove away the darkness, allowing them to see the corpse on the floor at a glance.

They were all startled, and then one of them stepped forward to check while the other was alert to the surroundings.

Noita closed the window, but it wouldn't close tightly, the latch had broken off and gone somewhere.

When closing the window, she saw a corpse outside the room under the notes in the diary, lying coldly in the sand, with most of the body buried in the sand. Noita fished him out and put him in the room, and found that his death was exactly the same as the one in the room, both killed by a single blow, with only one wound on the chest.

This means that the murderer is much stronger than the two of them, so he was able to kill them with one strike.

Noita raised her head, stretched out her hand, and felt several deep marks on the outer wall, like holes in the wall made by the claws of some monster. She looked at the inner wall and felt similar marks.

"Ms. Noita, please return quickly."

Dead bodies mean danger.

The mercenary asked Noita to leave and return to the room to discuss further.

"Wait until I finish looking here."

Noita shook his head, observing the environment, and speculating in his mind about the circumstances of the murder.

First, the monster tricked the window open, and the strong wind blew out the candles.

Due to the influence of the environment and the lack of light, the darkness was so thick that nothing could be seen. One of them wanted to close the window, but was attacked and dragged away by a monster lurking outside the window, and died after his heart was pulled out.

Did the person being attacked have time to cry out? Did the other person hear the cry? It is impossible to guess.

The monster then climbed into the house through the window and attacked the remaining person under the cover of darkness.

It's really miserable.

Noita looked around carefully again, but unfortunately the wind and sand destroyed most of the clues and he found nothing.

She asked the two to enter the tunnel first, and then she jumped in, causing the tunnel to close.

When they returned to the house, all the tunnels were closed. The mercenaries were worried all the way, but they relaxed only when they returned to the bright world. They drank a glass of water and couldn't help sighing.

They looked dusty and dusty, as if they had been in a sandstorm. When the topic of corpses was brought up, the crowd seemed to be paused, and for a moment it was so quiet that one could hear their heartbeats.

Everyone held their breath.

Noita stated her guess: "Not human."

Sandstorms and monsters, this depressing news added a bit of pessimism.

Those who are hoping for a lucky break and think that this is just a natural disaster have completely lost hope. Even if there is no mastermind behind this, there are deadly monsters here.

Moreover, losing the heart means that the body is broken, so even the resurrection spell is difficult to use. The price of the resurrection spell required for an intact body and a broken body is completely different.

Noita sat on the ground and thought quietly. After a while, she stood up again and asked the phantom to bring the suitcase.

When the suitcase was opened, what appeared before everyone was a set of light red women's half-body armor with golden patterns on the surface, which was as exquisite and complex as a work of art.

"Is this your secret weapon?"

Anjou stood beside Noita, examining the half-plate and accompanying weapon.

"Yes." Noita looked at Anjou and said softly, "This is the 'Bright Flame VI' armor produced by the Conquest Association. It can give the wearer the violent power of fire. I spent a lot of effort to buy it."

Anjou raised his head and happened to meet Noita's eyes.

When standing close to each other, Anjou was half a head shorter than Noita, and looking up to speak made her aura inherently weaker.

She quickly looked away, very confused: "Just put it in the suitcase like this?"

She could understand why Noita could buy weapons from the Conquest Association, after all, he had an extraordinary teacher. What she couldn't understand was that Noita would just casually put such precious armor in a suitcase without any magic protection. Wasn't he afraid that it would be stolen?

Noita did not comment. She asked the phantom to help her put on the armor and prepared to go to the other rooms to find out what was going on.