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As she gazed at the unfamiliar shadow, the girl furrowed her brows.
"Why do you pity me?"
The shadow looked at her with a face full of compassion. "Isn't it pitiable to be someone who can't even remember their own name? You, the Lost Self, are truly pitiful."
Her brows knitted tighter, anger flashing across her face.
"Are you saying I am pitiable?"
"Of course."
"On what grounds do you pity me?"
"Because you truly are pitiable."
With that, the shadow stepped out of the darkness, fully revealing itself before the girl.
Then, she froze.
It was a tall and imposing figure, with long purple hair cascading down. Black demon horns jutted sharply from its forehead. A mysterious azure glow shimmered on its enigmatic body, and muscles rippled along its streamlined form, exuding an explosive sense of power.
Yet no matter how one looked at it, this sudden appearance bore no trace of humanity—except for that face.
In fact, it could be said that this was a demon that could only exist in legends.
She instinctively took several steps back, a look of terror spreading across her face. "You... you... you are a demon?"
The demon looked at her and coldly nodded. "You could say that."
The girl became even more panicked.
"How is that possible? Demons... demons like that... how could they really exist... how could this be..."
She stumbled backward, shaking her head desperately, unable to accept what was happening before her.
Yet the demon stood right in front of her, coldly watching her by the Blood Pool, disdainfully curling its lip.
"Hard to accept? Just a demon makes you afraid? Compared to him, you are ultimately far too weak. Even if I showed all my power in front of him, he would feel no fear at all."
The girl widened her eyes in shock.
"You... you know him?"
"Of course."
A look of excitement crossed the girl's face as she rushed forward and grabbed the demon's hand. "Tell me, where is he? Please!"
Her face was filled with urgency and anxiety. She desperately wanted to know the whereabouts of that person.
However, the demon coldly brushed her hand away and asked, "Did I tell you to go kill him afterward?"
With her request denied, the girl puffed out her cheeks in a sulky manner, clearly unhappy.
"Mind your own business!"
Seeing the girl's petulant expression, the demon shook his head and added, "You're really immature."
"Hmph! You're the immature one."
"Are you trying to win an argument? Chu Dongling, you're simply too weak. The truth is, even if you stood before him, you wouldn't stand a chance. You would be easily defeated... Of course, I think that might be a good ending."
The girl shot him a glare. "You think I'll fail?"
"Of course."
"On what basis do you think I'll fail?"
The demon shook his head in silence. "You're far too naive... Honestly, I suddenly feel that I really shouldn't get involved in this matter. In your current state, even if you absorbed the energy from the Blood Pool, you still wouldn't be his opponent. There's no need for me to intervene."
The girl pouted, looking defiant.
"Am I really going to lose to him? No way! Don't forget, I'm the one who knows him best! If there's anyone in this world who can defeat him, it has to be me... and only me."
The girl paused for a moment and added, "Cthulhu is like this."
The demon glanced at her and shook his head.
"Do you believe in Cthulhu?"
"Of course, Cthulhu is the most trustworthy companion."
"Then you must be blind. Cthulhu is the most untrustworthy fellow in this world... even less trustworthy than Nyarlathotep. I can't imagine how foolish a living being must be to trust Cthulhu."
The girl stared at him, understanding his implication.
"You mean I'm foolish?"
"Exactly."
Her face flushed red, and she suddenly raised her hand.
"I don't like you! I'm going to kill you!"
Dark red clouds appeared behind her, transforming into smoky chains that wrapped around the demon.
However, silently and without a sound, those dark red chains dissipated as they approached the demon's body, as if they had collided with something terrifying, unable to pose any threat to him.
The girl's face finally could no longer contain her terror as she stumbled backward in a panic.
As she retreated, she widened her eyes and pointed at the demon, incredulously exclaiming, "You... how is it possible... my power..."
The demon shook his head.
"That is not your power; it is power you have stolen—power that rightfully belongs to this world."
With that, he took a step forward. Behind him, a pair of pitch-black demonic bat wings unfurled, stirring up a violent wind that sent everything in the square swirling chaotically.
The fierce wind battered against the girl's body, causing her to retreat even further, her hair whipping wildly around her face, nearly obscuring her vision.
Yet she could clearly see the sword on the demon's back.
The sword had a bizarre design, with a ram-horned skull carved at each end of the hilt, and another ram-horned skull etched at the junction of the blade and the crossguard.
As the girl focused on the sword, she vaguely sensed a dark red light glowing from the eye sockets of the ram-horned skulls, grinning eerily at her.
At that moment, the terrifying wails of an Evil Spirit suddenly filled her mind, compelling her to cover her ears and cry out in anguish.
"Help! Cthulhu! Save me!"
The voice that had been whispering in her ear responded, filled with a terror she had never encountered before.
Run! Chu Dongling, run! Get away from that man.
The girl clutched her ears in pain, struggling to turn and flee, obeying the voice's command.
As she ran, she cried sorrowfully, like a girl who had been bullied. She wiped away her tears repeatedly.
"Woo… Cthulhu. What’s wrong with that fellow? So terrifying… so terrifying…”
The voice echoed in her ears, filled with the same anxiety… and a hint of fear.
It whispered softly beside her, trembling with an unspoken dread, as if it too feared the demon.
That is the Lord of Death, my lady… That is the Lord of Death, Qin Hao. He is a demon from another dimension, the ruler of the Death World, commanding the realm of the deceased; he is the most fearsome monster. Get away from him! You must stay far from him! He must not find you!
The voice beside her urged in a panic. It pressed her to escape.
My lady, we must leave quickly; we cannot let him catch up. If he finds us, it will all be over—there will be nothing left. We have to get away from him.
The frightened girl followed the voice's guidance, trying to flee, but she stumbled over something on the street and fell heavily onto the pavement.
Her knee struck the cold, hard concrete, and a shard of broken glass pierced her thigh. Blood began to flow.
In the midst of excruciating pain, the girl couldn't help but cry out.
"It hurts... Cthulhu. It hurts so much."
She lay on the ground, clutching the wound on her leg, her face contorted in agony, tears soaking her cheeks.
"I'm bleeding... Cthulhu, I'm bleeding! What should I do? Am I going to die? I feel so awful, I'm bleeding... Wuwuwu... Someone help me, please, someone save me."
Curled up on the street, the girl cried and shouted, pleading for any possible rescue.
Her face was a mask of suffering, her eyes brimming with tears, looking as pitiful as an abandoned child, enough to move even the hardest of hearts to tears.
But Zombies have no heart.
A shadow loomed over her, and when she lifted her head through her tears, the first thing she saw was a pair of human feet, followed by a waist, a body, a face, and then… hair as pale as bone and eyes of Dark Red.
A look of surprise lit up the girl's face.
"Chu Donglin?"
Though it was their first meeting, she recognized the man before her at once.
Her expression was filled with astonishment and joy; she never expected to encounter the man she had been searching for right here.
The overwhelming joy that nearly felt like it would burst made her temporarily forget the pain in her body.
She reached out her hand, wanting to embrace the man, wanting to hold onto him.
Her delicate hand extended like a spoiled girl asking for a hug, her face filled with happiness and delight.
But Chu Donglin's gaze was chillingly cold.
A twisted sword appeared in his hand.
With a thrust—
Blood splattered.
The girl's body froze.
She lowered her head, unable to believe the sword piercing her heart, her terrified eyes following the blade to the one who wielded it... and that indifferent gaze.
Despair washed over her expression.
Blood flowed from her wound, spilling from her mouth.
She was painfully pinned to the street by the sword, crying out as she reached out her hand toward Chu Donglin, desperately pleading for a response from the man.
But the man merely looked at her coldly, showing no intention of offering help.
She cried out in pain.
"Don't do this... Please, don't do this... I like you... Don't treat me this way, I beg you..."
Her body was gradually losing warmth.
Her gaze slowly lost its color, eventually becoming hollow and lifeless.
Yet the despair and sadness on her face remained unchanged.
She convulsed desperately in her dying body, trying to reach for the man's pant leg, but he mercilessly stomped down, crushing her delicate hand and shattering all the bones with a sharp crack.
The intense pain shot through her hand, causing the girl to convulse violently, tearing her chest wound wider.
She cried out hoarsely, tears mingling with dust, staining her once fair face.
"Please... Wuwuwu... Please... Don't do this... Don't treat me this way... I beg you... Don't..."
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