The huge tumor monster struggled and leaped out of the hall. Under the iron-blue sky, it looked like a hateful monster chasing the stars.

The knotty tumor on its body was covered with dense blue blood vessels, each of which was clear and prominent. If a person with trypophobia saw such a scene, he would probably close his eyes immediately and faint on the ground.

The stitched muscles were moving in a strange shape, like meatballs placed in a pan, turning a special bright red color under high-temperature frying and rolling up and down.

“Damn it, damn it!!”

The pale lady rushed out of the hall, with only her head left of human features, revealing a complex expression that was a mixture of "fear" and "resentment".

She turned her head and looked behind her, with a hint of fear in her eyes.

It was as if she was not looking at the room in her own space, but at some unknown... abyss! At this moment, the bulging muscles once again showed their strong strength. With four hands grabbing the ground, the pale lady suddenly jumped far away, and with a swift leap she pounced into the distance!

Just a second after she jumped up, a heavy black shadow suddenly slammed towards her in the hall behind her.

This was the round table that Song Qingci had been sitting on not long ago. Just by looking at its weight, one could guess that it was not something that an ordinary person could lift. However, now, under the influence of some surging and uncontrollable force, it actually flew backwards sideways and accurately hit the pale lady's feet that had just left the ground!

"hiss!"

The pale lady, whose toes were hit accurately by this blow, showed a painful expression on her face.

Although she has now turned into a huge monster with a huge tumor on her head, this is only a change in her upper body - in fact, her lower body can still be called human, at least she has legs and feet.

However, when the wooden table flew over, it hit the pale lady's little toe.

In some ways, aliens are similar to humans. For example, the pain of stubbing your toe is much more severe than you imagine.

If it weren't for the height and limited space, the pale lady felt that she might cry out in pain.

But in the end she gritted her teeth, struggled to climb up the wall not far away, and while her feet were firmly stuck on the wall, she used the recoil force to jump up again.

Like an agile monkey wandering in a steel jungle.

Behind him, Bai Ling stepped on the gray mist, squinting at the direction she left not far away.

The look was slightly vague.

The next second, Bai Ling's expression changed slightly.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, took two steps back and returned to the hall.

Then he walked directly to Song Qingci's side, gently lifted her backpack, and fiddled inside it.

Song Qingci stared at his actions blankly.

Finally, she saw that Bai Ling seemed to have found what he was looking for, and her eyes relaxed slightly.

After taking something out of his pocket, Bai Ling put it on his face without hesitation.

The originally pale face was hidden behind a wooden mask that looked like it was laughing and crying. Its face was so hideous, just like the evil ghost in myths and legends. In the empty eye sockets were blue gems like tears, with a mysterious power that could attract people. Just looking at it made people feel a chill.

This mask...

Before Song Qingci could say anything, Bai Ling put his hand on her shoulder.

"Is the cell phone working?" Bai Ling said quickly.

Huh? It took Song Qingci about a second to react: "Yes, yes..."

Before she could elaborate, Bai Ling quickly took her cell phone out of her pocket, as if he was looking for his own cell phone.

After quickly dialing a few numbers on her phone, Bai Ling thought for a moment and whispered something in Song Qingci's ear.

Song Qingci looked at him stupidly: "This..."

Patting her shoulder, Bai Ling looked at her calmly: "Remember, don't be late."

After saying this, he threw Song Qingci's cell phone directly to her and left the hall without looking back.

Only Song Qingci and Han Qianqiu were left staring at each other.

They could only watch Bai Ling's figure walking faster and faster until he quickly disappeared from their sight.

After turning the door, Bai Ling stood where they couldn't see him.

His footsteps became faster and faster, and in the end, he even used the power of the mist to drag himself forward.

Just like the gods riding on clouds in ancient mythology, Bai Ling was now stepping on the mist and moving quickly in the world of the Pale Lady.

Soon, he floated away from the original combat hall and came to the long passage leading to the cafeteria.

Not far away, the phantom that looked almost identical to the Pale Lady was still waiting for him at the end of the road, its skinny body trembling slightly.

It seemed to have undergone some changes, from the harmless projection to something more...strange. It was as if someone had used a magic spring to spin a few times above its head, causing the originally soulless robot to open its eyes and begin to perform tapping movements with stiff limbs. The long skirt rose slightly with the movement, and a pale, decayed lotus blossomed.

It just rotted at the end of the road, as if waiting for Bering's arrival.

However, Bai Ling did not even look at it.

When he was about to cross the figure, Bai Ling stepped directly on the face of the white figure, and then further crossed the long road.

The nailed boot prints pierced the projection's face, leaving it with a densely packed serrated pattern.

He turned his head mechanically, and the projection could only see Bai Ling's black windbreaker passing by his eyes.

With a "boom", its figure began to shatter rapidly after three seconds.

The thin white gauze suddenly turned into dots of light and disappeared into the air without leaving any trace. The white projection that frightened Long Ge and Song Qingci was simply torn apart by Bai Ling's kick and turned into melting snow under the sun.

Bai Ling moved forward quickly without looking back, but thought silently in his heart: "It is true that the spiritual world is more fragile than the life forms in the material world under the influence of the ring."

'Although this projection was endowed with paradoxical power by the Pale Lady, it was still too weak. It seemed that it did not expect to stop me in this way, but only thought that it could slow me down.'

With a sigh, Bai Ling said nothing and continued to move towards the target location.

This time his speed was much faster than before.

In about five seconds, he arrived at the back of the parking lot.

That is the location of the statue that Song Qingci noticed before.

Standing at the distance of the statue, Bering could see from afar the Pale Lady leaning against the statue, seemingly saying something to it.

The tumors on her body all underwent some deformation due to this movement, sometimes getting bigger, sometimes getting smaller, and occasionally shaking in a wave-like manner.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Bai Ling felt that it was somewhat challenging his physical limits.

After taking two steps forward, he finally heard the pale lady's murmur.

Her voice was a little unclear: "Why, why did you abandon me..."

"I trust you so much. No one respects you more than I do. Even other people are far inferior to me..."

She grabbed the skirt of her statue, like a drowning person grabbing at the last straw: "I have waited for so many years, and nothing has changed, just because you told me that I could succeed... You told me that everything is within your plan and there will be no changes. But now, everything has changed..."

"And you've changed too. Didn't you say you would always be with us? Why did you disappear after just a few decades..."

Her voice was very confused.

This state was very abnormal. After all, no one had ever been able to quickly calm down from the Pale Lady's previous rage and become this contradictory and confused state.

So the answer is clear.

Bering looked at the huge statue of the Pale Lady in the distance.

'There's something wrong with this statue.'

When Brother Long and Song Qingci stood in front of this statue before, they both felt that there was a sense of incongruity on the statue that they could not understand.

Originally, Bailing thought that this was because the Pale Lady was using the statue as a beacon to connect to the outside world.

But the dragon before flew out from the sky, which means that the connection between this world and the outside world is probably in the sky, not on the ground.

So, this statue actually has other functions.

Pulling her scarf, Bai Ling said nothing, just watched her movements silently.

In his sight, the Pale Lady seemed to be becoming more and more intoxicated.

She gently grabbed the statue's face and almost lay on it, her long nails digging into the statue's surface as tightly as a koala leaning against a tree.

"Ah, ah," she shrieked, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"The feeling of losing half of myself is so unbearable. Before, I could deceive myself with lies, but now, lies can no longer heal my emptiness! I don't want to be 'eternal' anymore, I just want to get my other half back..."

She clutched her face tightly at the sculpture: "Give her back to me, give her back to me... I don't want anything anymore, give her back to me..."

"Come back soon, come back soon, give her back to me, give her back to me..."

The more she said this, the lower her voice became.

Later on, the cries of “give it back to me” that sounded like a death warrant had become as gentle as a dream talk.

Soon, under Bering's gaze, the pale lady slowly slid down from the statue and finally curled up into a ball.

The tumor gradually subsided, revealing a slender figure wrapped in flesh. Although the facial features were still misplaced, they were buried in the long hair and had become blurred.

The pale lady now looked like a little girl who had been bullied outside, came home to cry to her parents, and when she was tired, lay peacefully in her parents' arms.

Curled up in the arms of the sculpture, she actually looked a little softer than before.

A few seconds later.

The heavy statue moved for the first time.

The hand that was originally raised high slowly fell down, covered the pale lady's head, and shook it gently twice, as if it was rubbing her head.

From Bering's distant perspective, it looked like the sculpture was gently comforting his sleeping daughter.

But clearly, this is not the case.

At least Bering was very clear that the light flashing on the sculpture's hand covering the pale lady was not kind.

The light floated down and landed on the head of the figure in his arms, penetrating into it little by little.

After the light sank into her head, the pale lady's messy eyebrows were tangled together and the expression on her face showed a feeling of "pain".

Her body began to twitch uncontrollably.

The twitching movement gradually became more and more crazy, and soon she was shaking uncontrollably like she was sifting chaff.

However, the hand of the statue above her head that had originally comforted her now seemed like the heaviest confinement, locking her firmly in its palm.

No matter how the Pale Lady twisted her body, she could not escape from the statue's bonds.

In the end, her body gradually returned to calm.

This monster in human nature returned to her previous peaceful appearance, the only slight difference might be her appearance.

If her face was distorted before, now her face shape has become what a normal person's face should be.

It’s just that this so-called “normal person” is not the original appearance of the pale lady.

As the half of her body that was stripped off, her normal appearance should be similar to Han Qianqiu.

However, Bai Ling now did not see even the slightest element of Han Qianqiu in Ms. Pale.

It's like a brand new human face, with both feminine softness and masculine edges, exuding a charm and seductiveness that is irresistible to both parties.

It is obvious that the owner of this body right now may have gained another one without realizing it.

Bai Ling thought so in his heart.

As if in response to his thoughts.

Two seconds later, the androgynous face slowly opened its eyes.

After opening his eyes, this person and Bai Ling looked at each other.

In those eyes, Bai Ling saw his own reflection wearing a mask.

Deathly silence permeated the iron-gray sky.

The two people just stared at each other, without words or life.

In the end, it was the person on the other side who broke the silence first.

She slowly climbed up from the statue, her hair falling to the ground in disarray.

The sculpture's hand, which was originally holding the pale lady's head, swayed gently with the man's movements, like a courtier guarding the emperor, standing humbly behind her, waiting for her call.

Scratching his hair gently, the man uttered his first words after waking up.

"It's really... a long time."

She said.

There was a chill in his voice that could freeze time.

After a slight sigh, she looked at Bai Ling in the distance.

"It looks like a perfect timing," she whispered. "Has our lovely child finally been unable to bear the collapse of his faith and has chosen to put the pacifier on his face?"

"So, you should be the 'prophet'... No."

Scratching his hair, the man tilted his head and looked at Bai Ling with certainty: "You should be... Bai Ling, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken.