Approaching the girl ant death.
This reminded Qin Chu of a saying, "Death is like the wind, always by my side."
Then he rembered the awful mory of being killed over a dozen tis by a certain bastard.
This made Qin Chu quite irritable; he shook his head hard, trying to throw out these unpleasant mories from his mind.
However, in the eyes of the Daughter of Death, Qin Chu’s shaking was seen as disbelief, which brought a touch of distress to the girl’s fair cheeks.
A finger poked her delicate cheek.
The Daughter of Death pondered for a while, then looked at Qin Chu again, "If you don’t believe it, you can try it..."
She had no intention of killing Qin Chu; she knew how important he, as the Hero, was to this world.
But if he just got a little bit closer and retreated imdiately after Mr. Brave began to feel uncomfortable, it wouldn’t be instantly fatal.
The Daughter of Death’s round and slender legs didn’t make any visible movent, yet her body floated toward Qin Chu... hey, hey, hey, don’t co over here, I don’t an I don’t believe you, there’s no need to prove anything to ...
Qin Chu’s expression was very strange.
Even though he also didn’t believe that such a beautiful girl could have such weird abilities, that just getting close would lead to death, was there no justice in the world?
But, Qin Chu also had absolutely no impulse to try it himself—after all, it’s always the unforeseen that happens. If he really died, to whom would he complain?
However, before Qin Chu had the chance to refuse, the beautifully curved body of the Daughter of Death had already floated forward about a ter.
It was this one ter that imdiately brought a dramatic change.
Hum...
In an instant, Qin Chu felt a sudden heaviness in his body.
An indescribable sense of oppression enveloped him in an instant, and it seed he could catch a glimpse of countless dense and profound black mists violently churning, chaotic and gloomy, just a glance made one feel the intense emotions of pain, unwillingness, and despair contained within them.
These black mists seed to be mixed with countless mory fragnts capable of crushing one’s will... and these mories, all of them, were images from monts before death.
In his ears, he could hear countless eerie and chilling screams as if nurous twisted figures were desperately wriggling.
I don’t want to die, I want to live.
This was the strongest will erging from the churning black mist.
It was the deepest resentnt of millions, tens of millions, or even more living beings, left before the brink of death, the most distorted part of their souls.
The howling of countless living beings was almost like sharp, pale claws, making Qin Chu feel as if his soul was about to be torn to shreds by the screaming.
His eyes stung piercingly, his muscles spasd and tensed.
However, Qin Chu was powerful and his will even more steadfast, so he could barely bear it.
But this sort of pain was absolutely terrible to endure, and this was just the effect of the Daughter of Death getting a ter closer. If she kept getting closer, the breath emanating from the Daughter of Death, who had accumulated the Sky Do Continent’s countless grudges, might really cause Qin Chu to die on the spot.
However, just then, a strange scene occurred.
Inside Qin Chu, the Little Tree Seedling that had always been quiet, only secretly leeching off Qin Chu’s experience and had only two leaves, seed to suddenly sense sothing.
The green leaves rippled.
In the next instant, a verdant glow began to radiate from Qin Chu’s body, enshrouding him in the aura of life.
The Death Aura that had spread in front of Qin Chu was instantly eliminated.
Even the wails and screams that Qin Chu heard, and the rolling black mist he saw before his eyes, all disappeared without a trace.
Qin Chu’s consciousness also imdiately returned to normal.
"Eh?"
This situation made the Daughter of Death feel sowhat puzzled.
She had never encountered such a person before.
She tried approaching a bit more, but there was still no reaction from Qin Chu’s body, and even the green light gradually receded.
Unbeknownst to her, the Daughter of Death had already walked up to him.
Up close, that pale face seed even more heart-throbbing, with an eerie beauty.
The Daughter of Death’s attire was of a ghostly and weird style, but in fact, she was really beautiful; setting aside the ghostly and weirdness, just looking at that face, one could also sense a kind of innocence that knew nothing of the world.
Her figure was slender and tall, her chest slightly barren, but compared to Nadia’s friend Miss Louisa, the Daughter of Death could still stand tall and proud.
That was the difference between mantou and xiaolongbao.
Her waist was very slim, giving the impression that it could be grasped with one hand and might break if one applied just a bit more force.
At this mont, the Daughter of Death was displaying a hint of innocence in her nature, as her slender body circled around Qin Chu, seemingly full of wondernt about this individual.
She even felt the urge to poke this man’s face with her finger.
She couldn’t understand why this man wasn’t affected by the Death Aura emanating from her body.
Suddenly, a light sparked in the Daughter of Death’s black eyes, and with a slap of her little hand:
"The Life Seed, is it inside you?"
"It has already sprouted, huh. Maybe it will grow into a Life Tree soday."
"Life and death, no wonder you’re not afraid of the Death Aura emanating from ."
Qin Chu’s lips trembled slightly; so, it really was going to grow into a big tree?
So, can this Little Tree Seedling co out of my body, and I’ll find you the most exquisite flowerpot to plant it in, okay?
Unfortunately, the Little Tree Seedling had no intention of negotiating with Qin Chu.
She sought to seize a sheep and yank with all her might.
She was no fool!
How much nourishnt could there be in a flowerpot compared to what could be gained within this man’s body?
Besides, if the other wool-pluckers hadn’t left, why should she?
She wouldn’t leave, no, she wouldn’t!
Inside Qin Chu’s body, two tender leaves swayed, seemingly smug about Qin Chu’s helpless attitude toward them.
The Daughter of Death was very happy, her pitch-black eyes were narrowed into slits, forming curved crescents.
Perhaps, it had been a very, very long ti since she had been so close to a person... no, a life.
Because of the Death Aura that lingered around her, anyone who ca close to her would die, even mosquitoes wouldn’t suck her blood.
She even dared not linger too long in the forest, for the trees around her would wither.
Black eyes, long black hair, it’s common on Earth, but in this world, it’s definitely rare.
It even gave Qin Chu a sense of inexplicable familiarity and closeness.
Speaking of which, paired with black stockings, wouldn’t that count as long black straight hair?
After delighting by herself for so ti, the Daughter of Death, Ireta, seed to realize that her behavior was sowhat rude, and her slightly pale lips parted to tentatively stick out the tip of her tongue, "Ah, sorry, it seems I haven’t introduced myself yet."
She took a small step back.
Every gesture was very ladylike.
"My na is Ireta."
"If I’m not mistaken, I should be one of the legendary existing Thirteen Witches, the Daughter of Death."
"At the sa ti, I suppose I’m also an Acting Death God."
Qin Chu also bowed elegantly, replying simply, "Hero Qin Chu."
Then, he spoke again, "Can you tell what an Acting Death God is?"
He had been curious about that title just a mont ago.
He wasn’t unclear about what an Acting Death God ant, but he couldn’t understand why the Daughter of Death would beco an Acting Death God.
"A thousand years ago, the Gods fell, and Divine Authority scattered among mortals, giving rise to the witches."
"And what I inherited is the Divine Authority of the Death God."
"Just as you, Mr. Brave, have inherited the Life Seed."
"Ah, Mr. Qin, please don’t misunderstand," the Daughter of Death, Ireta, seed to recall sothing, and she gently waved her hand, "Death Gods aren’t as you imagine, having to harvest lives everywhere."
"The Authority of a Death God actually pertains to souls."
"Soul, in essence, can also be considered a type of Energy, it’s just that this type of Energy is very special."
Ireta was not a mute, she would occasionally speak, but her interlocutors were usually Dead Souls. Perhaps because she hadn’t had a normal conversation with a living person for so long, she was so happy to be able to communicate with a normal human like this that she spoke quite a lot.
"The souls of those who die unjustly often contain a large amount of resentnt; these resentnts cause souls to linger in this world, eventually forming Ghosts. My job is to cleanse these souls of resentnt, allowing them to be purified so that they may transform into the purest soul Energy and be sent to where they should go, to prevent the human world from being shrouded by Wandering Souls."
Qin Chu roughly understood.
It seed Nadia’s wariness towards the Daughter of Death was not without reason.
Even beings like Violet couldn’t endure the erosion brought by Divine Authority, gradually becoming insane.
But Ireta was not only unaffected by Divine Authority... perhaps she was at first, but she overca it, and she even started to wield the power within the Authority, to act in place of the divine duties.
However, thanks were also due to Ireta.
Just think, a thousand years, what a long ti that was.
In all that ti, just how many had died across the entire Sky Do Continent?
If it weren’t for Ireta cleaning up the Wandering Souls, this world would probably no longer be fit for human habitation, teeming with entities like Ghosts...
After a long speech, Ireta seemingly only then realized she had been unusually talkative today.
This confused her a bit.
It was true, coming across soone she could talk to and draw near to was indeed sothing to be happy about.
But more so, she felt a special aura coming from this man, urging her to draw near.
She couldn’t quite grasp that feeling.
Shaking her head, Ireta stopped pondering the issue.
There was no use in thinking about things she couldn’t understand; that was one thod Ireta had used to persist through the loneliness of a thousand years.
"Your talent is truly impressive..." Qin Chu sincerely praised, "Violet told that, initially, all witches who inherited Divine Authority almost without exception went mad, and yet you weren’t affected by it and even could control It."
"Not affected? Control It?" the Daughter of Death, Ireta, murmured these two sentences.
A few seconds passed, and her glossy black eyes suddenly fixed on Qin Chu’s eyes, "Mr. Brave, would you like to feel my heartbeat?"
Huh?
What did that an?
How... how do I feel it?
That’s not quite appropriate, is it?
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