Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 30 Part 4

Xu Turan had an idea, immediately took out the folding knife she had scavenged earlier from her pocket, aimed at the bouncing flesh ball, and stabbed down hard.

One stab, and the ball was fine, but the knife broke. Xu Turan’s hand went numb from the shock, she cursed, and threw the broken knife aside.

The folding knife slid a distance on the ground, coming to rest next to the snow ghost hand mirror. The light fell on the hand mirror, illuminating the crack on its surface.

That crack had appeared the first night this mirror came home, somehow getting smashed, and Xu Turan had even put a piece of tape over it.

Her thoughts raced, and suddenly she had a bold idea.

—The next second, she was seen lunging towards that mirror, quickly picking it up, and swinging it forcefully to meet the bouncing flesh ball!

The mirror surface collided with the flesh ball with a crisp sound, and Xu Turan wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she thought she heard an angry woman’s scream.

She had no time to think about it, raising her leg to kick the flesh ball again. Taking advantage of its stiffened state, she picked up the largest piece of mirror shard from the ground and forcefully stabbed it into the flesh ball in front of her.

The mirror shard was as cold as ice. That coldness penetrated through the opened wound, causing the flesh ball to convulse and struggle.

Xu Turan forcefully dragged the shard downwards, but after cutting a small opening, she could no longer move it—something inside the flesh ball seemed to be wrestling with her, desperately gripping that piece of shard.

Xu Turan activated her skill points, adding 200 points to her strength in one go. However, she soon realized that her point allocation had been too conservative—the thing inside was not giving an inch, the mirror shard only cut a few more centimeters down before it couldn’t move again.

I miscalculated, I should have added 1,000… Xu Turan regretted silently. Suddenly, a voice called out her name from behind, followed by something flying over and stabbing into the flesh ball in front of her with a “pa” sound.

It was a small knife with strange patterns drawn on its blade.

Xu Turan had no time to think, immediately switched hands to grip the handle of the short knife, and then forcefully slashed downwards—the thing inside the flesh ball clearly hadn’t expected her to suddenly change direction, and had no time to block. With the boost of 200 strength points, she immediately cut a long gash in the entire flesh ball!

The next second, an infant’s cry burst out! Xu Turan was dizzy from the sound, but her two hands wouldn’t let go, still firmly holding the knife handle, continuing to slash downwards with force.

Thin blood vessels rushed towards her unrelentingly, she gave the flesh ball another “Front Kick”, kicking all the blood vessels into a stiff state—and in just this moment, the flesh ball in front of her was finally completely split open.

The flesh ball seemed to have lost its elasticity, falling to the ground with a “pa” sound. Through the gap in the flesh ball, she vaguely saw a pair of vindictive eyes.

“Mom” standing in the doorframe finally smiled. A purple blood vessel extended from behind her—that blood vessel was thicker than any Xu Turan had seen before, more than twice the size of the little girl’s vessels.

Clearly, this was the true feeding tool belonging to “Mom”.

That purple blood vessel mercilessly burrowed into the gash Xu Turan had cut, making a sucking sound. Xu Turan stepped back twice, sitting down weakly on the ground, hearing Yang Buqi’s worried voice from behind.

She couldn’t respond, nor did she want to. Both her body and thoughts seemed to be frozen, operating very slowly—a dripping sound arose beside her, she looked down and only then realized her hand was bleeding.

It must have been cut when she attacked the flesh ball with the mirror shard earlier.

Xu Turan hadn’t thought much at the time, just assumed that since ordinary sharp objects didn’t work, she’d try something extraordinary—and it actually worked.

The bleeding on her hand continued, she looked down for a while before realizing something was off.

There was something shiny mixed in her blood…

It was crushed ice. Fine, crushed ice like a slushie.

—Come to think of it, when she broke the mirror, hadn’t there been a Courting Death Value notification?

Xu Turan belatedly thought to check her stats, but before she could act, she heard Yang Buqi calling her name again from behind…

…Escape? What do you mean hurry and escape?

The purple blood vessel in front of her seemed to have finished its final feeding, rising up contentedly from the now deflated flesh ball. The world around started to shake—unlike the tremors caused by “it” crashing earlier, this shaking was like an earthquake, as if the entire space was about to collapse.

Everything around began to peel off. Like shattered glass, it cracked and collapsed inch by inch. The newly satiated purple blood vessel looked around in bewilderment, quickly shifting its attention to Xu Turan who had collapsed not far away.

The purple blood vessel rushed towards Xu Turan without regard. Almost at the same time, notifications sounded in her mind again.

Xu Turan raised her eyes indifferently, the temperature in the room plummeted silently, a thin layer of frost spreading on the ground. The purple blood vessel froze in mid-air, showing a moment of hesitation.

Mustering her last bit of strength, Xu Turan pulled something out of her satchel and threw it hard at the blood vessel.

The blood vessel was hit and swayed, actually retreating a bit. Xu Turan weighed the crystal trophy she had grabbed randomly in her hand, vaguely thinking that whoever said it was right, this trophy really was handy for hitting people.

…Eh? Who was it again?

Whatever, who cares.

Her mind was already very unclear, but her essence of being willing to try remained undiminished. She was about to give that blood vessel another hit with the crystal trophy—but before she could act, someone hugged her from behind.

The next second, Xu Turan felt herself being lifted off the ground.

“Are you alright? Can you hear me? Do you know who I am?” She heard that person talking to her, their tone very urgent. A gentle white light covered the wound on her palm.

The wound was healing, her body warming up, and her brain, which had been almost unable to function due to the cold, finally slowly regained its usual rhythm.

She heard more voices rising around her, people talking rapidly. Fragments of words kept entering her ears:

“…She guessed right! This domain is about to collapse…”

“Hurry and get out…”

“Avoid the abomination… can escape…”

“Let the markers hold on a bit longer…”

She blinked slowly, a faint blue seeming to pass through her eyes. Xu Turan used her gradually clearing mind to recall what the earlier notification sounds had said.

Those notification sounds had rung twice, saying six things in total.

【Congratulations, you have gained 200 Courting Death Value points!】—This was when she smashed the mirror.

【Congratulations, you have gained 800 Courting Death Value points!】—This was when she confronted the purple blood vessel.

Then came several consecutive messages:

【Congratulations, you currently have over 3,000 Courting Death Value points, obtaining Random Quality x1.】

【Congratulations, you have obtained the Random Quality [Snow White Queen].】

【Tendency: Natural Disaster, Order】

【Congratulations, you currently have over 3,500 Courting Death Value points, obtaining Quality Matching Special Skill x1.】

【Congratulations, you have obtained the Quality Special Skill—[Snow White Queen – Ice No. 7].】