Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 45 Part 4

A solid and complete layer of ice, quietly spreading outwards, with no visible boundary. The ice surface was so smooth, like the most beautiful, most perfect mirror.

And Xu Turan was now sitting on this perfect ice surface—beneath her was an ice-sculpted high-backed chair, intricate and grand. She sat quietly on it, in the center of this boundless ice surface, like the only ruler of this world.

Xu Turan blinked in confusion, her fingers stroking the icy armrest. It should have been cold, but she felt nothing.

She lowered her eyes indifferently, and beneath the transparent ice surface, vivid scenes were presented.

She saw herself—or rather, another self. Sitting weakly in the study, eyes tightly closed, seemingly unconscious. In front of “herself” were large clumps of black threads, surging menacingly.

Above “herself” on the ceiling, that huge stingray had appeared at some point. Countless yellow eyeballs on its body trembled, as if contemplating how to bypass those annoying runes on the ground and bite the unconscious girl.

…I should kill it.

Xu Turan thought silently.

This thought came naturally. At that moment, she seemed to have completely forgotten about ideas like “holding back No. 71” or “drawing away its attention”, her mind filled with only one thought.

Kill it. At all costs, kill this eyesore.

But how to do it…

Xu Turan thought for a moment, tentatively poked her finger in the air, and immediately the previously motionless “herself” in the scene opened her eyes and stood up, expressionlessly looking ahead.

Ah, this makes it easy.

Xu Turan tilted her head slightly, studied the current situation a bit more, pondered for a moment, and tapped her finger in the air a few times.

The “herself” in the scene followed the path of the clicks, walked a few steps forward, walking out of the protective range of the runes.

Then she took out that small knife, aimed at her own palm, and without mercy, made another cut.

Fresh blood dripped onto the ground, causing even more commotion among the abominations. The stingray on the ceiling couldn’t resist moving its wings twice, and countless piles of black threads rushed towards the “Xu Turan” in the scene, vying to be first!

Xu Turan observed all this through the ice surface, quickly tapped in the air. The scene paused, and she waved her palm again, turning the scene to several angles, watching it repeatedly for a while.

Finally making up her mind, she started playing the scene again. At the same time, she continued to operate “herself”, nimbly avoiding several clumps of black threads, and grabbed a yellow eyeball closest to “herself”.

She used the blood on her hand as a medium, freezing a thick layer of ice on the threads near the eyeball, then mercilessly shattered it, forcibly plucking it off.

The stingray on the ceiling struggled desperately, this action clearly causing it great pain. However, “Xu Turan’s” condition obviously wasn’t much better—almost the instant she touched that yellow ball, her hand immediately became a bloody mess, as if subjected to high-temperature burning.

It looked very painful. But Xu Turan sitting on the ice surface felt nothing. She just seriously looked down at the scene, rigorously carrying out the next step of operation—

She controlled “herself” to release several control skills in succession, taking the opportunity to hide back within the protection range of the runes, while forcefully pressing the yellow ball in her hand onto the rune representing “suppression”. Ice No. 7 was activated again, directly freezing it entirely on top.

Fresh blood dripped onto the rune. This seemed to further enhance its effect. The stingray clinging to the ceiling writhed more urgently, even through the ice surface, Xu Turan felt as if she could hear its angry and furious roars—

Huh?

No, that’s not right.

I seem to… actually hear it.

Faint sounds came through the ice surface. Although separated by a thick layer of ice, it became closer and clearer, until finally, it seemed to explode right next to her ear.

Almost at the same time, Xu Turan felt herself fall through empty space beneath her, and her whole body fell heavily from the air—

Xu Turan suddenly opened her eyes.

Her first reaction was, it hurts!

Glancing at her already mangled right hand, Xu Turan sharply inhaled.

This hand was so deformed it could be used directly in a horror film, how could it not hurt!

Not just her hand, her chest was also in excruciating pain, her heart feeling like it was about to give up, on the verge of stopping at any moment. Xu Turan gritted her teeth and crawled back two steps, trying hard to adjust her breathing, not caring about the menacing monsters around her, her shaking hand reaching for the medicine Yang Buqi had given her.

This time it really was a heart-saving pill…

She struggled to open the lid with her good hand, poured out two pills and put them in her mouth, only then feeling a bit better.

Xu Turan’s breathing eased, while vigilantly watching the monsters outside the rune array, she pondered over the situation just now, feeling a rare sense of fear in her heart.

Obviously, her earlier self had entered the so-called “Abnormal Rationality” state.

The ice surface, the throne, they were all just symbols. The actual situation was—her consciousness had entered an extremely numb state, where she couldn’t feel pain and wasn’t afraid of death, having no thoughts other than achieving her goal, not even considering the condition of her body…

It was as if her entire being had split into two parts, one part a high and mighty controller, the other part just a controlled puppet. The problem was, this state was only temporary, and once she left it, whatever she had to suffer, she still had to suffer…

Damn.

How miserable.

But honestly, it was kind of cool.

Her palm was still in a roasted state, but the pain in her chest had eased considerably. Xu Turan sighed in relief, and looking at the abominations outside again, she could clearly feel that the pressure from that stingray had weakened quite a bit.

…Alright then.

Although that “Abnormal Rationality state” was quite harsh on herself, it seemed to have some use for now.

Xu Turan leaned against the cabinet, took another pill, and casually glanced at her Courting Death Value data, surprised to find that her Courting Death Value had increased by another 1,500 points at some point, now approaching 7,500, just short by a small amount.

…No wonder. Cutting her hand, selling blood, plucking eyeballs, and using control skills until nearly having a heart attack, it was indeed worth 1,500.

Xu Turan closed her eyes briefly, then turned to look at her right hand, when suddenly she heard another voice in her mind:

【Congratulations, you have gained 500 Courting Death Value points!】

【Congratulations, your current total Courting Death Value has exceeded 7,500 points. Unlocking reward function—Upgrade Steps x3000 [Only applicable in Cemetery of Disaster/Wilderness of Beast/Corridor of Precognition/Mountains of Long Night]】

…?

???

Xu Turan was stunned. I was just sitting here waiting for a response, how did I court death again?

She looked around in confusion, and when she looked behind her, her gaze paused.

She just realized that the conversion rune that was originally only partially drawn had been completed at some point.

—The originally missing part had been smeared with a bloodstain, just forming a complete pattern.

The bloodstains in other places had almost dried, and when Xu Turan leaned back, she just happened to avoid this fresh part, so the rune as a whole maintained considerable integrity.

And now, a car headlight-sized eyeball was frozen inside the rune representing suppression, and she herself was just leaning against the position belonging to conversion…

Xu Turan looked back in disbelief, just about to move her body, when she suddenly felt a burning sensation on her back, as if something was continuously pouring in, followed by her vision blurring—

Then her head drooped, and she inevitably passed out.

In the last moment before her consciousness disappeared, what she heard was the long howl of Haunted House No. 71 as it turned and left.