Chapter 129

“The Gate of the Other Realm.”

Creak ——

Creak ——

The grating sound echoed from the living room, making one’s teeth ache.

Blood dripped onto the wooden floor, making a dripping sound, complemented by the dim candlelight in the living room, creating an eerie and chilling sensation.

“Sigh…”

Xia’er let out a sigh of relief and looked at the corpse lying on the wooden table in front of her in the living room.

The skin of the corpse was pale, almost devoid of all color, and there were obvious stitches on its face.

However, the body was largely intact, except for the softer skin on the abdomen, inner arms, and inner thighs, which had been cut and seemed to be stitched onto the face.

Xia’er took a few steps back and looked at her “work.”

Compared to the woman she remembered, it was about six or seven parts similar.

If clothes were added, the similarity could exceed eighty percent.

Now, what’s missing is the elderly form. It’s uncertain whether it will have any impact.

Xia’er smoothed her long hair behind her ear, and a spider crawled up her hair directly onto her hand. She then extended her hand, and the spider leaped toward the direction of the corpse.

Gray silk began to secrete from behind the spider, continuously wrapping around the corpse. Gradually, the corpse, originally lying on the table, was wrapped like a mummy by the spider silk.

In this era, there were no good methods to preserve corpses, and Xia’er’s rented house didn’t have a freezer. So, she could only use this method to temporarily preserve the body.

Xia’er reached out, grabbed the wrapped corpse, and dragged it bit by bit to the kitchen, stuffing it into a cabinet.

After doing all this, Xia’er felt as if she had lost all her strength and collapsed onto the sofa, not wanting to move again.

Suddenly, Xia’er seemed to remember something, her originally depressed eyes lit up with unprecedented motivation. She got up from the sofa and started climbing upstairs while taking off her blood-stained clothes.

When she opened the door to her room, she was only wearing a thin dress. She walked straight towards the desk, reaching out to grab the sedative mixture on the desktop.

This was a mixture concocted by Adelle using different medications. Xia’er uncorked it and drank it down in one gulp.

A comfortable drowsiness spread from deep within her mind, making Xia’er slightly close her eyes in comfort.

Bliss…

If only she could sleep forever without waking up…

Xia’er stumbled to the bed, lying face down on the mattress, burying herself in the blankets, and fell into a deep sleep.

Unfortunately, within a few minutes, the effect of the saved transformation disappeared, and the black-blue-haired “Inspector” Xia’er’s figure began to distort and flicker. With a flash of silver light, the Xia’er on the bed returned to her original state.

She reached out, supporting herself on the mattress to sit up. The drowsy feeling and the sense of world-weariness had vanished, and her clothes had also returned to their original state. However, the bottle of the consumed mixture couldn’t be restored.

Xia’er got up and descended the stairs. The clothes that were originally left on the stairs had vanished with the disappearance of the saved data.

When Xia’er reached the bottom of the stairs and opened the cabinet, seeing the corpse wrapped in spider silk, she let out a sigh of relief.

It was okay; the extraordinary ability of the “Inspector” could still be retained.

Xia’er returned to her room, took out her notebook, and recorded everything that happened today.

The next day, June 26th.

From yesterday afternoon until today, Xia’er stayed at home and rested.

She had completed all the preliminary work, and now she just needed to wait for Tara and the clothes to arrive to continue with the plan.

Tara’s arrival time was unknown, so Xia’er decided to stay at home and wait.

Last night, after the maid delivered dinner, Xia’er told her not to send meals anymore and dismissed the maids, sending them back to Aivana’s manor.

If anything happened, Xia’er would go directly to Aivana.

If the protection they provided was mistaken for “surveillance” by Tara, their lives would be in danger.

Xia’er went to the living room and made a simple breakfast for herself.

Although the bloodstains in the living room had been cleaned up a bit, the lingering bloody smell could not be completely removed, and a faint metallic scent still lingered in the air.

About noon, when Xia’er heard knocking at her door.

Xia’er opened the door and saw Tara’s small figure at the doorstep. What surprised her was that Amy had followed her.

Under the “identification” of the “Divine Servant,” Tara immediately believed that Xia’er was the incarnation of the Mother Goddess and pledged her loyalty to Xia’er on the spot.

Amy confirmed that Xia’er was fine and then returned home at Xia’er’s persuasion. The events here naturally remained a secret in her heart.

After gaining Tara’s trust, Xia’er assigned her a task: bring over several second-tier nobles and merchants who had been brainwashed.

Only Tara knew the names of these trusted individuals, but Xia’er accurately mentioned that she had several second-tier trusted individuals and named one noble as “Gaima.”

This made Tara even more convinced of Xia’er’s identity. That very day, Tara left Borough City at full speed for the secret monastery of the Arrival Sect.

On the evening of June 28th, Tara brought those trusted individuals back to Borough City, and that same night, Xia’er sent each of them to Aivana’s house.

With Nia, a third-tier individual, in charge, these brainwashed cultists wouldn’t cause much trouble.

On the evening of June 30th, the old tailor brought the clothes to Xia’er, handing them over and collecting the final payment.

However, no news came from Aivana, as if the two days weren’t enough for her to complete the replication ritual.

Every detail and event of these days was accurately recorded by Xia’er, including the exact time Tara arrived in Borough City and where she initially settled.

She also noted several “safe times” free from misfortune for future reference, allowing her to arrange rest periods in reality.

During these days of intermittent sleep, Xia’er managed to restore her spirit power to over ninety percent of its peak condition.

Finally, on the morning of July 1st at 8 AM, just as Xia’er was about to start her plan, Aivana finally sent word.

She had successfully advanced to become a “Psychologist,” but the cost was that only Gaima among the cultists hadn’t gone insane and was still sane.

The brainwashing had been lifted.

Thus, she used a letter to arrange a time with Aivana, asking her to meet at five in the evening.

At eight in the evening, it would be the time for the real Xia’er to arrive, but she needed to prepare ahead of the plan.

This was to allow the real Xia’er to determine whether the time had been advanced or if Aivana had been affected.

If the simulated time was advanced, it would mean that she had died prematurely during the plan’s execution, leading to its failure.

After writing down all her thoughts in the notebook, Xia’er carried the notebook, the corpse, and the clothes, and made her way to the outskirts of Borough City.

Borough City was still expanding, and at the edge, there were many half-built factories. The place Xia’er was heading to was an unfinished factory near the Clock Tower Lane District—a place abandoned due to financial issues, with sparse population, making it suitable for experiments.

Previously, “Inspector” Xiu’s promotion also took place here.

Xia’er did not bring Tara along. In fact, if it weren’t for Aivana’s promotion, Xia’er wouldn’t want to involve herself with Tara at all.

However, it seemed inevitable now that she needed Tara’s help to obtain the materials for the replication ritual.

It wasn’t raining today, but the weather was rather gloomy.

After entering the factory with the items, Xia’er directly used the save data transformation, summoning the “Inspector” saved data to descend.

As “Inspector” Xia’er peeled off the hardened spider silk, the preserved corpse was finally revealed, still fresh like it had just died.

After Xia’er released a spider into the corpse’s mouth, the modified and sewn corpse stood up again, its movements stiff as it changed clothes.

Xia’er then retreated to a corner of the factory, taking out the notebook and pen, meticulously recording everything happening next.

[Sheng Year 741, July 1st, 13:00]

[I have restored the corpse’s vitality; its throat seems to have some issues, and I am adjusting it… hoping nothing goes wrong]

[I deliberately asked Aivana to come later to avoid her seeing the spiritual summons or the Other Realm—but I’m not sure if she will arrive early, as she doesn’t seem like someone who would be late. If she does, I will give you the exact time]

[Sheng Year 741, July 1st, 14:11]

[The corpse has finally adjusted; it took quite some time… This is the third transformation into “Inspector.” Honestly, this feeling of not worrying about point reduction and using it freely is pretty nice]

[The corpse has changed its clothes]

[Next, I will try to make the corpse speak, drawing out the quill pen]

[I will pause after each line of dialogue, and later I will only write the time and the response, so you can choose useful lines to reduce time]

[14:15]

[An Su language and ancient An Su language: “Destiny Betrayal Touch,” “Polluted Destiny Betrayal Touch”]

[No reaction]

[14:30]

[I made the corpse recite a short essay in ancient An Su language, but there was no reaction… I even suspect that the raven’s shadow never even looked at me]

[15:20]

[The quill pen really appeared]

[Just use the language heard in the dream directly; phonetically translated, it’s “Sled,” which you should know]

[The quill pen remained hovering in front of the corpse… Next, I will directly make the corpse say the last words when escaping in the dream, and then press the pocket watch, sacrificing my finger for capture… After that, I might not leave any information behind]

Click—

Xia’er threw down the notebook and abruptly pressed the pocket watch. The “Echo of Silver White Time Binder” activated.

She immediately drew out the knife from her chest, severing four fingers on her left hand. Blood sprayed from Xia’er’s hand, forming blood threads that spiraled on the ground.

Her severed fingers started burning rapidly, and simultaneously, a blood-red vortex appeared in front of Xia’er.

Xia’er raised her head, fixing her gaze forward.

In front of her, the “woman” dressed in luxurious red-gold robes ran towards Xia’er in terror, as if something was chasing her from behind.

The quill pen hovered around the “woman,” appearing very urgent.

Suddenly, the “woman” stretched out her hand towards the quill pen, and instinctively, the sealed object drifted into the “woman’s” hand.

**!

The “woman” paused abruptly, throwing the quill pen towards the blood-red vortex. At the same time, her waist seemed to disintegrate, her clothes tearing, flesh spraying, and her body rapidly drying up like it had been drained.

This was Xia’er’s design, the scene she encountered in the dream.

Despite the absence of ruins and flames, and despite the obvious stitching marks on the “woman’s” face, this simple move successfully deceived the deranged raven’s shadow.

The quill pen, thrown into the air, stopped abruptly and quickly expanded, turning into a phantom raven with a wingspan of half a meter.

Its eyes wild, wings spread, it let out a mournful cry, rushing towards the “woman.”

But at that moment, a terrifying hand extended from the blood-red vortex, seizing the quill pen with lightning speed and dragging it back into the vortex.

As the “woman” fell to the ground, the raven’s shadow was completely pulled into the Other Realm.

Behind the blood-red vortex, Xia’er reached out and picked up the notebook.

Ten seconds had passed, and her hand had fully recovered.

[The plan succeeded; it was dragged into the Other Realm]

[I need to go in too]

[Wish us luck]

Xia’er placed the notebook and pen on the ground.

With a thought, a terrifying giant hand extended from the blood-red vortex, as if inviting Xia’er. She reached out and grabbed one of the fingers.

Immediately, she was dragged into the blood-red vortex.

PS1:

I know it’s not good to end here, but today is a special situation. Yesterday, I wanted to eat some carbs and ordered noodles, but ever since finishing, I’ve been suffering from stomach pain. Last night, I woke up once from the pain, and most of the day today, I was lying in bed in pain. I couldn’t write.

I’ll definitely make up for it tomorrow, starting with 8K words.

Good night!