Chapter 160: Claws
“Please?” It wasn’t a request; it was an order that couldn’t be resisted.
Luo Linglan’s face darkened as she finally recalled everything.
Although she wanted to unleash her anger on Tang Mo, the binding of authority prevented her from turning those thoughts into action.
“You better pray that your authority remains effective.”
When she had fallen, she had wandered the third layer of the dreamscape for a whole month, leaving countless terrible memories for many people, including herself.
What others saw as a reckless and pleasurable experience was absolute agony for Luo Linglan—at least now that she had regained her sanity.
At the end of that memory, Ning Xi appeared and stopped her.
Perhaps she wanted to compensate for the Luo Linglan she once knew in this way, or maybe it was just to ease her own regrets.
Regardless, the battle ended in mutual destruction.
Yu Wang, who had been waiting for the outcome, appeared at that moment and easily captured the two who were barely able to move.
Their fate would most likely have been brainwashing and control by the Combat Division through various means.
However, by coincidence, Luo Jialan appeared at Tang Nai’s side during this period and was noticed by Tang Mo.
Thus, Tang Mo, leveraging her high authority within the Combat Division, intercepted the disposal rights for the two and initiated the Thousand Faces Plan.
But with Luo Linglan already fallen, manipulating her was too risky, so Tang Mo chose to strike Ning Xi first.
She attempted to merge part of herself into Ning Xi’s consciousness, and the attempt was successful.
Yet, in the process, she discovered an unexpected fact—the memories of Ning Xi and Luo Linglan had been swapped.
By the time she realized this, those ominous memories were already subtly eroding her, forcing her to take desperate measures.
She sacrificed one of her masks, carefully separating Ning Xi’s personality further, and only then managed to regain control.
Although the most troublesome hatred and desire were difficult to deal with, none of the six Ning Xis had a magic power threshold above C-level.
This reduced the risk to a level bearable in reality.
As for the Luo Linglan who had lost those memories, she was naturally much easier to control.
Without much effort, Tang Mo implanted a seed of her authority within her and gave her a new identity as Ning Ling, settling her early on in B City.
As Ning Ling, Luo Linglan forgot many things.
The memories of Ning Xi that lingered in her mind were filled with sweetness and ease, but this feeling was too unfamiliar, clearly marking them as someone else’s story.
She had no past, only the vague memory of having a very cute daughter around fifteen years old, with long aqua-blue hair, a bad temper, but sharp teeth.
The details were blurry, but one thing she remembered clearly: her daughter didn’t want her around.
So even when she met that girl who perfectly matched the description, she dared not get too close.
She only observed from a distance—not too near, not too far.
At least she knew the girl was happy now.
Everything was supposed to end there, until she encountered a certain “obsessive” person.
Was the hotpot base really the key to her troubles?
At this point, it no longer mattered.
After all, she had blindly become Tang Nai’s disciple, been ordered to do all sorts of strange things, and gradually remembered many things, especially about Luo Jialan.
Now that her memories were complete, she clearly understood that none of this was accidental; it was all by Tang Nai’s design.
But Tang Nai rarely sought her out after that, as if something had changed her original plan.
That variable might just be the pink-haired girl who had recently appeared by Jialan’s side.
But now, what Luo Linglan was forced to do was to personally correct that variable.
“Don’t look at me like that. Hurry up.”
Tang Mo frowned, the hateful look in Luo Linglan’s eyes making her feel short of breath and struggling to keep calm.
Yet she could only urge her forward.
The strings linked to Luo Linglan’s body suddenly lit up, and the latter’s body stiffened like a marionette.
Luo Linglan snorted coldly, turning her back and giving Tang Mo one last fierce glare.
Even without relying on magic power, the oppressive aura she exuded made Tang Mo’s heart race.
Tang Mo turned her head, forcing herself to ignore it, but the heavy sense of unease quickly engulfed her mind.
Especially when recalling Tang Nai’s words, her heart grew more chaotic.
‘Damn it, give me your claws!’
***
“Is this the last one? That’s all? Or am I still missing one?”
The dim sunset light gradually pierced through the thick haze outside the window, reflecting on the incessantly jingling wind chimes.
In that faint light, Irina’s figure finally emerged from the darkness, revealing her graceful silhouette.
Before her were several bedraggled figures pierced by thousands of Threads of Dominion—at first glance, they somewhat resembled Luo Linglan.
These were the Desire Witch Concept Bodies, once exterminated in the dreamscape by Su Mu and Lando, a threat that had brought the two great danger.
Now, in front of Irina, they were no more than lambs awaiting slaughter.
“One, two, three, four… I remember now, last time Little Su Mu came and killed one. It still hasn’t recovered?”
Naturally, the Concept Bodies did not respond—or rather, their vocal cords, cut by the fine threads, could only emit unpleasant hissing sounds.
Correspondingly, their eyes and mouths were tightly sewn shut.
Without this, they would endlessly seduce Irina with their alluring voices and appearances, and she did not believe she could restrain herself.
After all, the inappropriate scenes she had just witnessed had already tortured her enough.
“Forget it, it’s not important. You can die peacefully now. Bye-bye.”
Irina snapped her fingers.
The motionless Threads of Dominion suddenly shimmered with shark-tooth-shaped ripples and rolled forward with a chainsaw-like grinding sound, cutting the Concept Bodies into drifting dust that scattered away.
The former Luo Linglan was only a false Desire Witch.
After Luo Jialan’s fall, the Concept Bodies she once controlled flooded into Luo Jialan’s dreamscape, hoping to become part of their new master.
Unable to fend them off, Lando had already fainted in the center of the martial arts hall.
Her skin continuously hissed as if being seared, and the surrounding black magic power was the cause of her torment.
Irina’s mission was to liberate her.
Irina turned her palm over, a gentle glow flowing along the lines of her hand, scattering into the dim space bit by bit, gradually restoring its original clarity.
The dissolution between Pure Magic and Dark Magic Power was like acid meeting alkali—extremely rapid and intense, yet ultimately producing colorless magic, the most common form of magic.
Finally relieved from oppression, Lando’s eyelashes trembled, then she slightly opened her eyes.
“Are you… Su Mu?”
Irina was slightly taken aback, then nodded without offering any further explanation.
“Thank you.”