Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 214 – Who Are You?

Deep within the Death Swamp, mist churned.

Roar after roar, laced with endless fury, made the very earth tremble violently.

Long Jingyun’s figure darted rapidly through the withered trees, his expression so dark it looked like it could drip water.

His toy. The perfect toy he had personally trained for so long, the one that brought him such joy—gone, just like that?

Dead in the jaws of a level-eight beast?

Unforgivable!

A nameless fire surged within him, making him wish he could charge into the level-eight demonic dragon’s lair right now and tear it to shreds.

But reason told him he couldn’t.

A level-seven initial stage facing a berserk level-eight Demonic Creature was no different from an egg smashing against a rock.

No matter how noble his Bloodline was, he could not bridge the chasm of an entire major level.

Finally, after sprinting for nearly ten kilometers, he came to an abrupt halt.

His gaze locked onto a massive, bone-white withered skeleton not far away.

Lying quietly on top of it was a piece of tattered clothing.

A black-and-white maid’s uniform, violently ripped in half and soaked in long-congealed, dark red blood.

The most shocking detail was the enormous, terrifying bite mark on the fabric that had nearly pierced through the entire upper half of the garment!

That shape, that size…

Long Jingyun’s pupils contracted abruptly.

He could even picture the bloody scene: the behemoth opening its cavernous mouth and snapping that delicate yet resilient body in two at the waist.

“ROAR—!”

Not far away, the disturbed level-eight fallen demonic dragon was still roaring madly, venting its anger at having its peaceful slumber interrupted.

Long Jingyun’s fists cracked as he clenched them, his teeth nearly shattering.

Damned beast!

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But in the end, he did not lose his sanity.

He carefully concealed his entire aura and slowly approached the withered skeleton.

After confirming that the level-eight demonic dragon’s attention was not on him at all, his figure flashed, and he swiftly snatched the tattered maid’s uniform into his hand.

A thick stench of blood assaulted his nostrils.

He brought the fabric to the tip of his nose and took a deep sniff.

It was her scent, no doubt about it.

Besides the smell of blood, a few small fragments of skin and flesh still clung to it.

Long Jingyun’s breathing grew heavy.

He stared at the ruined piece of clothing in his hand, a morbid obsession flashing in his eyes.

Those feet… those perfect feet he had to hold every night to fall asleep…

Gone, just like that.

An indescribable sense of Tyranny and agitation welled up in his heart.

He carefully placed the tattered garment into his storage pouch.

Then, without a backward glance, he began to retreat toward the swamp’s outer edge.

He had lost a perfect toy and urgently needed to find a new replacement.

…

On the other side.

Just as a deeply resentful Long Jingyun was retreating, Lin Fan was watching the figure preparing to slip away in the distance with great interest.

Lu Yuan.

The captain of the First Battalion of the Magic City Defense Force.

After several months in the Rift, not only had the guy not died, but he seemed to be living quite comfortably.

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His strength had actually risen from level-six initial stage to level-six mid-stage.

And from the way he had just maneuvered around the level-seven initial stage Long Jingyun, he had done so with ease.

“A Light-type ability… it truly is a divine skill for escaping.”

Lin Fan commented inwardly.

Moreover, Lu Yuan’s light could disperse the miasma in the Death Swamp without needing a Miasma-Repelling Pearl.

No wonder even the level-seven peak Long Teng had been helpless against him after he entered the Death Swamp.

As long as he didn’t provoke a level-seven Demonic Creature, this Death Swamp was like his own backyard.

At this moment, seeing that the Dragon Clan young master with the bizarre ability was actually ignoring him, Lu Yuan was overjoyed.

He was about to transform into light and make a run for it again when he found a petite figure blocking his path.

It was a Dragon Clan girl who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen. She wore a gorgeous but mud-stained long dress, her golden hair was a mess, and her small face was deathly pale, giving her the pitiful appearance of someone who had suffered a great fright.

It was “Long Wu,” who had just broken free from that Dragon Clan young master’s arms.

Lu Yuan was instantly amused.

He was a natural-born optimist, and even in a desperate situation, he couldn’t shake his habit of running his mouth.

He looked Lin Fan up and down and let out a whistle.

“Yo, little beauty, not running yet?”

He spoke in a clumsy and strangely accented Dragon Spirit Continent common tongue, teasing, “If that big fella goes crazy in a bit and eats up that tender flesh of yours, won’t your parents cry their eyes out?”

“Hurry home to your mommy. It’s dangerous here.”

Seeing his playful, grinning face, Lin Fan was also amused.

This guy… he really was exactly as the people from Magic City Base had described.

Interesting.

She didn’t move, just watched him quietly with a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

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Lu Yuan felt a little creeped out by her gaze.

Why did this little girl’s eyes not match her innocent and naive appearance at all?

In that gaze, there was a calmness that seemed to see through everything, and even a hint of… playfulness?

“Hey, you little brat, don’t you understand what I’m saying?”

Lu Yuan frowned. “If you don’t leave now, I’m not looking out for you anymore!”

Lin Fan finally spoke.

She didn’t use the Dragon Spirit Continent common tongue, but instead, in an incredibly pure and clear Dragon Country language, she said softly:

“Lu Yuan.”

“The First Battalion, how come you’re the only one left?”

“Where are the others?”

Her tone was flat, as if she were asking what he had for lunch today.

But every single word struck Lu Yuan’s heart like a hammer blow!

The smile on Lu Yuan’s face froze instantly.

He was rooted to the spot, his eyes wide as he stared fixedly at the Dragon Clan girl before him.

Horror, astonishment, disbelief…

A myriad of emotions flickered across his face, finally leaving only endless vigilance and gravity.

This Dragon Clan girl…

Who was she?

How could she speak the Dragon Country language?!

How did she know his name was Lu Yuan?!

How did she know about the First Battalion?!

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Countless questions instantly overwhelmed him.

For the past few months, he had been hiding and fleeing, surviving by the skin of his teeth, and had never revealed his true identity to anyone.

How did this seemingly harmless little Dragon Clan girl in front of him know all this?

Could it be… she was a higher-level spy planted in the Dragon Spirit Continent by the Federation?

Impossible!

If the Federation had that kind of capability, they would have launched a counterattack long ago. Why would they have needed his First Battalion to enter the Rift as scouts in the first place?

Lu Yuan’s mind raced, trying to find any clue about the girl before him in his memory.

But there was nothing.

Not a single clue.

Seeing Lu Yuan’s ashen-faced expression, the curve of Lin Fan’s lips widened.

Slowly, enunciating each word, she dropped another bombshell.

“Chu Chen, he’s very worried about you.”

Lu Yuan’s pupils contracted violently again.

Chu Chen!

The supreme commander of the Magic City defense line!

That man of masterful strategies and brilliant schemes!

This Dragon Clan girl even knew about Chu Chen?!

Lu Yuan’s breathing became ragged.

He stared intently at Lin Fan, his throat bobbing a few times before he finally managed to force out the words:

“Who… Who in the world are you?”