Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 258 – Return to Liu Ruyan

The sea breeze, mixed with the distinct scorched smell of ruins, rustled as it billowed a dust cloth on the ground.

Lin Fan stood atop a half-collapsed clock tower, her golden vertical pupils constricting slightly. An invisible wave of mental energy emanated from her, precisely piercing into Long Yan’s mind several kilometers away.

“I’m going to look around the vicinity. You know what to do.”

There were no threatening words, only a statement as placid as still water.

Several kilometers away, Long Yan, who was directing his subordinates to set up a temporary camp, suddenly froze.

This commander, who had climbed his way up from the Border Dragon City guard, held a roster of survivors in his hand. Without even lifting his gaze, he was rapidly calculating on his mental abacus.

Report the young miss’s whereabouts to the City Lord?

That was his duty as a subordinate.

If he reported truthfully, the City Lord would at most praise him with a “well done” and reward him with a couple of Crystals.

But if he angered this capricious little ancestor in the process…

Long Yan recalled the still-warm corpse of Teiichi Wanae and the sycophantic, fawning look on Boss Jiji’s face at the black market. A layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out on his back.

Even a fool could do this math.

“All units!”

Long Yan snapped the roster shut and roared at the top of his lungs, “The young miss has already cleared this area! It’s completely safe! Everyone, focus your attention on camp construction and supply gathering!”

“Yes, sir!”

The werewolf guards and survivors responded in unison.

Long Yan wiped the sweat from his brow. If he didn’t even have this much sense, he might as well go scrub toilets instead of being a commander of the city guard.

…

Confirming that her clever subordinate had gone “blind and deaf,” Lin Fan retracted her Mental Strength, the corner of her mouth hooking into a playful arc.

“Dealing with smart people is just so much easier.”

She turned and leaped off the clock tower, her figure like a light feather, landing in a deserted commercial street behind it that was covered in dense vegetation.

The place was deserted, with only the sound of the wind whining through broken shop windows.

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Lin Fan found a relatively well-preserved changing room and lightly tapped the nape of her neck.

With a faint tearing sound, the magnificent skin that symbolized her “Long Wu” identity slowly split open from her spine.

There was no blood, only the exhilarating feeling of shedding a restraint.

A few seconds later.

A near-perfect body stood before the full-length mirror.

Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, shimmering with a moonlight-like luster. Her skin was fairer than snow, exuding the lustrous texture of fine jade in the dim light. On either side of her forehead, a pair of pure white Dragon horns were so exquisite they seemed like works of art personally sculpted by God.

And then there were those soul-captivating, seven-colored eyes. A single glance seemed capable of sucking a person’s soul right into them.

“My real body is so much more comfortable.”

Lin Fan stretched her neck, the feeling of her power being suppressed completely gone.

The terrifying might of an early-stage Level 7 flashed through the small space, causing the surrounding glass display cases to hum and vibrate.

“However… this appearance is too conspicuous here now.”

If she went out with these Dragon horns, she would probably be treated as an invader from the Dragon Spirit Continent before she could even find a survivor base.

She wasn’t afraid, but it would be a hassle.

“Hundred-Change Witch.”

With a thought, the silver-haired goddess in the mirror began to undergo a wondrous transformation.

Her height shrank slightly, her silver hair lost its luster and turned into inky-black wavy curls, and her bewitching seven-colored eyes became a pair of peach-blossom eyes brimming with spring water.

In a brief moment.

The woman who once drove men mad, whom Lin Fan had hated to the bone, and who ultimately became her first Skin—Liu Ruyan—appeared in this world once more.

Lin Fan looked at “herself” in the mirror.

Alluring, amorous, and carrying a green-tea vibe that was etched into her very bones.

“How nostalgic…”

Lin Fan chuckled softly. Her fingers swiped through her System Space, and she took out a familiar set of clothes.

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This was the outfit she had favored back when she was still Liu Ruyan.

A black, high-elasticity sports bra, which, when worn, tightly hugged her proud peaks, squeezing out a bottomless cleavage while perfectly revealing a slender waist that could be encircled by one hand and clearly visible abs.

Over it, she slipped on a tight-fitting sports jacket.

For her lower body, she wore a pair of dark gray, high-waisted, peach-hip yoga pants.

These pants were extremely demanding of one’s figure; a little extra made one look fat, a little less made one look scrawny.

But on Liu Ruyan’s body, they were like a second skin, flawlessly outlining the curve of her perky, rounded buttocks. Her long legs appeared even straighter and more slender, full of sensual temptation.

Lin Fan sat on the changing room bench and picked up a pair of pure white, mid-calf sports socks.

She pointed her toes, her jade-like arch forming a graceful curve as she slowly slipped her foot into the sock.

The white cotton sports socks enveloped her ankles and were pulled up to her calves. The cuff hugged her skin tightly, creating a slight indentation, the pure white forming a strong visual contrast with her honey-toned skin.

Finally, she stepped into a pair of classic white air-cushioned sneakers.

Lin Fan stood up and bounced on the spot a couple of times.

Her high ponytail swung behind her head, and the waves on her chest trembled in response.

“Perfect.”

She threw a flirtatious wink at the mirror. In that gaze was both Liu Ruyan’s coquettishness and Lin Fan’s unique coldness.

This contradictory temperament was simply poison.

Pushing open the changing room door, she found the sunlight outside a bit dazzling.

This was once a bustling pedestrian street, now overrun by mutated plants. Vines coiled around the streetlights, bearing strange purple flowers.

“Roar—”

A low growl came from the street corner.

A few wandering Zombies, having smelled a living person, turned around, swaying.

They were no longer the living dead from the early days of the apocalypse.

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After two years of evolution, these Zombies’ skin had taken on a grayish, keratinized appearance. Their nails were as sharp as blades, and some had even grown bone spurs. They were at least Level 1 or higher.

If this had been two years ago, the wheelchair-bound Lin Fan would have probably had a heart attack at this sight.

But now…

Lin Fan stuck her hands in the pockets of her tight yoga jacket and walked straight towards them with a light, brisk pace.

“Hss…”

The leading Zombie, a Level 2 agile type, let out a sharp shriek, dropped to all fours, and pounced like a cheetah!

Ten meters away.

Lin Fan didn’t even bat an eyelid.

Five meters away.

The Zombie’s murky eyes reflected Lin Fan’s charming and beautiful face.

[God-level charm] activated.

[Low-level Nine-tailed celestial fox bloodline] Mental Strength bonus applied.

Voom!

The air seemed to freeze for an instant.

The originally ferocious Zombie, just half a meter from pouncing on Lin Fan, froze in an extremely unnatural manner.

Its brain, which should have been left with only the instinct to kill, now felt as if it had been filled with a pink paste.

The Bloodline suppression from a superior being, coupled with a charm so extreme it could cross species, caused its pitiful brain capacity to crash instantly.

Thump.

The Zombie’s knees went weak, and it actually knelt straight down on the ground.

It didn’t try to tear at her madly as it would a normal human. Instead, like some kind of tamed house dog, it let out a fawning whimper from its throat, prostrating itself on the ground, trembling, not even daring to lift its head.

Then came the second, the third…

As Lin Fan walked past, the mutated Zombies, once feared by all, knelt down on both sides of the road as if on a pilgrimage.

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If any other survivor were to witness this scene, their jaw would probably drop to the floor.

Lin Fan walked through the middle of the horde of zombies. Her high ponytail bounced gently with her steps, and her white sneakers crunched rhythmically on the pebbles of the cracked asphalt road.

There was no bloody slaughter, only a queenly inspection.

“Tsk, interesting.”

She pulled her hands out of her pockets and began to feel herself up.

From her collarbones, to her waist, and then to her thighs.

The sensation under her palm was delicate and warm. The elasticity of the muscles, the texture of the skin, even the frequency of her heartbeat, were all exactly as she remembered.

“The Hundred-Change Witch ability is truly amazing.”

“This isn’t a simple illusion; it’s a complete transformation to the pre-fusion Liu Ruyan, right down to the cellular level.”

Lin Fan’s eyes flickered as she suddenly remembered the “Thunderous Fury” she had brought back from Jiji.

If she were to use that thing now…

Would this body’s reaction be the same as the original Liu Ruyan’s?

“Ahem, getting sidetracked.”

Lin Fan coughed dryly, dispelling the R-rated images from her mind.

Business first.

She looked up, her Mental Strength spreading out like a wide-range radar, scanning the entire Sakura Island.

Her immense Mental Strength passed over the ruins, looking towards a strange, mist-shrouded building at the foot of Mount Fuji in the distance.

It looked like a shrine that had been converted from a large commercial complex.

In her mental perception, there was no stench of Zombies there. Instead, there was a faint… contradictory aura that was both eerie and sacred.

Moreover, there were quite a few signs of living people.

“Interesting.”