Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 287 – Holy Relics Granted to the Believers

The starry sky over the Chuanxi Plateau was beautiful.

Lin Fan flew wantonly through the air, her red and white miko dress fluttering in the night wind, its wide sleeves like unfurled wings.

She was barefoot.

Her crystalline toes glowed faintly under the moonlight; the pair of white tabi socks she had been wearing were long gone.

The high-altitude wind was as sharp as a knife, but the moment it touched the faint shield of Spirit Energy around her body, it instantly became as gentle as a spring breeze.

Lin Fan tilted her head back, gazing at the brilliant river of stars above.

The night sky of Blue Star had, contrary to expectations, become even purer after the apocalypse.

Without industrial pollution, without the light pollution of cities, the sky was filled with countless stars, like crushed diamonds scattered across the celestial canopy.

“So beautiful.”

Lin Fan sighed softly.

In her past life, when she was confined to a wheelchair, her greatest wish was to be able to stand up and see the beautiful sights of the world.

Now, not only could she stand, but she could even soar through the heavens.

Fate was truly a sarcastic thing.

Lin Fan slowly spun in the air, her long, silver-white hair tracing a graceful arc behind her.

She lowered her head, looking down at the brightly lit base below.

Those tiny black dots were still bustling about.

They did not know fatigue, nor did they feel tired.

Because “God” had bestowed strength upon them.

A faint curve touched the corners of Lin Fan’s lips.

Then, she turned and looked west, toward the silhouette of the dark, rolling mountain range.

Kunlun.

The last rats of the Federation were hiding there.

“Time to go.”

The Spirit Energy in Lin Fan’s body erupted, and she transformed into a streak of light, instantly tearing through the night sky and hurtling westward.

A sonic boom exploded high in the sky, the shockwave ripping a long gash through the clouds below.

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Chuanxi Base, temporary dormitory area.

Zhou Ming dragged his exhausted body and pushed open the door to his room.

He felt completely wrung out, as if he barely had the strength to lift a hand.

He plopped down on the edge of the bed, panting heavily.

“Damn it… that nearly worked me to death…”

Zhou Ming wiped the sweat from his face and pulled the few Level 5 Crystal Cores from his pocket.

Terrifying energy fluctuations flowed across the surface of the Crystals, which emitted a faint glow in the dim room.

“Level 5…”

Zhou Ming clenched the Crystals in his hand, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.

Lily was so good to him.

She gave him high-purity Energy Potions and even Level 5 Crystal Cores.

If he still didn’t strive to improve, could he even call himself a man?

Zhou Ming took a deep breath, preparing to sit cross-legged and begin absorbing the Crystals.

But just then.

His fingers brushed against a soft bundle of fabric in his pocket.

“Hm?”

Zhou Ming paused, then pulled the object out.

It was a pair of socks.

White tabi socks.

The texture was soft, and they carried an extremely faint, elegant fragrance, like morning dew or a forest after the rain.

Zhou Ming froze completely.

This… This is…

He subconsciously brought them closer to smell them.

That familiar scent instantly rushed into his nostrils.

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It was Lily’s!

Zhou Ming’s mind exploded with a “buzz.”

These socks… Lily had been wearing them for the past few days!

When did she put them in his pocket?

Was it just now in the command room?

Or on the terrace?

The hand Zhou Ming used to hold the socks trembled slightly.

He could feel the faint fluctuations of Spirit Energy lingering on them.

It was Lily’s aura.

Pure, powerful, and carrying a heart-stopping sense of pressure.

Zhou Ming’s heart began to race.

But soon, he shook his head violently, flinging all the messy thoughts from his mind.

“No… that’s not right…”

Zhou Ming took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Ever since he drank that bottle of stock solution, his feelings for Lin Fan had undergone a qualitative change.

It was no longer the simple admiration of before.

It was absolute reverence and faith.

In his heart, Lily was no longer a woman he could pursue.

She was a goddess, high and aloof.

Zhou Ming looked at the socks in his hand, his expression gradually becoming devout.

This wasn’t some ambiguous signal.

This was a gift from a deity to her believer.

A form of recognition.

A form of encouragement.

Zhou Ming carefully folded the socks and placed them in his inner pocket.

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Unlike before, his mind wasn’t filled with a jumble of chaotic thoughts.

“Lily… I will not fail to live up to your expectations.”

Zhou Ming turned, sat cross-legged on the bed, and held a Level 5 Crystal Core in his hand.

He closed his eyes.

The spatial power within him began to circulate madly, greedily devouring the energy inside the Crystal.

In the room, only the faint hum of the Crystal’s energy flow remained.

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The biting wind howled past her ears, but it couldn’t blow away the smile on Lin Fan’s lips.

If someone were to look at the sky with a high-powered telescope at this moment, their jaw would surely drop.

Hundreds of meters in the air, a figure in red and white was not sprinting at full speed. Instead, she was like a feather drifting on the wind, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, even occasionally doing a little spin here or stopping for a moment there.

“This feeling… is amazing.”

Lin Fan slowed down, even intentionally removing the windbreak shield in front of her.

The cold air filled her lungs, carrying a long-lost taste of freedom.

Memories of her past life flashed through her mind like a slideshow.

Back then, forget traveling, even going downstairs was a struggle.

Her biggest dream at that time was to be able to sling on a backpack and go to Tibet, to Xinjiang, to see the legendary snow-capped mountains and grasslands.

But now?

Lin Fan glanced down at her feet, clad in geta sandals, dangling in the air.

Fair, slender, and containing the terrifying power to kick steel into scrap metal.

“I couldn’t even go down a single step before. Now, if I want to, this is my step.”

Lin Fan lightly tapped the tip of her foot in the empty air.

Bang!

The air was kicked into a visible ripple, and she used the force to shoot up several hundred meters, as if climbing an invisible celestial ladder.

“Since I’m not in a hurry, I might as well take a good look around.”

At this moment, she was not some savior shouldering the fate of humanity, nor was she the ever-changing witch who schemed against others. She was merely a tourist, two lifetimes late.

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The western landscape had become even wilder after the apocalypse.

Without the roar of human industry, nature had reclaimed its territory with astonishing speed.

The former national highways were now submerged by overgrown weeds and mutated plants, with only a few rusty road signs exposed.

The abandoned cities had become a paradise for Mutated Beasts. Occasionally, a few massive mutated Tibetan antelopes could be seen leaping across the tops of the ruins.

“Tsk, that wolf is quite unique. Two heads?”

Lin Fan hovered at a low altitude, a bag of jerky having appeared in her hand from nowhere. She chewed on it while critiquing the scene below.

Below.

A two-headed mutated wolf, the size of a small car, was baring its teeth and roaring at the sky.

It had sensed the gaze of the creature above, and the feeling of being watched like a circus monkey displeased it greatly.

“Awooo—!”

The two-headed wolf kicked off with its hind legs, leaping more than ten meters into the air, opening its bloody maw to teach this reckless “bird person” a lesson.

“Now that’s where you’re wrong.”

Lin Fan swallowed the jerky and shook her head with a hint of helplessness. “I’m just passing by to enjoy the scenery, and you have to bother me.”

She couldn’t even be bothered to lift a finger; she just narrowed her eyes slightly.

Voom!

A terrifying psychic pressure crashed down like Mount Tai.

The two-headed wolf, still in mid-air, was slammed as if by a giant, invisible hand.

Splat.

It didn’t even have time to yelp before it was smashed into the ground, so deep it couldn’t be dug out.

The surrounding ground fractured in every direction, leaving only a massive, wolf-shaped crater.

“Such a bad temper. Not good.”

Lin Fan dusted the crumbs from her hands, not bothering to give it a second glance, and turned to fly further west.

Countless such minor incidents occurred along the way.

It was from this time that a terrifying legend began to spread among the Mutated Beasts of the western wilderness: Never, ever provoke the woman in red and white who wanders aimlessly through the sky