Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 289 – The Traffic is Too Heavy, I’m Also Very Desperate

Lin Fan’s cold voice sounded from behind.

Just now, she had given them a chance to scram. Now that blood had been shed, the nature of the situation had changed.

She slowly stood up, but the movement was a bit too large, and a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen.

“Hiss…”

Lin Fan sucked in a sharp breath, her brows knitting tightly.

This damn period.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

She watched the figures scrambling to escape in a panic, and a nameless fire surged within her.

I’m bleeding and in so much pain, yet you grown men are running around full of life. By what right?

“Since none of us are good people…”

Lin Fan raised her slender, fair hand and clenched it gently in the empty air.

“Then you can bleed a little with me.”

Several clouds of scarlet mist slowly dispersed in the air, blown away without a trace by the dry, sandy wind before they could even hit the ground.

Lin Fan withdrew her hand, not even bothering to look at the piles of dregs that were now indistinguishable from one another.

For her, killing people of this level was as simple as breathing, not even requiring a single shred of killing intent.

“So noisy.”

She glanced down at her miko dress.

Thankfully, she had activated her Mental Barrier in time, and the red and white fabric remained spotless.

But the heavy, aching sensation in her lower abdomen made her already unpleasant expression darken even further.

Lin Fan sat back down on the long bench, rubbing her stomach in frustration.

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“A physical constitution of over seven thousand… it seems it’s not all good.”

She sighed and pulled out an unopened pack of sanitary pads from her space, her expression complicated as she looked at the words “Extra Long for Night Use.”

The stronger one’s body, the faster their metabolism, and the more monstrous their blood production.

This led directly to an extremely awkward consequence—her “flow” was several times that of an ordinary person.

If a normal girl’s period was a babbling brook, her current situation was basically the Yellow River bursting its banks.

“Two packs a day… who can handle this?”

Lin Fan looked with a pained expression at the nearly empty pack in her hand.

Fortunately, back when she was still Liu Ruyan, she and Zhou Ming had swept the entire convenience store clean of sanitary pads.

At the time, Zhou Ming had looked utterly confused, asking her why she needed to pack so many.

Looking back now, her past self was practically a prescient master of tactics.

“I can’t wear these clothes anymore either.”

Lin Fan stood up and tugged at the wide skirt of her miko dress.

Although the outfit looked ethereal and had the air of a goddess, on a special day like this, the empty feeling underneath gave her no sense of security.

Besides, the wind in the west was strong. If there was a side leak…

The image was too horrifying to imagine.

Lin Fan looked around and found a shop that, though dilapidated, was relatively clean. She casually cast a Spirit Energy barrier to seal the doors and windows.

Rip.

The ties of the miko dress were undone, and the red and white fabric slid down her smooth skin, pooling at her feet.

Her perfect, jade-like body was exposed to the air, a fine layer of goosebumps rising on her skin from the cold.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Lin Fan quickly rummaged through her System Space.

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“Not this one, too short.”

“Not this one either, the color is too light.”

Finally, her gaze locked onto a black leather biker suit.

Lei Li’s lingering preferences made her choose this tight leather jacket and pants without a second thought.

“You’ll do.”

Lin Fan picked up the tight leather jacket. It was cool to the touch and of superior quality.

A few minutes later.

The shop door was pushed open.

The cool and otherworldly miko was gone, replaced by a queen of the night who exuded an aura of danger.

The tight black leather jacket perfectly accentuated her exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio. The high collar covered her long neck, revealing only a stunningly cold and beautiful face.

On her lower body was a pair of tight leather pants of the same material, snugly encasing her long, straight legs. On her feet were a pair of over-the-knee high-heeled leather boots.

Lin Fan glanced down.

The tight, wrapped feeling finally put her mind at ease.

Although it was a bit constricting, at least she didn’t have to worry about drafts while walking, let alone any indescribable side-leak accidents.

“Now this is how you should look when you’re going out to kill.”

Lin Fan adjusted the silver hair tucked under the collar of her leather jacket and nodded in satisfaction.

The previous miko dress was beautiful, but it always felt like a “goddess statue skin” for the believers below to see.

This outfit, now this was the combat form that she, Lin Fan, should have.

“Let’s go.”

With a light tap of her toes, Lin Fan didn’t shoot straight into the sky as before. Instead, she glided forward, staying a few dozen meters above the ground like a black swift.

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She was in a bad mood and didn’t want to fly too high and eat the wind.

Besides…

Her temper right now was truly awful.

Over the next few days, the mutated creatures of the western wilderness encountered the greatest catastrophe since their creation.

The journey to the Kunlun Mountains, which should have taken only a few hours by flight, was dragged out by Lin Fan for five days as she deliberately took her time.

During these five days, she treated the trip as a way to blow off steam.

If she saw a scenic abandoned city, she would stop to brew some brown sugar water.

If she saw an ugly Mutated Beast, she would casually obliterate it.

“Roar—!”

A level-four mutated brown bear had just poked its head out of its hibernation cave. Before it could even get a clear look at the day’s sun, it was stomped into the dirt by a high-heeled leather boot descending from the sky.

“What are you yelling for? Trying to show off how loud you are?”

Lin Fan stood on the brown bear’s massive head, her black leather pants glinting coldly in the sunlight.

She held a pink thermos in her hand, looking annoyed at the twitching behemoth beneath her feet.

“My stomach already hurts, and I have to listen to you beasts screeching.”

Lin Fan applied a little pressure with her foot.

Splat.

It was like crushing a watermelon.

A level-four Mutated Beast, an absolute overlord at this stage, was inexplicably turned into a pile of mush.

Even its Crystal was crushed by that single stomp.

Lin Fan disgustedly wiped the blood from the sole of her boot on the grass. Without a second glance at the corpse, she continued to float forward, swaying gently with her thermos in hand.

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In the past few days, the number of Mutated Beasts that had died at her hands was at least eighty, if not a hundred.

The reasons were bizarre and varied.

Some were killed for being too ugly and ruining the scenery.

Some for their unpleasant cries.

There was even a warren of mutated rabbits that were wiped out simply because their energetic hopping annoyed Lin Fan, who was feeling weak from menstrual cramps.

This senseless slaughter ensured that within a ten-li radius of wherever Lin Fan passed, not a single living creature dared to show itself.

It was in this rhythm of stopping and starting, venting her anger all along the way, that she finally came to a halt.

At dusk on the fifth day.

Lin Fan finally stopped.

She was hovering at the edge of a cliff.

The wind howled, whipping her silver hair about, but it could not move the leather suit that clung tightly to her body.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the heavens and the earth a crimson red.

And at the end of her line of sight, a mountain range so majestic it was breathtaking lay across the land like a slumbering primordial dragon.

The mountains stretched on endlessly, capped with white snow.

Shrouded in clouds and mist, it seemed to hide an entrance to another world.

The overwhelming sense of desolation and weight, even from a hundred li away, still sent a shock deep into Lin Fan’s soul.

The Ancestor of a Myriad Mountains.

Kunlun.

“Finally here.”