Chapter 747: At Least I Can See Him One More Time, Right?

"Ahhhhh—!!"

A piercing, agonized scream.

He had never expected that the human in front of him, who had been smiling not long ago, would suddenly attack them.

Lynn slowly gripped the sword hilt, pushed his monocle up with the back of his hand, his eyes curved like crescent moons in a smile, then gently twisted the pommel, letting the pain further press down on all the evil spirits inside him.

"Do you think I'm easy to deal with?"

"I already told you to be honest. I even gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. If you had sincerely confessed to me, I might have treated you gently. Instead, you always choose the worse path."

Lynn wasted no more words on them.

He clapped his hands, pinched his monocle, and turned to face the enormous Godweaver Head, saying softly:

"Auntie Wushen, are you skilled in soul techniques? I want to ask you a favor. Could you help me probe the composition of the evil spirits inside him?"

"I want to make them spit out what they ate. Can you do that?"

A vicious glint appeared in the Godweaver Head's eyes, and watching her son-in-law's methods, she found herself liking him more and more.

Yes.

Previously she had planned to marry Little One to him because he might be able to break the curse.

But after so long away, he really had become someone to respect, and he carried more and more of that evil-god leader aura.

After all, in this hell:

if you didn't have some cruelty and venom, how could simple concern really restrain the ever-growing number of evil ghosts gathering around him?

"Of course I can!"

A matronly, wholesome smile spread across the Godweaver Head's face, sticky tentacles caressing her cheeks, looking like a proud mother watching her foolish son succeed.

Her crimson tongue licked her lip, and her vast shadow cast down, making the evil spirit tremble and quake with fear.

She separated off one thin tentacle, held a kitchen knife, and said:

"Good daughter, come and watch closely, learn well, learn more from Mother, so that when you want to eat some delicious, impurity-free souls in the future, you'll know how to handle them, hehehe—"

Little One immediately waddled over with sparkling curiosity, looking like an adorable little baby.

That was pure, almost unadulterated evil.

For Little One, who had essentially been born and raised in this hell, these values were as natural as eating people—something done habitually for three thousand years.

"No! No! No!! Don't come any closer!!"

Seeing the approaching, enormous venomous shadow, the evil spirit finally let out a harrowing, despairing scream.

……

One hour later.

[Ping! You learned Soul Separation technique. Your Soul Separation skill is now Beginner level.]

[Ping! Your Soul Separation skill +1]

Alongside the system notifications chiming in his ear,

Lynn, curious like Little One, watched from the side and surreptitiously copied the Godweaver Head's exquisite technique into his notebook.

After all, this kind of thing might come in handy later.

If you can learn a bit, you should learn a bit.

Click—

With the final, agonizing shriek of the evil spirit, the separated tentacle slowly withdrew from the creature's eyes, nose, and mouth, and rivulets of blood flowed from the body's seven orifices.

The Godweaver Head licked her lips viciously and said, "Just as you said, I found within the composition of at least a hundred and one evil spirits a faint soul aura closely linked to this body."

"But it's shattered severely, and it has been assimilated by those evil spirits for a very long time. Wanting to reassemble and revive it is basically impossible. This isn't something that strength alone can fix."

At those words, Miaomiao's expression visibly dimmed.

But she understood.

Her brother's destruction had long been decided; she had never truly held out hope that he could come back to life, only...

only a minuscule sliver of hope remained.

Lynn said nothing, instead gazing seriously at Miaomiao in his arms, then softly:

"But at least, we can see him one more time, right?"

Miaomiao blinked.

She lifted her head and looked at Lynn's cheek, her eyes growing sad.

She didn't know what to say.

Because Master had already done so much.

Whether it was risking everything on the Leviathan to investigate his parents' whereabouts, or snatching her brother's body back from that Plague Doctor at the risk of dying, he really... had no reason to keep sacrificing for her.

She no longer dared to ask for much.

She only knew the debt she owed Master could never be repaid in this life.

She could only use her body...

No.

Use her soul and body...

No!

Stop thinking about lewd things with Master, meow! There are so many pretty girls around Master; if you don't work hard to learn some serving poses... some skills of service, you, this stupid damned cat, how could you possibly make Master like you?!

Panicking, her sharp little claws reflexively reached out and scraped at the air beside her like shifting gears; the claws extended with a sharp prickle.

Prickle—

Alice, who had been standing behind them the whole time, suddenly saw Lynn's body stiffen, his posture snap straight, every hair on his body rising.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Alice asked, worried and curious.

Lynn pressed his forehead and said, "It's nothing, a stress reflex, I'm fine."

Alice: "(O_O)?"

What Lynn didn't notice was the Godweaver Head's eyes narrowing slightly, thoughtful.

"Master, what are you going to do? Brother is already... shattered."

Miaomiao looked up blankly, propping Lynn's chin.

Indeed.

Although that terrible head had separated a piece out, his body was already smashed to bits. Bits of rubble cannot be restored.

A faint smile curled at the corner of Lynn's mouth, a comforting expression forming on his face, and he slowly said:

"It's okay."

"Maybe others can't do it, but for Master, this isn't that difficult. Even if it only lasts a short time, it can at least let him be whole again..."

"Aren't those just... memories the past refuses to recall..."

In an instant,

Lynn slowly extended his hand toward the space between the brow of that corpse.

A faint silver light shimmered across his fingertips.

At the sight of this, the Godweaver Head's gaze suddenly turned urgent; she instinctively wrapped her tentacles tightly around Little One, her eyes brightening with excitement once more.

Old days... lingering memories...

Is that so?