Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 3289: Was This the Ordinance of Space?

The matter was settled. Le Qing, who had harbored the delusion that he could upend heaven and earth through the strength of a formation, was wiped from existence.

The malevolent energy and the wailing souls were likewise removed, ensuring no significant lasting damage would affect this plane.

The entire mess had been tidied up thoroughly.

Silence hung heavy as no one present dared to utter a word. The school doctor uncle tread upon the air itself. With a single casual stride, he appeared to traverse a massive distance, his silhouette vanishing into nothingness in a heartbeat.

Ning Shu kept her eyes on his departing figure. A single step spanning a thousand miles—was this the profound ordinance of space?

Shifting her attention away, Ning Shu glanced toward Mei Ziqing. The woman sat on the earth devoid of spirit, her gaze hollow and unblinking, resembling nothing more than a lifeless puppet.

It appeared as though her very soul had departed from her physical form.

Ning Shu cleared her throat softly and gave her a slight nudge. Mei Ziqing’s neck turned stiffly, her vacant eyes coming to rest on Ning Shu.

The question ‘Are you okay?’ died in Ning Shu’s throat.

Crossbow Lar and Dagger Mu could only stare, stunned by the rapid progression of events.

Their thoughts were a chaotic jumble. How could any of this be explained? Who was that mysterious man dressed in the black windbreaker?

Lar caught sight of Ning Shu’s exposed back. The skin was a mess of shredded flesh and blood, littered with embedded twigs and pebbles. Approaching her, he remarked, “Those wounds need treatment.”

Ning Shu twisted her head to inspect her back before nodding. “Very well.”

Lar began meticulously picking out the debris trapped within her skin.

Dagger Mu reached out and abruptly ripped out a jagged stone.

A cry of agony escaped Ning Shu, who immediately turned and planted a kick on Dagger Mu. “Scram! Don’t you dare touch me.”

Sent tumbling by the kick, Dagger Mu rolled across the dirt twice, clutching a sharp, blood-stained stone the size of a pinky finger. “Heh, you deserved that.”

He brandished the crimson stone toward Lar. “Just one lick of this and you’ll drop dead. Then you’ll finally be free. You won’t have to serve this savage woman anymore.”

“Get lost…” Ning Shu aimed another kick in his direction.

Lar continued to carefully extract the remaining fragments from her injuries. However, Ning Shu’s entire back was already a map of severe abrasions.

Producing a medicinal potion, Lar spoke to Ning Shu as she lay prone, “This is going to sting. Try to endure it.”

“Oh, it’s fine—gah, damn, that hurts!” Ning Shu shrieked. The sensation was like having chili water scrubbed into her raw flesh. Was this actually supposed to be medicine?

Lar pulled some spare clothes from his person and handed them to Ning Shu, as her own attire had been reduced to tattered rags.

After changing, Ning Shu looked back at Mei Ziqing—she remained hollow and still, like a wooden statue of a bodhisattva.

What was the next move?

She felt completely at a loss!

Mei Ziqing sat motionless from the break of day until nightfall, a sight that made Ning Shu’s skin crawl with unease.

Lar fetched some dry rations and water, offering them to Ning Shu. “You should eat.”

Ning Shu nodded, chewing on the dry food and sipping water while her eyes remained fixed on the catatonic Mei Ziqing.

Once she finished, she set some food and water down beside the woman. “Please, eat something.”

Mei Ziqing gave no sign of hearing her.

Ning Shu didn't take offense. It was obvious that Mei Ziqing had not yet processed the trauma of Le Qing’s absolute erasure.

She had retreated into a shell of isolation.

As long as a task-taker avoided elimination, they were essentially immortal. Throughout their endless lifespans, they became accustomed to the presence of their companions. Now, that person had suddenly ceased to exist.

To be honest, Mei Ziqing’s current state—refusing food, water, tears, or even rage—was somewhat terrifying.

Ning Shu took a seat next to her. “Eat something.”

There was no response from Mei Ziqing.