This is the best-looking silver gradient she has ever seen, exactly like the incarnation of Mika.
"Miwu!" It was very uncomfortable with its current situation and ran away in a hurry, leaving little blood stains on the beach. Several soldiers chased it desperately to prevent it from disturbing Noriko Honma's safety.
Falosa watched all this coldly.
Like a witch who is afraid of being exposed, she wears a dark brown linen cloak, covering half of her face, leaving only a pair of slender and mysterious eyes.
According to her instructions, all the things she asked for have been prepared in the room, all made by Xisheng, and covered with the Chinese character "Xisheng" in pale golden cursive artistic calligraphy, which has a unique charm.
Ignoring all the noise outside, she took off her veil and put on makeup in front of the mirror. Those luxurious cosmetics made her face look brand new. Her body exuded a coveted fragrance, and her face in the mirror was also extremely beautiful.
This is the object that matches her, because today Falosa provides the most wonderful services in the world: resurrection from the dead, immortality, eternal life. These are priceless treasures.
However, Falosa needs not only money, but also strength and wisdom. She hopes that she will be the only extraordinary person left in the world so that she can control this extraordinary power alone.
But it will take a long time to achieve that goal.
Her ambitions were so swollen that she walked out step by step.
She stepped barefoot on the beach. This is the world's first artificial beach. All the gravel is not natural, but made of smooth and delicate micro-beads. There is no risk of slipping and it is perfectly safe.
Even the tides are restricted by machines, struggling to breathe hundreds of meters away, expelled by breakwaters, barriers and tide-shielding machines.
She was stepping on the future. Farosha looked down at her toes. It was their honor.
"Is there anything else you need?" Noriko Honma was sitting in the life support device, speaking through a translucent partition. The advanced sampling equipment made her voice not distorted at all, as if she were standing next to Falosa.
"I don't have anything else that I need," Falosa said, "but you have made a lot of preparations."
"...It's all necessary..." Noriko Honma whispered.
"You brought me a cat," Falosa said.
"Ye Zi made a mistake." Noriko Honma looked at Falosa, "Or you know something."
"The cat scratched me."
"Need medical attention?"
"I'm not getting tested," Falosa said.
Noriko Honma is sitting on a white medical chair, with a total of 32 white tubes inserted into her body, connected to highly sophisticated health monitoring equipment, recording the real-time status of each organ in her body, with red and blue numbers beating repeatedly.
It symbolizes her extremely unbalanced physical condition at this time.
Falosa saw Noriko Honma stop talking because Yanagawa Fumihiko was not there. She looked around and set up a cordon outside the agreed place. Hundreds of guns were aimed at her body. Once Noriko Honma encountered
If something unexpected happens, or any order issued by Noriko Honma and Fumihiko Yanagawa, Falosa will die.
They only allowed Falosa to come alone to minimize the risk.
She observed the medical fortress built by Noriko Honma. What a solid facility it was. Even if everyone outside was slaughtered, it would be impossible to use violence to open the medical cabin. Noriko Honma was sitting in the safest place in the world.
The place.
Yanagawa Fumihiko returned from hiking.
"Where's the cat?" Noriko Honma asked.
"Harmless treatment." Yanagawa Fumihiko said, "There are still leaves, which are locked up."
"..." Noriko Honma closed her eyes and waited for the ceremony to arrive.
The wind blows.
A seagull was silently shot and died on the sea 2 kilometers away.
Falosa sat at the door of the hut, waiting patiently. This was not the first time she faced such a severe and critical situation. The last time she faced was the god himself, a god with boundless power and wisdom.
But she had a god-killing weapon at hand at that time.
Now she has very few things. Except for the star crystal, everything is a harmless product provided by Xisheng. The only thing she can trust is Sanae Yamano hanging on her waist, which she hides in a leather water bag. Fortunately
The inspector did not ask Falosa to take a sip.
The time has come.
As the sun pierced the clouds, Farosha turned to the ritual table.
Yanagawa Fumihiko prepared all the props required by Falosa, including 1 ceremonial knife, 1 star crystal, 3 plantains, 3 yarrows, 1 pair of gryphon beaks, 1 rare dragon scale, and
Other very high-quality grinding and extraction tools are all high-end industrial products, and their accuracy and efficiency are far better than those of medieval hand grinding.
"You have drunk so many spices," Falosa started to operate, while looking at Noriko Honma in the medical cabin, "They made your bloodline more...durable and longevity. When the ceremony is successful, you will
Get another 100 years of life."
"Is the success rate high?"
"I read the stories of the queens," Falosa said. "They did such things in ancient times. I know what the reaction will be. You just need to listen to me."
"No matter what you want, I will give it to you." Noriko Honma said softly.
"Thank you," Falosa said, "Actually, I like you very much. You have understood the essence: everything we do is to pursue longevity."
"I could have accepted death calmly." Noriko Honma whispered, "But when I was middle-aged, a death row prisoner once said in front of me: 'Actually, I don't envy the rich very much, because I know that they and
I will die all the same'. At that time, I had a strong desire to correct this wrong understanding."
"It's almost done," Falosa said.
She ground the herbs into powder and chanted a miracle. Many different patterns and traces appeared in the air. The potion would soon be prepared.
Noriko Honma closed her eyes.
She used a secret technology, and the machine behind her was able to read her brain waves and convert them into text.
"Seven seals told me that the liar Mika has died a long time ago, so we can't meet him on the beach at all." She sent a message to Yanagawa Fumihiko.
"Yes. It's the same now. We met an ordinary cat." Yanagawa Fumihiko admitted, "Zi Zi sent it. The role she played in these things is very puzzling, dear madam."
"Seven Seals will only recognize us as members when 'Xisheng' is a united whole," said Noriko Honma. "They will expel unqualified ones at any time."
"Without you, it would only be a matter of time before we fall behind the Seven Seals. So I sincerely wish you longevity."
"If anything happens to me, or if I show signs of mental disorder or being controlled by others, please raze Anjiu City to the ground."
"Yes." Yanagawa Fumihiko agreed.
Falosa finished assembling the potion.
"It's ready." She poured the extracted potion liquid into the glass bottle.
The sunlight shines through the cloud-patterned glass, and it is as charming as a dream, as if someone had bent and folded a corner of the universe and put it into the quarter of a liter of liquid in the bottle.
"Okay?" Noriko Honma's voice was trembling.
"You can come out and drink." Farosha said calmly.
"I'm looking at you." Yanagawa Fumihiko said.
"I know." Falosa put her hands behind her back. She faced the sea and looked at the rising sun, leaving her back free of bullets and swords.
Once the glass hatch of the medical and health facility is opened, Noriko Homma's lifespan will count down. She will not survive for more than an hour or two in front of this despicable and crude outside world.
Noriko Honma glanced at Yanagawa Fumihiko, his body shook violently, then nodded slowly, walked to the life-support device in person, pressed the safety button on the side, and entered the password.
The airtight device released the air, making a lot of noise, and the glass hatch rose upwards.
Yanagawa Fumihiko gently helped Noriko Honma out of her medical chair. Noriko Honma just shook her head and walked out of the hatch alone. The monitoring probe and medical coating peeled off her body, like a baby cutting its umbilical cord.
She walked to the artificial beach. The air here had been cleaned as much as possible, and a translucent glass canopy was even built to maintain a low-bacteria environment as much as possible.
Life and death are direct at this moment.
Noriko Honma looked at Falosa's back, so mysterious and unpredictable. The thousand-word occult manuscript she wrote convinced Noriko Honma, an ancient witch from thousands of years ago, gifted by the gods of the Near East, Kyoto Infinity and the Lighthouse Core The fight for it was interrupted by the intervention of Blackfire Innovation, but now he was brave enough to come to him and propose such a god-given opportunity for himself.
So much money, so much manpower and material resources, must be made worthwhile.
She is the greatest investor corporateism has ever seen.
Now she invests in her future.
Noriko Honma picked up the potion and drank it in one gulp.