The Pinnacle Of Life

The dust all over the stone house outside had experienced countless years of precipitation. The interior of the stone house was spotless as if time had frozen yesterday. The interior was very simple with a set of a table and chairs as well as a bed.

What Alex and the others saw was a lady dressed in red lying on the bed… The lady, who looked about thirty years old, had fair, lustrous, and delicate skin and a full head of hair with a tall and graceful figure. Even when she was lying down, her stunningly curvy figure still could be seen.

What surprised Alex the most was that the lady was wearing the unique female outfit of America, the folk dress.

A bright red folk dress with an inlay of gold trim on it and a pair of long snow-white legs was fully visible before them. A red rope was tied to the ankle of her left foot.

Such a dress-up gave Alex a kind of misconception… Could it be that the person before him came from the Wasteland?

Who the heck was she? Why was she lying here?

“Is she… Dead?” The old pig looked at the woman on the bed. “She makes my hair stand on end somehow.”

Alex glanced at it. “You’re hairless, okay?”

The old pig replied, “That’s because you’ve never seen me with grown hair.”

all your hair

lazy to be bothered

around for a while had much decreased the tense atmosphere. The Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens nodded. “She’s dead, but she should have been very powerful when she was

“Why do I

Mystic Maiden pointed at the red rope on the lady’s small calf. “This rope is of great origin. If you

old pig’s eyes gleamed. “What treasure is

Mystic Maiden said, “Old Moon’s

“What?!”

item. Was

Maiden asked him to try it without touching

he was flung away, crashing

his defense had not been strong enough, he would have been shocked to death this

force field next to her!” Alex said as he got up and wiped a handful of blood from the corner

domain of the strong. It won’t dissipate after

want to try it anymore.

Mystic Maiden was a troll who cared about trolling him without being of any help. The Mystic Maiden helplessly looked

“No, no, no. I can’t. I’m a pig. I only have feet