Chapter 3: Choosing Sacrifice, I Can't Be That Depraved, Right?

With the subtitle's prompt, some knowledge about blood sacrifice was sneaking into Feng Mu's mind.

Qiyi, bloody, mad!

Feng Mu shivered uncontrollably, smacking his lips: "The fearless and madman refers to one who draws the altar with their own blood; the cowardly yet ruthless beast refers to one who drains another's blood to draw the altar."

"Two choices will generate different rewards 3, but the reward results are now question marks, so I can only blindly bet."

Feng Mu's cultural scores were average, and he wasn't sure if his reading comprehension was the correct answer, but it should be roughly right.

"So, should I choose person or beast?"

"Logically speaking, sacrificing with another's blood should feel more comfortable~"

"But I don't have anyone in particular I want to kill; I can't just randomly choose a target, right? I'm not that depraved, am I?"

Having decided to carry out 【Death Sacrifice】, Feng Mu's thoughts and morals uncontrollably slid toward the edge of sin.

Feng Mu walked while struggling internally: to be human or to be a beast, that is the question.

10 minutes later.

Feng Mu walked into the bike shed, staring at his beloved bike he had ridden for three years, staring blankly.

"Person or beast aside, I still need to swallow a jin of iron first; uh, isn't a bicycle ready-made ingredients? So, which part's meat texture would be easier to swallow?"

Feng Mu examined the bicycle more carefully than ever before, his gaze gradually becoming perverted.

The bearing chain's meat is too greasy, the frame bone is too hard to chew, the brake lever is a bit rusted and spoiled, the spokes are too sharp and easily get stuck in the throat.

Bicycle: "???"

30 minutes later.

The hardworking bicycle, creaking, carried Feng Mu to the Hardware Store's gate.

Feng Mu walked into the Hardware Store; the bicycle parked at the gate swayed in the wind, making a trembling sound.

Feng Mu felt he wasn't entering a Hardware Store, but a gourmet restaurant; the shelves didn't hold cold metal items, but all kinds of delicious delicacies.

Feng Mu excitedly blurted out: "Boss, which texture is best?"

The middle-aged bald boss doubted his ears were hallucinating: "What?"

Feng Mu quickly corrected: "The smallest kind, round and smooth, without edges, do you have iron products like that?"

The bald boss hesitantly took out a handful of iron beads from the cabinet, asking uncertainly: "This kind?"

Feng Mu's eyes lit up instantly, delighted: "Good, this kind, won't hurt the teeth... cough, won't hurt the hand."

The bald boss hesitated: "How many?"

Feng Mu: "Please weigh one jin for me."

The bald boss was stunned; it was his first time seeing a customer buy things by weight.

While waiting for the boss to weigh them, Feng Mu also ghostly pulled out a Horn Hammer from the shelf; the hammer wasn't long, just right to hide in a sleeve.

The bald boss only felt this customer was strange, but couldn't be bothered to think more; he took the money, wrapped the items in a black plastic bag, and handed it over.

Feng Mu, satisfied, lifted the bag, put it into his schoolbag, mounted the bicycle that had saved his life, and vanished like the wind.

It took half an hour to get there, but only 20 minutes to return; the wind whistled, the roar of his beloved bike venting its anger beneath him.

Feng Mu parked the bicycle back in the shed, didn't return to the Classroom, but wandered alone around the School.

"Iron is ready, still need blood!" Feng Mu muttered.

He still hadn't decided whether to use his own blood or another's, but that didn't stop him from hiding a weapon in his sleeve in advance, and he would ghostly drill into some hidden corners of the Campus.

When he found no lone students in those corners, Feng Mu felt both disappointed and relieved.

After several times, round and round, until after School, when the Campus was completely empty, Feng Mu dragged his exhausted body out from a grass clump.

Actually, he had encountered two opportunities.

One was a girl thin as a hemp stalk, crying in a wall corner, looking crushed by Fate, pitiful; Feng Mu couldn't bring himself to strike.

The other had a face full of horizontal flesh, not kind, looking like a villain deserving death to uphold the Dao; his muscles were like iron lumps, obviously his Martial Dao results were not bad, but Feng Mu had nowhere to strike.

"Damn, not killing once, I didn't know killing was so hard!"

Feng Mu's arm holding the Horn Hammer was numb; his dry lips were bitten until they bled.

"Forget it, better to rely on oneself than others; since I have to swallow iron anyway, bleeding doesn't matter; anyway, if the Ritual fails, I can't be saved!"

Feng Mu licked the blood in his mouth, his eyes showing determination and madness; he turned and walked toward the Abandoned Warehouse behind the teaching building.

The Abandoned Warehouse used to be a Martial Dao Hall; a few years ago a big fire broke out, said to have burned several students to death.

After the School built a new Martial Dao Hall, it was converted into a warehouse for storing miscellaneous items, and later completely abandoned, rarely visited.

To hold an evil sacrifice Ritual, it was simply perfect.

The warehouse was locked, but that didn't stop Feng Mu; he skillfully went around to the back, climbed a tree to the second floor, found a gray ventilation Chuang Hu, and with clever force pried at the edge; the window latch loosened.

Feng Mu pushed open the Chuang Hu, slipped in crouched, and carefully latched the Chuang Hu again.

The warehouse was dark; corners held piles of miscellaneous items, with a damp musty smell; the walls had been repainted white, but the cracked Wall Corner and tiles still faintly showed traces of the fire.

Some traces can be hidden, but are destined never to be erased.

Like the fire, like the scar on his Wrist.

Feng Mu used his phone light to look; the cluttered irregular miscellaneous items seemed piled into a Labyrinth; some passages were interconnected, some were Dead End Alleys.

Feng Mu followed the images remaining in his Memory, turning east and west all the way, entering the deepest part, squeezing into a Wooden Rack by the Wall Corner, then squeezing in another 5 meters.

Suddenly spacious, it was a compartment blocked by a Wooden Rack.

Still a storage room, still piled with miscellaneous items, but because the door frame was too narrow, large things couldn't be moved in; inside there was an empty space.

About five or six square meters, enough to hold a simple sacrifice, or to lie an unclaimed Corpse.

"I thought I would absolutely never come here again; unexpectedly, Fate has turned me back."

Feng Mu's face showed Emotion; he stepped forward two steps, slowly sat down, and naturally leaned against the cold Wall Corner according to the posture in his Memory.

His Right Hand groped on the ground for a moment, and indeed found a blade, with wind-dried blood congealed on it.

That was his blood!

More accurately, it was the original owner's blood.

Three years ago, the original owner slit his wrists and died here, and he opened his eyes; three years later, he chose to slit his wrists here as well.

Feng Mu did not seek death; he sought life, seeking a new life of Blood and Iron.

【Blood and Iron: You must bathe in blood and iron, complete a Death Sacrifice, to demonstrate your determination and rebirth.

Completion reward: 1, Activate

2, Inherit Iron Eater

3,??

The sacrificial ritual is as follows: Eat Iron one jin of raw iron, use fresh blood to draw the pattern of Fate.】

(PS: Those who are fearless and mad, bathe in their own blood to be reborn; beasts that are cowardly yet vicious, swallow the blood of their own kind to return to life. Different choices forge different Fates!)

Feng Mu took a deep breath, his fingers gripping the blade turning white, then aligned with the scar on his wrist, overlapping the position, and slit it open with one stroke.

The old scar was cut open, blood gushed out, dyeing the blackened blade with fresh color once more.

Throwing away the blade, Feng Mu quickly grabbed the small Iron Beads and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowing them whole while intermittently reciting the Qiyi sacrificial text.

That sacrificial text was deeply imprinted in his Nao Hai; as he chanted, it seemed an indescribable power descended upon this cramped space, drawing the blood to sketch evil patterns on the ground.

Feng Mu felt his Yanyi gradually growing heavy; he forced his eyes open, but deep in his heart there was now less fear and Anxiety, only cold calm.

He even joked to himself: "When I open my eyes again, I'd better still be me, don't open my eyes and find another transmigrator has taken over the body, that would be funny~"

【Detection: Activation mission has begun!】

【Blood and Iron completing...】

【1%, 2%, 3%17%, 18%, 19……32%, 33%, 34%】

Chapter End