Chapter 404: Eat Clean? The Life-Stealing Calamity Mirror

Feng Yuhuai's throat was dry, her gaze continuing to wander, taking in the vast multitude of students, parents, and spectators.

There were classmates holding banners, their vivid colors exceptionally eye-catching in the crowd;

There were parents laughing heartily, their faces brimming with pride and joy;

There was a woman biting a straw, looking comfortable and relaxed;

There was a man crouching on the curb, silently watching everything on the platform...

These scenes were like rapidly flipping slides, flashing past her eyes at high speed.

Feng Yuhuai felt as if every single person was staring straight at her, their eyes seemingly hiding all sorts of emotions and secrets.

However, she was trapped on the platform, unable to see anyone's true face clearly.

She still stood on the high platform, under these bright and dazzling spotlights, basking in the glory of being the center of attention.

Suddenly, a strong sense of fear welled up from the bottom of her heart, engulfing her like a tide.

Feng Yuhuai actually felt she was standing on the edge of a ten-thousand-zhang cliff, while those countless pairs of eyes below were like countless invisible hands, cold and damp, carrying an incomparably real tactile sensation, wantonly groping over her body.

Every touch was like sharp needles stabbing her nerves, causing endless chill to surge in her heart.

Feng Yuhuai only felt she was about to be devoured by this endless fear and confusion; her mind seemed to have ten thousand needles piercing it, painful to the point of splitting.

She felt she was about to go mad, her skull seeming ready to split open from within.

Her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, sliding down her cheeks, dripping from her chin onto the platform.

Her lips trembled, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, making a "click-click" sound.

Hungry,

She was so hungry,

She didn't want to stand on the platform anymore; she only wanted to leap down, jump into the vast sea of people.

Then, eat clean every single one of those people below she couldn't see the faces of, who made her afraid...

The Wild Beast sat on the curb, mouth slightly closed, Adam's apple wriggling, emitting from his nasal cavity a frequency human ears cannot receive.

This frequency stimulates animals to return to their bestial instincts.

And maintaining the sense of hunger is precisely the most primitive and irresistible instinct of the beast nature.

"She can indeed hear it, but that's not strange either; the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice's hunger and desire to eat are ten thousand times stronger than beasts."

Red Dragonfly's milk tea was already finished; she was simply biting the straw.

The emcee unknowingly walked to below the platform, head lowered, eyes half-closed revealing dead white, muttering in a low voice:

"Willpower is more resilient than imagined; she might still need a bit of fresh blood's stimulation."

Red Dragonfly said indifferently: "Leave it to me."

She threw away the empty milk tea cup, her tongue curling to swallow the straw into her mouth, chewing it like chewing gum as she squeezed through the crowd, walking toward the back of Zhou Hu.

Zhou Hu was completely unaware; he tilted his head looking up at the platform, his face suddenly darkening.

He recognized her; that female student on the platform seemed to be Feng Mu's younger sister.

He looked up at the light screen, which just happened to be playing the two contestants' information — Feng Yuhuai vs Qian Duoyu.

"That's right, it's Feng Mu's younger sister."

Zhou Hu lowered his head, took out his phone, and with a gloomy face dialed a call.

At the base of the campus outer wall, the bald man indifferently took out his phone and answered the call.

"Hello, you're too slow. Let me tell you, Feng Yuhuai is at No. 8 Middle School right now, hurry up..."

The bald man patiently waited for Zhou Hu to finish, then a cruel smile appeared on his face:

"I know, don't rush. My people are already in the school, hehe—"

Zhou Hu froze for a moment, hung up the phone, subconsciously looked around, and his peripheral vision caught sight of a sexy woman walking slowly toward him.

And not far from Zhou Hu, the plainly dressed youth Luo Ji was looking up, his gaze burning as he stared at the platform, his eyes flickering with a complex, inexplicable luster.

Four days ago, the Nine Districts' Hidden Gate was fully repaired; he received notice and followed a new batch of the Vanguard Team into the Hidden Gate again.

Vanguard Team is the official name; privately, they call themselves the Suicide Squad.

Their task is to enter the Hidden Gate to open vision, because the physical rules behind every Hidden Gate are different, and many high-tech equipment and methods are ineffective.

In game terms, the worlds behind Hidden Gates are all shrouded in "War Fog".

The first step of pioneering is to go open vision, using the most primitive means — fresh blood and death — to mark dangerous areas on the map.

The Vanguard Team undertakes this part of the task, paving a path with their own corpses.

After the Vanguard Team's corpses pave out a road, the main force Investigation Corps enters like vultures, using special anti-interference instruments to draw the map bit by bit, and formulate formal pioneering strategies.

And this time after the Vanguard Team entered the Hidden Gate, the pioneering area they reached was a gigantic White Bone Gong Dian.

Those bones were not ordinary white bones, but the remains of some unknown creature — every single one gleamed with a metallic luster, their surfaces covered in dense runes.

The palace's dome was spliced from countless vertebrae, the archway formed of ribs towered a hundred meters, the air permeated with the fragrance of Blood and Iron.

Like the smell of rotting fertilizer flowers mixed with iron rust, every breath made one's heart tremble with fear.

The process of opening the map was a narrow escape from death; Luo Ji did not wish to recall those details.

He only remembered his teammates' screams rising and falling in the palace; some were swallowed by suddenly moving bone walls, some pierced through by bone spikes stabbing out of the ground, and some choked to death by bone dust suddenly condensing in the air.

In short, the outcome was that of the 741-person Vanguard Team, only 61 survived. And in Luo Ji's squad, of 10 people only he alone survived.

His survival relied entirely on the ability bestowed by the "Lord" — shaping and controlling bones.

Those bone spikes protruding from his body unexpectedly pierced through the bodies of several "teammates".

When their fresh blood stained his bones red, when their gazes went from shock to resentment, finally freezing into dead gray, he lived on.

And he used blood-stained bones to cover his whole body, nearly identical to the white bone monsters that suddenly crawled up from the ground to kill in the palace.

Then, he was accepted by that palace, and he walked out alive...

Luo Ji blinked his dry eyes, as if doing so could drive the nightmare-like memories from his mind.

His hand plunged into his pocket, the palm lines splitting open in a strange way to reveal a bronze ancient mirror the size of a palm.

This mirror could strangely merge with flesh and blood; it was precisely because of this ability that he had evaded the Investigation Corps' security check and brought it out of the Hidden Gate.

At this moment, the mirror warmed slightly in his palm, as if urging him to use it as soon as possible.

"Fate-Stealing Calamity Mirror."

Luo Ji murmured a name in a low voice, gazing at the "Heaven's Pride Ones" on the Platform/Ring under everyone's attention with eyes burning and complex, his throat dry as he said:

"Whom should I steal fate from?"

End of Chapter