Chapter 425: Son of Destiny?!!

Zhou Hu sprinted along with the crowd, about to burst out the campus gate, when he suddenly slammed on the brakes, grinding his footsteps to a halt.

At the campus gate, two monsters vaulted high over everyone's heads and slammed into the ground like two small hills, blocking the way.

Their arms were like giant scythes; as they swung, they stirred up a mist of blood, instantly tearing the few people at the very front to shreds.

Zhou Hu's face changed drastically; without the slightest hesitation he spun around and charged toward the dormitory building next to him.

Amid the chaotic crowd, some quick-reacting people followed close behind, surging into the dormitory building one after another.

Zhou Hu ran all the way, shoved open a dorm room door, and hurriedly ducked inside.

He had just moved to close the door when he discovered several people behind him also trying to squeeze in.

"Scram, don't hide in the same place as me!

" Zhou Hu roared in anger, his gaze fierce as if he wanted to eat someone.

When avoiding monsters, the biggest taboo is clustering in a group; that's equivalent to laying out a pile of food on a table — simply inviting the monsters to dine.

The few men were frightened by Zhou Hu's ferocious appearance and hastily backed away, turning to search for other dorm rooms to hide in.

Zhou Hu let out a breath of relief, about to close the door, but unexpectedly a slender figure squeezed in through the door crack.

That waist was supple as a snake, movements so agile they caught one off guard.

"You..." Zhou Hu's face darkened in an instant.

It was the red-clad woman who had been following behind him just now.

Actually, if this were a normal Martial Arts Joint Examination scene, Zhou Hu would be extremely willing to have something happen with this woman who exuded a seductive aura all over.

Her figure was curvaceous, her brows and eyes carried a bewitching charm, enough to make any man's heart stir.

But right now, the monsters outside left him with zero interest.

His nerves were stretched tight as a fully drawn bowstring, liable to snap at any moment.

He extended his thick large hand toward the woman's neck, intending to shove her out the door.

However, the woman neither dodged nor evaded; her back heel lightly kicked, and the door locked with a "click."

She let Zhou Hu clamp his hand around her throat, yet her face showed not the slightest fear — instead she curled a dangerous smile.

The next second, her mouth suddenly opened, emitting not a scream or plea but a mouthful of viscous liquid chewed to a paste, with faintly visible fragments of a milk tea straw.

The liquid carried a cloying milk tea scent, yet the moment it touched him Zhou Hu felt his face skin as if corroded by strong acid, a searing pain drilling straight into his heart.

The instant the slime contacted skin, it erupted with a sizzling corrosion sound.

The fine hairs on Zhou Hu's right cheek instantly carbonized into black residue.

Zhou Hu started violently, hurriedly releasing his grip and retreating.

He instinctively raised a hand to wipe his face, and his palm was also corroded by the slime.

He clawed at his face in terror, only to see that what came away between his fingers was not skin but half-melted gelatinous matter.

And the parts of his palm stained with slime were as if gnawed by ten thousand flesh-eating ants; skin and flesh peeled back in layers, revealing faintly fluorescent stark-white metacarpals.

The rotting wounds continuously oozed yellow-green pus; every drop hitting the ground puffed up pungent white smoke, and the cement ground was actually etched into honeycombed depressions.

"Th-this... what is this thing?!"

Zhou Hu let out an enraged roar; enduring the agony, he extended his rotting large hand and grabbed for the woman's head.

"Tell me, does this look like you got licked by those monsters outside?"

Red Dragonfly spoke as if asking and answering, her tone carrying a morbid delight.

Her mouth opened again, emitting a strange "hiss—" sound.

Zhou Hu only felt his vision blur, and his neck suddenly tightened as if something had wound around it dead tight.

He lowered his head and instantly discovered in horror that a section of bizarre tongue was tightly coiled around his neck.

That tongue bore a faint fluorescence, its color identical to the corroded wound on his hand, as if carrying some deadly toxicity.

"Shh, quiet, I'm listening to the Officiant tell a story; the story's just reached the moment of revelation."

Red Dragonfly's tongue trembled lightly, emitting a soul-hooking voice.

"Who are you, who's the Officiant, what story, the words on your tongue — how come I don't understand a single one?"

Zhou Hu realized he had run into a lunatic even more dangerous than the monsters outside.

Zhou Hu's breathing became difficult; the tongue on his neck coiled tighter and tighter, fluorescent slime beginning to erode his skin, and the circulation of Qi and Blood throughout his body grew sluggish.

He could feel his throat burning, the "sizzle" of flesh being corroded clearly audible by his ears.

His hands feebly clawed at his neck, trying to pull the tongue free, but his rotting palms the moment they touched it were corroded even more severely.

His eyes began to roll back; the last words he heard before falling into darkness were:

"No rush, wait till I hear the answer, then I'll help you... find release!"

The Officiant's voice echoed faintly in the communication channel:

"... So, he wasn't parasitized by five Evil Sacrifices; rather, he raised five Evil Sacrifices!!!"

Wild Beast's reading comprehension has never been too good; he still listened in a fog, but to avoid looking too stupid he feigned depth and gave a "hmph."

Red Dragonfly slurped her saliva and asked without shame:

"Is there a difference?"

The bald male Captain understood; he explained on the Officiant's behalf:

"Evil Sacrifice parasitism waits for the host to mature, then eats the host's soul from within and possesses the body; whereas raising Evil Sacrifices is..."

Speaking here, the bald male Captain paused, still feeling the Officiant's deduction was too shockingly outrageous.

He hesitated a moment, then continued:

"It means waiting for the Evil Sacrifices to mature, then... eating the Evil Sacrifices?!!"

Wild Beast's mouth exaggeratedly gaped into an "O"; this analogy he finally understood, and his heart shook incomparably:

"This four-eyed bastard who dares to impersonate 【Destiny】, using language to deceive women, is actually doing something this crazy?!"

Red Dragonfly widened her beautiful eyes; this was absolutely the craziest answer she had heard all year.

She subconsciously swallowed her tongue hard, and a sound like a ball dropping to the ground rang out before her eyes — a round, rolling head tumbled to her feet; she even forgot to stop it.

Red Dragonfly asked curiously:

"How did he do it? I mean, how did he catch five Evil Festivals and even raise them inside his body — is something like that really possible?"

The bald male Captain was equally baffled; those were five Evil Festivals, not five Evil Festival Parasites.

Never mind how difficult it is to capture a single Evil Festival alive — just the fact that this person ran into five Evil Festivals, what the hell kind of heaven-defying luck is that?

He's practically 【Destiny】's own son!

The Master of Ceremonies shook his head and said:

"I don't know how he did it, but my eyes absolutely would not be mistaken, and moreover, raising and devouring Evil Festivals — that is indeed possible.

Because, when I was originally bestowed these eyes, the bastard who performed the eye transplant surgery on me even specially mentioned it to me…"

(End of Chapter)