Chapter 441

Zuo Bai stood in place, the gaze behind his lenses cold and indifferent.

He watched Feng Yuhuai being continuously gnawed on by the Beautiful Spider, watched the terror and despair on her face, and an indescribable pleasure surged in his heart.

Although today's performance did not strictly follow the plan, the final result was still good — science ultimately triumphed over the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice!

"A good Curse of the Evil Sacrifice should be lying on the experiment table."

Zuo Bai lightly pushed his glasses frame with his finger, preparing to announce the concluding statement for this experiment, a habit cultivated over many years of scientific research.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted; he discovered with shock and doubt that the expression on Feng Yuhuai's face froze for a second, and the fearful begging sounds by his ear also cut off for a second.

This scene was like a drama playing out wonderfully, forcibly paused for one second by some indescribable, extremely bizarre power.

The whole world seemed to fall into a deathly silence; even the Beautiful Spider seemed to sense something was wrong, its five tongues stopped licking, and its bloody, mangled faces unanimously turned their heads to look at Zuo Bai.

"Why did you stop screaming?"

Zuo Bai hated abnormal details during the experiment process; he frowned and said:

"What are you looking... at?"

Feng Yuhuai remained silent, only those eyes that had returned to human form stared unblinkingly at Zuo Bai, their gaze revealing a bizarreness even more eerie than Quanquan's eyes.

The Beautiful Spider's five heads also simultaneously presented a dull, sluggish state; the originally constantly licking tongues fell powerlessly, suspended in mid-air.

Meeting Feng Yuhuai's fixed stare, in a split second, a bone-chilling cold air slowly climbed up Zuo Bai's spine:

"They're not looking at me, but at my... back?"

Zuo Bai abruptly turned around, looking behind him; behind him was empty, nothing at all.

"No one's there, so what are they looking at?"

Immediately after, he turned back around as if shocked, only to see Feng Yuhuai and the Beautiful Spider still staring fixedly at him, their gaze seemingly penetrating his body, looking toward some place he could not see.

"What on earth are you looking at? There's clearly nothing behind me!"

Zuo Bai only felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to his forehead; his science-believing brain crashed for a moment.

Zuo Bai could not see behind him, but the three cameras in the dark recorded it with absolute clarity.

Deng Jia Jia, Ren Xuan, and Tang An, at this moment, seemed to have been hit by a body-freezing spell; their eyes were all wide as copper bells, as if they wanted to pop their eyeballs out of their sockets, staring dead at the screen playing the footage, not daring to breathe.

In the lens, Zuo Bai abruptly turned around without warning, his movement incomparably swift.

However, the moment he turned, his shadow reflected in the sewage behind him also turned along with him, circling back behind him.

Zuo Bai's brows furrowed slightly; he looked suspiciously at the air behind him, a trace of puzzlement and unease flashing in his eyes.

Immediately after, he turned back around with even faster speed, attempting to capture some abnormality.

However, he still gained nothing; the shadow under his feet likewise turned back again, remaining behind him from start to finish.

Only the sewage, stirred by his movements, kicked up even more turbid ripples; as the water waves swayed, the smiling face in the shadow became somewhat wrinkled, yet appeared increasingly vivid and bizarre.

"Zuo Bai turns slow, his shadow turns slow... Zuo Bai turns fast, his shadow turns fast..."

Ren Xuan stared dead at the monitor, fine cold sweat seeping from his forehead, muttering in a low voice:

"No matter how Zuo Bai turns, the shadow maintains a perfectly identical speed with him, always sticking behind him, because the shadow's turning speed is his own speed..."

Tang An swallowed hard, adding:

"This is a physical rule, which is also what Zuo Bai believes in... science!"

Deng Jia Jia kept adjusting the lens focus, her eyeballs practically wanting to stick into the camera.

She suddenly exclaimed in horror:

"Look, the thing in the shadow... is coming out!"

The three hurriedly stopped their useless cranial thinking and simultaneously saw: a faint black light suddenly floated up from the sewage under Zuo Bai's feet, like xuan paper repeatedly stained with ink, thick black mucus seeping from its edges.

The asphalt-textured black substance rose silently; the originally two-dimensional flat smiling face was slowly protruding three-dimensional features.

Luo Ji's face turned dark, his breath stuck in his throat.

His heart went "thump-thump" wildly, as if it wanted to burst out of his chest cavity.

The scene before his eyes was simply even more bizarre than what he had seen in that terrifying White Bone Gong Dian of the Hidden Gate.

Those monsters in the White Bone Gong Dian, though terrifying, were at least visible and tangible.

But the monster behind Zuo Bai was truly evil to the extreme.

"Another monster, an even more bizarre, even more terrifying monster... the fourth one. When did He appear? No, He perhaps... has always been there?!"

Luo Ji's thoughts spun rapidly; just sorting through them slightly made his scalp tingle in waves, as if countless icy insects were crawling on his scalp.

It was a numbness even more terrifying than the sum of the horror after witnessing the three monsters Feng Yuhuai, Beautiful Spider, and Zuo Bai one after another.

Feng Yuhuai's transforming Red Thread, Beautiful Spider's deformed ugliness, Zuo Bai's calm madness — these images intertwined in his mind, yet none compared to even one-tenth of the bizarre evilness of the monster behind Zuo Bai, clinging like a bone-eating gangrene.

Luo Ji's scalp tingled intensely, as if countless icy insects were crawling on his scalp.

Immediately after, his palm began to itch; that itch spread from his fingertips to his palm, as if some power was urging him to do something.

A supremely strong impulse surged in his heart, a near-mad craving born from his soul.

He very, especially, infinitely wanted to take out that mirror and shine it at the monster behind Zuo Bai.

He wanted to know too much what kind of Fate Pattern such an evil monster had.

That craving burned in his heart like a flame, almost wanting to swallow him.

"I... want His 【Fate Pattern】 so badly!!!"

Luo Ji's throat was dry, his heart roaring fiercely, his hand uncontrollably reaching into his pocket.

When his fingertip touched that cold 【Life-Stealing Calamity Mirror】, a chill instantly spread from his fingertip to his whole body, making him tremble slightly.

However, this chill not only failed to extinguish the craving in his heart, but made that impulse even stronger, as if an invisible voice kept echoing in his mind, like a demon's whisper:

"Take a look, take a look, just take a look..."

That voice repeated endlessly, like a spell, bit by bit eating away at his reason.

Luo Ji's breathing became rapid and heavy; his fingers tightly gripped that mirror, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He slowly took the Mirror out of his Pocket, his Wrist turning gently, the mirror surface silently aligning with the twisted Shadow behind Zuo Bai.

"Let me see... just what kind of monster are you..."

End of Chapter