Chapter 457: Iron Throne? Staring fiercely into the mirror!!!

"Science may be powerful, but in the end, the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice still prevails!"

After once again narrowly escaping death just now and realizing the belief of being a "Chosen One," Feng Yuhuai had been hiding by the wall corner watching.

She had not a shred of selfish thought about dragging her boyfriend to hold back the scientist while she escaped first.

Even though things seemed to go badly several times along the way of 【Mask】, Feng Yuhuai did not budge an inch.

Compared with her earlier ruthless abandonment of Yang Tuo to save herself, she was like a completely different person.

Clearly, 【Mask】 is Feng Yuhuai's true love!

(Yang Tuo: ". "I'm dead and still being dragged out to compare flogging a corpse?!)

Feng Yuhuai's mouth corner curled up, and a proud smile appeared on her face:

"As expected, in the end my boyfriend still won!"

In the dark pipe, Cui Cui's fist was clenched tight, her fingernails digging deep into her palm.

She felt a surge of helplessness, and strong fear and despair welled up in her heart:

"Feng Yuhuai is a monster in human skin, and her boyfriend is an even more terrifying monster—how on earth can she be killed?"

Zhang Liyou bit her lip hard, her tongue licking her own blood.

Strangely, her heart was unusually calm, as if all emotions had been completely withdrawn.

She had already gone numb.

Or rather, it could also be called... awakening.

"This monster Feng Yuhuai cannot be killed by others; no one else can be relied on. I must abandon all illusions. To kill her, I can only rely on myself!"

"But I'm just an ordinary high school student. Can I really deal with this kind of monster?"

The experiences of this day flashed back in her mind like a nightmare:

Man-eating monsters, strange shadows, a deranged scientist—this world was far from as simple as what she learned from books.

"Since the world has become so strange..."

Zhang Liyou's gaze gradually became resolute, and hope ignited in her heart. This hope was not pinned on other monsters, but on herself.

"Then, since that's the case, the way to obtain power surely isn't limited to Martial Dao. In the future I need to change my perspective, even change my way of living, to re-understand this world."

Zhang Liyou took a deep breath and slowly looked around.

In this dark sewer, a pungent foul smell permeated the air. Every shadow seemed to hide unknown dangers, yet also seemed to conceal infinite possibilities.

She felt as if she were inside a huge labyrinth, and the exit might be in some unnoticed corner.

"Opportunity will surely come, and it must be somewhere. Perhaps it's already by my side."

As if possessed, Zhang Liyou turned her head and glanced at Luo Ji.

Luo Ji was tightly gripping a mirror in his hand. The mirror was antique and old, looking like an old relic dug up from a dead person's tomb.

A string of questions arose in her heart:

"When did Luo Ji take out the mirror again? Did he take it out of his pocket? At this time, why did he take out a mirror? Who does he want to reflect with the mirror?"

At this moment, Luo Ji's face was twisted, his complexion as white as paper. Ominous black mist swirled at the center of his forehead, and turbid blood vessels spread wildly in his pupils.

His hands trembled violently out of control. The half of his arm exposed below his sleeve had bulging veins, wriggling under his skin like earthworms. Bean-sized sweat beads rolled down his tense muscles, splashing tiny droplets on the mirror surface.

His eyes were tightly shut, not opening a single gap.

At first, countless 【Masks】 gradually appeared on the mirror, each with 【Ghost Shadow】 neatly and uniformly marked on their foreheads as their Fate Pattern.

【Ghost Shadow】?

【Shadow of the Curtain】?

Luo Ji's thoughts had not yet had time to discern the connection between these two Fate Patterns when the phantoms in the mirror shattered one after another like bubbles.

Immediately after, a brand new 【Mask】 was reflected on the mirror surface.

Yes, Luo Ji was the first person in the whole scene to see through the true identity of 【Mask】, even earlier than the scientist who was directly involved.

Because the 【Fate Pattern】 on top of that 【Mask】's head was neither 【Shadow of the Curtain】 nor 【Ghost Shadow】, nor even a 【Fate Pattern】 at all, but...

One, one, another one, like building blocks stacked by an invisible hand, one pressing on another, piling up endlessly on 【Mask】's head, higher and higher.

Luo Ji had no time to count them carefully. He only glanced hastily at the lowest 【Fate Pattern】 that surfaced, and felt his head go "buzz," as if struck hard by a heavy hammer, a violent tremor sweeping over him.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot and swollen, jumping wildly in his eye sockets, as if these eyeballs had suddenly come alive, struggling desperately to escape this body that didn't know whether to live or die.

And the name of that Fate Pattern was—【Iron Throne】!

Then Luo Ji, horrified, moved his eyeballs away, not daring to look at the 【Fate Patterns】 stacked on top even for a glance.

Luo Ji very sensibly chickened out. He instinctively wanted to move the mirror away, but at the moment he exerted force to turn the mirror surface, the entire mirror suddenly became as heavy as a thousand jin.

His wrist made a cracking sound from overexertion, his knuckles turning deathly white, but the mirror surface remained motionless, as if welded in the air.

As if a pair of greedy eyes lurked inside the mirror, like a hungry ghost staring at a sumptuous feast, the gaze full of obsession and reluctance, locked tight, absolutely unwilling to shift an inch.

Luo Ji's heart trembled: "Has 【Mask】 stolen the mirror's soul?"

His whole body's hair stood on end, and he decisively closed his eyes—his two eyeballs cooperated abnormally, "swish" pulling down "curtains," and his vision instantly plunged into pitch black.

And precisely because of this, Luo Ji missed what came next: the scene of bones growing in 【Mask】's palm.

Otherwise, he would surely have let out a hysterical scream in the depths of his consciousness:

"Could 【Mask】 also be... an apostle bestowed by my Lord?!"

Luo Ji dared not look at the mirror, but Zhang Liyou took advantage of the gap while Luo Ji closed his eyes, widening her eyes to stare fiercely into the mirror.

Her pupils contracted sharply from shock—where was 【Mask】's figure in the mirror?

Instead, another, two, three, four, five... huge, strange, horrifying, terrifying images were reflected.

These images were piled up layer upon layer in the mirror, each one twisting and deforming, as if trying to break free from the mirror's constraints.

Zhang Liyou's breathing stopped without her noticing. She saw in horror that the images in the mirror were increasing at a staggering geometric rate, as if these images had come to life, multiplying on their own.

In the blink of an eye, they filled the entire space inside the mirror, forming a winding, twisted, eerie and terrifying gallery.

Zhang Liyou's mouth opened into an "O" shape; she did not understand what the image in the Mirror meant, she only felt a Qiyi suffocation overflowing from within the Mirror……..

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