Chapter 25: The Final Performance?

Very soon, night fell. Massive novels at Tiantiankan Novels, ttk. tw, read as you please.

Ding Mo and his companion had no choice but to leave the room.

After dark, when the lights came on, their "Threshold" began to drop; although it was not dropping quickly, it seemed it would continue to fall as long as they did not participate in the performance.

Even if it dropped slowly, if it fell for an entire night, no one would survive.

In the corridor, Dong Xiaoyu followed behind Ding Mo, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Ding Mo had not told her the specific plan, saying only that "this is fine." This left her not knowing what would happen next.

As for Ding Mo, he had been burned once before and had already learned his lesson.

Things she didn't need to know... didn't need to be said!

After walking for a while, the two arrived at the entrance of the main hall.

Yet, they were surprised to find that Lu Zhenhao and his group were already guarding the place!

"What do you want!?" Ding Mo frowned, his hand resting on his sword.

Lu Zhenhao, carrying an iron pipe on his shoulder, grinned when he saw them. The other three "Dwarfs" beside him held dinner knives or fruit knives, their gazes fixed intently on the two.

"Don't misunderstand!" In the tense atmosphere, Lu Zhenhao suddenly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender:

"We are just here to complete the Second Act performance; we won't interfere with you."

As he spoke, he pointed to the hall door and said with a smile:

"Snow White is already in position, aren't you..."

"Not going in?"

Ding Mo looked coldly at them as they blocked the main entrance.

Go in?

If they went in, wouldn't you be able to catch turtles in a jar and trap us inside?!

By then... Ding Mo glanced at these "Dwarfs"; they were not short at all, every one of them was a burly man!

By then, everyone would be at their mercy!

Ding Mo stood where he was, not moving. Seeing this, Dong Xiaoyu dared not move either—she could feel several malicious gazes roaming wantonly over her delicate body.

She couldn't help but subconsciously shrink behind Ding Mo.

Seeing that he did not move, Lu Zhenhao only looked at him with a smile, appearing as if he were "not in a hurry anyway."

He was indeed not in a hurry, because the "Threshold" of Ding Mo and his companion was constantly dropping.

"..." Ding Mo sighed, and with no other options, he had to push open the hall door under the gaze of the group.

Dong Xiaoyu followed them, hurrying inside.

Behind her, a burst of lewd laughter rang out:

"Look at that chick, she's so juicy!"

"Ain't that the truth, that waist, holy cow!"

"Boss," the Horse-faced man stared at her and asked:

"When that chick comes out later, can we let the brothers have some fun before killing her?"

"Yeah, that's right!" Beside him, a muscular man also laughed.

"Hahaha! Don't be impatient, there will be plenty of opportunities!" Lu Zhenhao replied with a laugh.

"... Truly a nest of snakes and rats," Ding Mo sneered inwardly.

But Dong Xiaoyu was trembling all over; she grabbed the corner of Ding Mo's clothes and said:

"Ding Mo, if things become impossible, just kill me with your sword!"

She did not want to fall into the hands of this group and suffer a fate worse than death!

"..." Ding Mo nodded, which counted as his promise to her.

Then, the hall door closed, and the two arrived at the center of the hall.

Before the throne, Leng Rourou had already been waiting there for some time.

"Where is Chu Chenfeng?" Leng Rourou scanned the two.

"Dead," Ding Mo said.

Upon hearing this, Leng Rourou's pupils constricted! After a long while, she muttered gloomily:

"How did he die?"

Ding Mo had originally wanted to brush it off, but after thinking about it, he said:

"I killed him."

Three words!

They fell like a heavy hammer upon Leng Rourou's heart! She couldn't help but step back, carefully sizing up Ding Mo.

Surviving one or two tasks might be luck, but to survive three or four, it was basically impossible without some real ability.

Leng Rourou was also from the Second Isolation Zone, and she knew Chu Chenfeng. He had quite a reputation in the Isolation Zone; even the likes of Zhu Jie had to walk around him.

Now, he had been finished off by an unknown newcomer?

Leng Rourou said coldly: "You are lying!"

Ding Mo smiled indifferently at this and said nothing.

"..." This reaction made Leng Rourou fall silent, and she did not speak again.

If Chu Chenfeng wasn't dead, why didn't he participate in the performance?

But if he was dead, was it really done by this newcomer in front of her?

Leng Rourou suddenly felt that "Ding Mo" was becoming unfathomable to her.

What if this was really the case?

Ding Mo ignored her further and instead took Dong Xiaoyu to the side.

Looking at Leng Rourou's appearance, he knew his goal had already been achieved—that was, intimidation!

To survive amidst various schemes, it was best for Ding Mo to make his enemies feel suspicious of him, not daring to act rashly.

The matter of Chu Chenfeng was a perfect, large banner to wave.

The two sat down, quietly waiting for the final Actor of the day to arrive:

"Magic Mirror" York!

At the same time, he was also the first step in Ding Mo's plan.

In the original Snow White, the "Magic Mirror" possessed a certain ability to know the truth.

In other words, the words spoken from his mouth might be used as evidence to accuse someone of "murder"!

And the "Magic Mirror" could only be used by the Queen!

Although he did not know in what way the "Judgment" tonight would be initiated, this was undoubtedly an important bargaining chip.

Regarding this point, he had already told Dong Xiaoyu.

Thinking this, he turned his head to look at the latter, only to find her sitting on a chair with her legs tangled together.

"Do you... need to use the restroom?" Since there was nothing to do anyway, Ding Mo asked.

"N-no!" The sudden conversation startled Dong Xiaoyu. She hurriedly said:

"I-I'm just too nervous."

Sometimes when people are nervous, they always want to use the restroom; Ding Mo could understand that.

Regarding what was to come, he also felt somewhat nervous himself.

"Come to think of it, you don't look very old?" He chatted as if nothing were the matter.

There were still too many variables tonight, and Ding Mo did not want to stay this tense—it would consume unnecessary energy.

"Eh? I..." Dong Xiaoyu spoke about being a university student.

"19 years old?" Ding Mo smiled bitterly.

To encounter such things at 19, surviving among piles of corpses and schemes?

This really was a fucked-up world!

No, it was the same for people of any age, it was just that 19 was even less deserving of it.

After chatting for a while like this, Dong Xiaoyu's state was clearly much better.

However, "Magic Mirror" York still had not come.

He was already half an hour late!

If there were no special circumstances, then in all likelihood he was...

"We cannot wait any longer." Leng Rourou leaned over at this moment and said to the two:

"Start now!"

"..."

Had the first step of the plan failed already... Ding Mo signaled to Dong Xiaoyu with his eyes.

The three then came to the center of the hall.

Below the throne, Leng Rourou stood before her seat, Dong Xiaoyu was below the steps, and Ding Mo stood between the two.

The three were each in their positions.

"Alright, next, let me talk about the lines for later..." Before Leng Rourou could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Ding Mo:

"Save it.

"Are we really going to listen to the instructions of a 'suspect'?"

These harsh words made Leng Rourou's expression change, especially the word "suspect," which made her face look particularly ugly.

"What suspect! It is very obvious, she is the murderer!" Leng Rourou could not help but accuse Dong Xiaoyu, saying:

"I saw it, she killed the King!!"

"I..." Facing the accusation, Dong Xiaoyu subconsciously wanted to refute.

But the words had just reached her lips.

The lights suddenly all went out!