Chapter 187: Ten Directions Divine Seat, the Actor

Clack!

Clack!

Clack!

Su Ming strode like a meteor, heading toward the second altar.

This one is fashioned by the bewitchingly curvy Qipao Woman.

The altar's base is barbarically interwoven with stark white bones and scarlet silk.

The white bones serve as beams, the silk as curtains.

Death and seductive allure are twisted into a bizarre plait, the visual impact cranked to the max.

At the altar's exact center, a cold‑glinting Bone‑slicing Knife is slantedly thrust in.

On the knife's hilt, an ambiguously blood‑stained silk handkerchief is wrapped.

Eye of Truth, open!

Altar Number: 1111

Connection Signpost: Zhutian Drama Workshop

Karma Overview: The frail fate pities me, all beings worship me! Makeup as armor, killing as dance! The red‑dust inn sees arrivals and departures, souls under the blade are all benefactors! Seek a ledger that doesn't stain with karmic murder accounts! Seek a song that can be called a perfect soul‑cutting ballad!

"Dao Ma Dan?"

Su Ming stroked his chin, a flash of comprehension flickered in his eyes.

This sister is a wolf‑exterminator among wolf‑exterminators.

She somehow turned the business of taking lives into an art of murder.

The offering's requirement is plain: it seeks a genuine record of a Perfect Crime.

Perfect!

This is the crux!

Not only must the method be flawless, leaving no trace.

It probably also needs a sense of artistry and ceremony to meet this one's discerning eye.

"A crime approaching perfection? Interesting."

Su Ming quickly calculated in his mind.

The Official files contain countless dust‑covered cold cases; with his current connections, he can obtain them.

But to find one that matches Perfect…

Isn't easy!

Those cases already seem godlike to ordinary eyes.

But in the eyes of these madmen who make a living from drama, flaws are everywhere.

"These guys' demands, each one tops the previous…"

Su Ming muttered under his breath, withdrew his gaze, and walked toward the next one.

No rush to solve the puzzle; first read all the sheets!

Except for the altar of Wu Lian Nan, look at all the others first!

The third altar is fashioned by the Elder, who constantly rolls a walnut in his hand, his gaze fierce.

The altar itself is a decayed, broken backstage prop chest of a drama troupe, emitting a musty smell.

On the chest's surface, two oil‑shiny walnuts, like eyeballs, are deeply embedded.

Altar Number: 1111

Connection Signpost: Zhutian Drama Workshop

Karma Overview: Curtains rise and fall, witnessing thousands of roles! Tides surge and recede, hearing myriad joys and sorrows! Everyone says seeing is believing, but in this world, what is truly real? Seek a case, the truth hidden beneath lies! Seek a page, a history that can overturn established conclusions!

"【End】 angle."

Su Ming instantly assigned him a gender.

And his demand is heavyweight among heavyweights.

It elevates directly from art to a philosophical height.

He wants no story, no performance.

He wants... the truth!

It must be that kind of earth‑shattering secret that a single hammer could smash all people's perceptions, deliberately concealed.

"This damn…"

Su Ming feels a bit of toothache.

Where can one find this thing?

For example, his parents' death—was it a meticulously covered‑up murder?

He shook his head, instantly rejecting it.

About his dad and mom…

The more he discovers, the less he understands!

"Next."

Su Ming walks toward the fourth altar.

It is fashioned by the hoodie‑clad youth who fidgets with copper coins outside the Wuhou Shrine.

A solitary gambling table.

On the tabletop, an ancient copper coin spins at high speed, its heads and tails indistinguishable.

Altar Number: 1111

Connection signpost: Zhutian Drama Workshop

Karma Overview: Life and death are destined, wealth and honor are in heaven? I refuse to believe! I stake everything for a single toss! The gamble is the win‑loss within a fingertip, the battle is the Unique within chaos! Seek an object that can, amid impermanence, fix the 【Inevitability】! Seek a method that, within variables, can glimpse the 【Heavenly Secrets】!

"Whoa!"

Su Ming really couldn't hold it in, blurting out a classic line.

Are they damn recruiting a prophet? Or a chief mathematician?!

Searching for absolute inevitability in a world full of variables?

What a joke!

"These party people, even death is so inconvenient!"

He feels his brain a bit itchy!

Keep scrolling down.

The fifth, the sixth…

Scanning one by one.

Each one is intricately linked with the play.

Each one's demand is so tricky it makes one want to curse!

Seek a wisp of 【Genuine Selfless Incense】.

Seek a drop of 【Hero's Final Repentance Tear】.

Even seek 【the biography of a person who never existed】!

Each more abstract than the last!

Each more perverse than the last!

Su Ming finishes reading them all, stands in the center of the stage, and falls into contemplation.

Without a doubt, this is a lavish extravagance that splashes the heavens.

These ten altars, once the sacrifices are properly offered, will surely yield high returns!

Even… at a 【Myth】‑level like 【Mortal White Face】!

But he…

Today there are only two sacrifice opportunities left.

Choose two out of nine.

How to choose?

How to answer?

Is it to devise a 【Perfect Killing Scheme】 that dazzles past and present for the 【Qipao Woman】?

Or to uncover a 【Forbidden History】 that could overturn the world for the 【Yin Zhi Elder】?

Or the 【Defying‑Heaven Gamble】 by the 【Hoodie Youth】 that could flip the destiny table?

Or perhaps, offer a 【Defying‑Heaven Gamble】 to the 【Hoodie Youth】 that could overturn the destiny table?

"Hard…"

Su Ming rubs his brow, feeling his brain cells burning.

But no one notices the fire in his eyes growing brighter.

The stranger the thought, the greater the risk, the higher the reward!

He understood this principle the night he descended from the altar!

"Conventional methods can't produce miracles…"

"Since these lunatics gave me a crazy problem, my solution… naturally can't follow normal rules!"

Su Ming's eyes flicker.

He thought of an idea.

A breakthrough method that might kill two birds with one stone!

【Mortal White Face】 was placed on his face again.

This is the 【Clown】 role's final gift.

It is also the most important prop for his upcoming grand play!

His gaze no longer falls on the nine altars emitting eerie glow.

Instead, it slowly turns toward the audience below.

It turns to the empty, tombstone‑like forest of red seats.

Earlier, the countless little imps whose eyes were waiting to watch the play were casually cleared away by him.

"You all risked your lives just to give me a problem."

"Fine, I received this respect."

"But a good play, no matter how hard the actors try, if there's no audience applauding, what does that count for?"

Su Ming mutters softly, his voice echoing in the cavernous theater, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"Now it's my turn to invite new audience!"

His gaze finally locks onto the central seat of the front row!

"【Makeup and Costume Appear】!"

He activates the ability of 【Mortal White Face】!

Not targeting any living being!

But that empty seat!

Buzz—!

A terrifying power that cannot be understood and twists Karma, wildly surged from the 【Mortal White Face】.

Su Ming's spiritual power, like a floodgate opened, instantly burst its banks.

"Huh!"

He forced his weary body, raised his hand, using his finger as a brush, and made a faint stroke toward that seat!

One stroke, outlining the brows and eyes!

Another stroke, setting the lips and nose!

Finally, using all his strength, he made a point in the air toward that seat!

He infused a soul into his first created 【character】!

"Your identity—"

"Named—"