Chapter 266: Only trash gets packaged into a myth!

Su Ming slightly tilted his head, shifting his gaze onto the bodies of those great demons, Yu Zao Qian and Da Tian Gou.

"These guys..."

Although the light was dim, he couldn't see clearly.

But he could faintly feel that these usually high-and-mighty guys' emotions were also off!

"So, my speculation can be confirmed?!"

"This isn't a performance, but a bloody history?"

"A history about how the native deities of Sakura Country were defeated, devoured, and finally reduced to slaves by an extraterrestrial high-ranking existence—a humiliating history?!"

The black ships have arrived, or is it the day the gods abandoned us?

"Ah—!!!"

Just then.

Above the stage, a piercing, extremely tragic scream suddenly came.

It was too real, too desperate, with no acting component.

It directly pierced the live broadcast screen!

Countless hearts clenched involuntarily, instinctively focusing their gaze.

Only seen, in the center of the theatre, the pitch-black shadow originating from the Fallen Angel statue seemed to have grown weary of mere control and enslavement.

It moved.

The Black Shadow materialized, a gigantic claw bristling with ferocious scales extending out, like grabbing a plush toy, precisely pinching a Human Skin Dancer who was spinning.

Then.

Under the dancer's terror.

Rip—!

Violently torn apart, forcibly devoured!

The Paper Doll Person, which appeared to be only a thin layer of paper, burst out a large amount of warm fresh blood from within at the moment of shattering.

Immediately after.

The still-beating liver, the stark white bone fragments...

Crackle—like a rain of flesh and blood falling, striking the floor with thuds.

"Is that alive?!"

"Holy shit! That's a real person?! The red paper wraps a real person?!"

Only at this moment did the audience in the paid livestream finally awaken from that eerie artistic feeling.

All the praise instantly turned into fear!

Not special effects, not CGI, it's all fucking real!

It was a living person, flayed alive, stitched together, made into a shadow puppet, and then chewed up like a snack right before their eyes!

"Ugh... I paid to come in just to see this? This is the kind of show a carbon-based lifeform could come up with?"

"Stop pretending to be an upstairs guest, this is a demon's buffet—you think it's a Disney parade?"

"Honestly, this amount of blood is appetizing!"

"Hiss... next time throw it upstairs!"

The barrage exploded instantly, exposing the disparities of human nature at this moment.

On site.

Su Ming ignored this bloody scene, not even furrowing his brow.

From the moment the dancer was torn apart, the Eye of Truth captured an extremely fine karma line amidst the sky-filling Blood Mist.

The line extended upward, piercing the theatre's luxurious dome.

Straight to the expanse of red light above the heavens!

"Heh."

"As expected, it's the same old formula, the same old flavor."

"The real landlord doesn't show up, hiding upstairs to collect rent."

For the next few minutes, for Su Ming, it was somewhat boring and tasteless.

But for those paying viewers worldwide, it was practically a sanity‑plummeting purgatory moment!

In the center of the theatre, that mass of Black Shadow didn't utter any villainous monologue.

It was merely eating.

Leisurely and elegant, as if savoring a refined afternoon tea.

The remaining Human Skin Dancers on stage were seized one by one, torn apart, and swallowed.

With each person devoured, the Black Shadow solidified a bit more.

At the statue's originally empty neck, a blurred, twisted ghostly face outline gradually emerged.

"Boring."

Su Ming rested his chin on one hand and even yawned.

This plot is too cliché.

Eat, then grow stronger.

Finally.

As the last morsel of dessert with meat strands entered its belly, the terrifying Black Shadow finally seemed satisfied.

Like a patch of sticky asphalt, it slowly retracted, re‑burrowing into that Fallen Angel statue.

At the same time.

The huge crystal hourglass held in the statue's arms finally emptied its last drop of scarlet blood sand.

The lower chamber filled up.

Time's up!

Clack—

The mechanism engaged.

Pop pop pop pop!

The ten thousand extinguished glazed lanterns lit up simultaneously in an instant.

Soft, warm, supremely luxurious!

The light and shadow reshaped, as if from another world.

The stage floor thunderously flipped.

It resembled a massive mouth, swallowing all the lingering bloodstains, broken bones, and entrails into the ground.

Immediately after, an auction platform covered with gold‑threaded red carpet rose slowly.

Zzz—!

The theater's surroundings sprayed pink mist scented with cherry blossoms.

Sweet, cloying, intense, instantly masking all the scent of blood.

In the blink of an eye.

It transformed from a Shura Slaughterhouse into an art hall.

How elaborate.

Su Ming leaned against the chair back and let out a snicker.

Dry the blood off your mouth, spritz some perfume, and everyone becomes respectable high society again?

Both playing the role and standing here, I guess you've finally figured it out.

Stage side.

A masked man in a black tailcoat, his slender figure oddly disproportionate, slowly stepped out.

He performed a gentlemanly bow, perfectly proper, to the terrifying demons below with fox heads, wings, and a single eye.

Esteemed guests.

And... those distant mortals who, though poor and humble, still yearn for the realm of the gods.

Hello, everyone.

The voice was elegant, with a magnetic timbre.

Yet it made every paying Audience in front of the screen instantly lose composure.

Ah?!

Did I spend two pieces of Excellent gear on tickets, just to come in and hear you scold me, a poor ghost?!

Heh!

Su Ming narrowed his eyes as the Eye of Truth silently activated.

Name: Puppetmaster·Zuo Jin

Quality: Epic

Karma Overview: A master adept at manipulating threads and Human Heart, every inanimate object in this auction hall is his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Even the host is Epic‑grade!

This lineup is indeed top‑notch.

In front, Zuo Jin straightened up, his voice behind the mask low and full of allure.

Thank you all for gracing this Yellow Spring banquet.

The warm‑up act just now, titled "Twilight of the Gods", I hope everyone enjoyed it.

But I know everyone's time is precious, especially those still fighting for the life line...

He said, looking toward the void with a pointed meaning.

Obviously, he was mocking the global Audience paying to watch.

So, we'll skip the boring small talk.

Straight to the main course!

Snap!

He snapped his fingers.

No wasted words.

A graceful, faceless maid, carrying a tray covered with a red cloth, stepped onto the stage with delicate steps.

Even with the red cloth in between.

A bone‑chilling cold swept the entire venue instantly.

It feels... the thing is great!

The first auction item, to warm up tonight's banquet, we present a... interesting little trinket.

Zuo Jin let out a light laugh, then ripped the red cloth open.

Hum—!

Brilliant icy‑blue light swirled.

It was a crystal‑clear heart, its entire surface shimmering with icy blue hue.

Thud!

Thud!

Each beat sends out a ring of extreme‑cold ripples in all directions, even the air freezes into ice shards.

"Oh? This shape does resemble the core we saw before in the Golden House dungeon, but it's a mini version!"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow, showing a slight spark of interest.

At that moment, Zuo Jin's voice became fervent, its hype maxed out.

"Snow Maiden King's Heart Core!"

"This thing is of Epic quality, yet its effect rivals Legendary!"

"Taken from the depths of the frigid hell, the Snow Maiden King who cultivated for a thousand years was excavated a second before her fall, preserving the purest Divinity!"

"Regardless of race! Regardless of constitution!"

"As long as you implant it inside, even if you're a pig, you can instantly become a deity that commands ice and snow!"

Before the words even finished.

The paid live‑stream chat exploded instantly.

"WTF?! Starting off at Epic level?!"

"Didn't the folks upstairs hear? This damn thing is comparable to Legendary! If you get your hands on it, wouldn't you just take off?!"

"Is this the Inner Layer's depth? It's like buying a ticket into the courtyard; this round's not a loss!"

"If I also get a fire‑type similar thing, could I achieve ice‑and‑fire duality?!"

"Ah?!"

Countless people turned so jealous they were almost bleeding.

Especially the outer‑layer locals of Sakura Country, seeing this, they wish they could lick the screen to death.

Inner Layer!

This is the real power!

This is the true defiance of fate!

"King, this thing is quite beautiful…"

Next to him, Magu stared at the blue heart, a hint of longing flashing in her beautiful eyes.

However.

Sitting in the C‑position, Su Ming merely gave a casual glance at the still‑beating heart.

In his gaze, there was no greed.

Only the boredom of seeing through the magic trick.

From the effects he described, it does sound impressive, and the packaging is flawless.

But under those Eye of Truth that can pierce all illusion.

All the marketing and lies in this world become as ridiculous as the emperor's new clothes!

"Magu, remember this line…"

"Only trash that can't be sold gets painstakingly packaged into a myth!"