Bu Tian Gang Ch166

Author: 梦溪石 / Meng Xi Shi

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 166

After a while, Xiao Zhao finally spoke, trying to sound calm, but his voice trembled slightly.

“Could it be due to the lighting or camera angle?”

Dong Zhi glanced at him. “You already know the answer, why deceive yourself?”

Upon close examination, a faint shadow could be seen from the potted plant beside Deng Bin, but Deng Bin himself cast none. Xiao Zhao remained silent.

Chang Qing suddenly said, “I’ve seen that Deng Bin before. There was nothing wrong with him.”

Dong Zhi nodded to Xiao Zhao. “Captain Yin’s intuition and experience are indeed impressive; this case indeed requires the involvement of the Special Administration Bureau.”

Looking at Dong Zhi, Chang Qing, and Kan Chaosheng, Xiao Zhao felt a mix of unease. A youth even younger than him, a child, and an outsider who joined halfway seemed an unlikely trio to handle this. He hesitated. “Director Dong, should we get more backup?”

Dong Zhi grinned. “Do I seem untrustworthy?”

Xiao Zhao laughed awkwardly. “That’s not what I meant…”

Dong Zhi patted him. “Don’t worry, my master got held up in Beijing. He’ll join us soon.”

The title ‘master’ sounded reassuring. Xiao Zhao felt a weight lift off his chest. Kan Chaosheng, however, grew tense, rapidly processing whether he had made any mistakes recently. Dong Zhi, reading his expression, said, “You let Deng Po see Meika’s true form on the train, didn’t you?”

Kan Chaosheng defended, “Meika was at its smallest size and I covered it with a blanket! That incident was unavoidable!”

Dong Zhi: “Then you revealed your identity to Deng Po.”

Kan Chaosheng: “That was to capture human traffickers; I was doing a good deed!”

Dong Zhi: “And then you got caught by Chang Qing, requiring my rescue. Chang Qing even discovered your true form.”

Kan Chaosheng: …

Chang Qing added, “In short, you’re unprofessional.”

At this time, Captain Yin then approached, asking Dong Zhi if they should inspect Su Huan’s body.

Dong Zhi pointed at the guidebook and told Xiao Zhao, “We’ll have another look at this book when my master arrives. Don’t pack it away yet.”

Xiao Zhao nodded. “Understood.”

Chang Qing inquired, “Can I stay to examine the book a bit more?”

Dong Zhi asked, “Found something?”

Chang Qing shook his head. “I feel there’s more to this book. Maybe there’s something to discover.”

The two locked eyes, sensing hidden secrets, but neither revealed more. Dong Zhi agreed to Chang Qing’s request but instructed Kan Chaosheng and Xiao Zhao to assist and, implicitly, to keep an eye on him. Once Dong Zhi left, Chang Qing began perusing the peculiar illustration book.

Though there wasn’t much to see. Dong Zhi had flipped through it multiple times, each page blank without exception. Chang Qing felt there was a key—a catalyst—within the book. Su Huan may have acquired this key, revealing the book’s secrets, leading to her murder.

But what was the secret? He ran his fingers across the book’s unique texture, deep in thought.

Dong Zhi followed Captain Yin to the identification center. Su Huan’s body was once again taken out from the freezer. The forensic expert in charge was a young, professional woman, showing no discomfort while examining the corpse. Seeing Captain Yin, she looked slightly impatient, probably tired of repeatedly explaining her findings.

Dong Zhi didn’t trouble her further, “Dr. Chen, we’ll examine it ourselves for now.”

Dr. Chen blinked. “You don’t need an overview?”

Dong Zhi smiled. “Not for now.”

Captain Yin introduced. “This is a colleague from our affiliated department. Due to the case requirements, he’s here. You can go on with your work; we’ll handle this.”

Hearing him speak in such a mysterious manner, Dr. Chen slightly curled her lips beneath her mask, assuming Dong Zhi was here for an official inspection from a higher department. Captain Yin, out of courtesy, probably felt obligated to bring him here. As for Dong Zhi looking so young, she speculated that he might have some influential backing or connections that allowed him to be promoted quickly, a phenomenon not too uncommon.

She wasn’t in a rush to leave and stood to the side, arms crossed, watching them examine the body.

To her surprise, Dong Zhi, who appeared as if he had just graduated not long ago, didn’t bat an eye when facing the body that had been frozen for a while and bore a somewhat horrific look. He even bent down closer to the corpse’s head, as if he wanted to kiss it.

Although Su Huan was a beauty in life, one that even the rich second-generation Deng Bin found stunning, her body was now rigid and discolored, with post-mortem lividity showing. Seeing his action, Dr. Chen’s complexion slightly changed, almost as if he wanted to desecrate the body.

But Dong Zhi’s expression was solemn and absolutely serious, making Dr. Chen immediately discard that thought.

When she saw him bend down again to inspect the body’s chest, she couldn’t help but say, “There are two fatal wounds on her. One is in the heart. When we found the body, her heart was missing. It seemed as if someone had gouged it out and then yanked it away, and the wound is jagged…”

“Not from a blade.” Dong Zhi interrupted.

Dr. Chen raised an eyebrow. “Are you a forensic expert too?”

Dong Zhi: “I’m not.”

Dr. Chen: “Then you shouldn’t have interrupted me.”

Dong Zhi smiled. “Sorry.”

Dr. Chen pursed her lips. “Indeed, the wound doesn’t seem to be from a sharp weapon. It’s as if it was torn open by some animal’s claw and then forcibly removed.”

This made it even stranger, as both surveillance and the scene suggested this theory was impossible.

As Dong Zhi straightened up, Captain Yin, with a hint of expectation, asked, “How is it?”

His reaction was also odd, making Dr. Chen give him a few more glances.

Dong Zhi: “There’s no demonic qi, so it’s not a demon. But it could be a spirit. As of now, I can’t confirm. From my perspective, Deng Bin is indeed not the culprit. However, my opinion can’t serve as evidence. You should still proceed according to your protocols.”

Dr. Chen: ??? What the hell are you talking about?

Yet, surprisingly, Captain Yin seemed to understand and even looked a bit disappointed.

“All right, but thank you anyway. At least you’ve pointed us in a new direction.”

Dong Zhi: “It would be best if you could find out who had contact with that book before Su Huan and who brought it to the library. That’s the key. If it indeed was a spirit, the murder might not be due to any grudge. It could be random selection.”

Captain Yin sighed. “The problem is we can’t trace the origin of the book. The library has no record. We’re comparing it with donations or purchase channels, but it takes time.”

Dr. Chen was utterly confused. Every word they spoke was in Chinese, but when combined, she couldn’t understand at all.

While Captain Yin and Dong Zhi were talking, Dr. Chen suddenly noticed a slight tremble in the shadow beneath Captain Yin’s feet.

The room’s lighting was strong, casting distinct shadows on the floor. Depending on the light’s angle, the shadows sometimes stretched long and sometimes overlapped with the person’s figure. But the shadow under Captain Yin seemed restless, and when he had his back to it, it even moved its fingers.

As Dr. Chen’s gaze darted between the shadow and Captain Yin, she realized the shadow moved its fingers, but Captain Yin stood still, making no movements.

Even though it was daylight outside, she felt her mouth dry up and her limbs go weak, as if she’d been soaking in hot water for too long. Yet, her limbs were also icy and stiff, and her heart was racing uncontrollably.

“Yin…”

Hearing Dr. Chen’s weak voice, Captain Yin turned around, puzzled. “What’s wrong? Dr. Chen, you look pale.”

She was speechless because, as Captain Yin moved, his shadow remained still, seemingly back to normal. However, even though Dong Zhi was facing them, the shadow behind him slightly turned its head, looking in Dr. Chen’s direction.

“Your shadow!” she finally exclaimed.

Dong Zhi’s expression changed instantly, from casual to sharp and focused. Dr. Chen suddenly realized he might have noticed the anomaly long ago but hadn’t shown any sign of it.

She had barely finished speaking when she saw Dong Zhi swiftly dodge and then leap up, propelling himself off the wall and returning to his original position. His speed was so fast that Dr. Chen couldn’t even register it, much less describe the series of movements in a split second. The shadow, seeming just as caught off guard as she was, was struck by talisman fire, releasing a shrieking sound that hurt her eardrums.

Instinctively covering her ears, Dr. Chen realized it was of no use. The sound seemed to penetrate every barrier. She felt dizzy and lost her balance, collapsing backward. The sound of shattering glass surrounded her as she saw the black shadow, rather than being destroyed by the flame, emerge from the floor, taking on a three-dimensional form as it lunged at Dong Zhi.

Captain Yin, with his extensive experience, was more composed than she was. Facing this unimaginable situation, he quickly drew his gun and fired at the shadow.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots echoed. All hit the shadow, but to no effect. The bullets lodged into the wall behind it.

The shadow let out a creepy laugh, suddenly expanding several times its size, and lunged at Dong Zhi as if to swallow him whole. But Dong Zhi stood firm. He flung his sword case into the air, pressed a button, and caught the sword that sprung out. With a swift move, he sliced through the shadow. The sinister laughter ceased, and the glint of the sword obliterated the shadow entirely.

People from outside, drawn by the noise, rushed in. Even though it was a day off, the commotion had surely alerted the few on duty. They looked in disbelief at the bullet holes in the wall, shattered windows, and the trio inside the room, almost assuming a shooting had just taken place.

Gasping for breath, Captain Yin identified himself, dispersed the crowd, and called his team to clean up.

Dr. Chen, still on the floor, stared at Dong Zhi, unable to snap out of her shock until he offered his hand to help her up.

“Need a hand?”

Without a word, she took his hand and stood up, feeling her legs trembling.

“Can you explain what just happened?”

Dong Zhi blinked. “Do you have gloves? The kind you use for examining bodies?”

Regaining her composure, Dr. Chen handed him a clean pair. Dong Zhi wore them and carefully probed the chest cavity of Su Huan’s body. After a moment, he pulled out a thin black strand.

“Is that hair?” Dr. Chen leaned in for a closer look.

“More like fur,” Dong Zhi said. “Used to control the Shadow Ghost.”

Seeing their confusion, he elaborated, “That black shadow, called a Shadow Ghost, is a type of demon. It’s not very powerful, but it can change its shape. When controlled, it can be manipulated like a puppet to do anything.”

Captain Yin asked, “Including murder?”

Dong Zhi replied, “Perhaps. But the one controlling the Shadow Ghost is the real culprit.”

He then reassured them, “But there’s no more danger here, rest assured.”

Initially, he thought this would be a simple case. Now it seemed more complicated.

Of course, no matter how challenging, it wouldn’t be harder to deal with than Mara. He has even braved the depths of hell, so this case in front of him is just a minor puzzle.

The phone rang, and Dong Zhi picked it up, speaking briefly. His expression transformed from serious to relaxed in an instant. Yet throughout, he exuded an air of composed confidence, as if no challenge was beyond him.

Dr. Chen should have been astounded by the unbelievable scene she’d just witnessed. However, she was so distracted that she didn’t even have time to indulge her own curiosity. Seeing Dong Zhi about to leave, she hastily said, “Director Dong!”

Dong Zhi turned back to her, and Dr. Chen cleared her throat. “Could I possibly have your contact information? There might be opportunities for collaboration in the future.”

She spoke earnestly, but Captain Yin, being experienced in such matters, could immediately discern her underlying intentions.

Dr. Chen was a renowned beauty within the city’s judiciary system, with countless admirers, so a woman of her caliber always had the luxury of choice. After dismissing so many suitors, who would have thought she’d find her interest piqued now?

Dong Zhi smiled. “If you need anything, contact Captain Yin. He knows how to reach me.”

To her astonishment, Dr. Chen found herself encountering a man who seemed immune to her charms—a man whose phone number she couldn’t even obtain. Then she heard Dong Zhi say, “I need to pick up my girlfriend. I’ll leave things here for both of you.”

Captain Yin knew that Dong Zhi was actually going to pick up his master, not a girlfriend. Recognizing that Dong Zhi wasn’t interested in Dr. Chen and was using this as an excuse, he just nodded. “Go ahead!”

After Dong Zhi left, a downcast Dr. Chen asked Captain Yin, “Why are all the good men taken? Am I always a step behind?”

Barely stifling his laughter, Captain Yin jokingly replied, “It just means others have a faster investment eye than you!”

Dr. Chen sighed deeply.

Instead of heading to the airport, Dong Zhi went straight to the agreed-upon hotel. Long Shen had already checked in and was waiting for him in the hotel lobby.

Among the crowd, Dong Zhi’s eyes instantly found Long Shen. Sensing Dong Zhi’s gaze, Long Shen looked up, their eyes meeting.

Dong Zhi hastened his steps to greet him.

“Dong…Ge?” A voice nearby uttered uncertainly.

Turning his head in the direction of the voice, Dong Zhi saw a familiar face. He was puzzled for a few seconds, but quickly remembered. “…Zhang Xing?”


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PS: Zhang Xing is the girl who was with Dong Zhi at the beginning of the story, up on Changbai Mountain.


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Full Server First Kill Ch42

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 42: The So-Called Fate

The skeletal hounds raced across the snowy plains. Their bony claws tread on the snow’s crust, leaving behind only faint traces. Around the hounds’ necks, simple messages were tied with leather straps—

[In three days, the nightmare will end, and you will be sent to the outside world.]

[Once you leave this place, you will lose all memories of it. If you can accept this, please wait patiently. If you can’t, follow the skeletal hounds. Retaining memories comes with certain life risks. Please consider carefully.]

[Yours sincerely, Nameless Mage.]

Inside the cave, Teest stared at the massive shadow wolf—Nol was desperately scratching its neck. Its fur was so thick that the pitch-black soft fur engulfed Nol’s wrist. The shadow wolf purposely stretched its neck straight, seeming to enjoy it.

Not surprising, Teest thought. This beast probably had never been pampered by human hands before. Meanwhile, he was continually ruminating on the outrageous idea Nol had proposed.

“The laws don’t classify a severed head or a headless body as ‘life’; I’ve tried to prove this point,” Nol had said with a smile. “If an animal’s head is cleanly severed, the brain can survive for a while. In our world, some patients even freeze their heads.”

“Usually, there’s a time gap in beheading. I definitely can’t ‘rescue’ too many people at once. But after seeing your fighting, with your speed, we can help more trapped ones.”

Nol held out a hand to him, his eyes shining with pure joy. “Help me, Mr. Mad Monk.”

Honestly, Teest had mixed feelings. He wasn’t sure whether or not to take that hand.

He had decapitated many, mostly to shut them up quickly and occasionally for corpse styling. None of those times were out of “kindness”.

“So, when this space disappears and everyone is transferred outside, you’re going to attach their heads back to their bodies?” Teest muttered. “Honey, do you realize how absurd that sounds?”

“I’ll personally preserve those heads. Handling the bodies can be more rudimentary. It’s not much of an issue.”

Nol wiggled his fingers excitedly. “When separated, the individual isn’t deemed alive; but if the body still has vitality, resurrection magic can regenerate the dead tissue. These two spells have subtle differences in their criteria for ‘life’. It’s a brilliant loophole.”

Teest understood. Relying on the magical power he could draw from the dragon-skin notebook, Nol planned to use the “Great Recovery” spell en masse. As long as Nol ensured the vitality of the heads, he could reattach those poor brains to their necks.

Theoretically, it was feasible.

But Teest didn’t see what was so exciting about it.

He had met those saint-like good guys before, and Teest was quite certain that none of them would come up with such a bizarre and outrageous idea. Compared to Nol, the Mad Monk felt he lacked some creative insanity. Honestly, this made him feel a bit disheartened.

Teest even observed the expressions of the otherworldly couple, noticing they seemed even more speechless than he.

…Perhaps it wasn’t due to otherworldly influences, Teest pondered.

“In my opinion, your plan has a flaw.”

Teest shrugged his shoulders and smiled radiantly. “I don’t see how this benefits me, My Lord Mage—I did agree to be your knight, but a knight isn’t a servant.”

Nol’s smile grew wider, looking almost wicked.

“Of course there’s a benefit for you,” the lich whispered, as if sharing a significant secret. “Let me keep it a surprise for you, okay? You’ll love it, I promise.”

Nol now had body warmth; his warm breath brushed against Teest’s neck, raising faint goosebumps.

‘Alright,’ Teest thought with a smirk. He had to admit he was somewhat charmed.

However, the situation was tricky. The method was theoretically viable, but since no one had ever done it, there was no guarantee of success. Yet, Nol exhibited immense confidence, as if he had already foreseen the outcome.

“I have just one more question.” Teest tilted his face, maintaining his smile. “What if—you know, just what if—you fail? It would turn into a massacre.”

Nol’s expression froze for a moment. He blinked as if trying to comprehend Teest’s words.

“I won’t fail,” he replied a few seconds later.

“How do you know?”

“…Intuition?” Nol’s voice, like his upturned lips, rose slightly. “I just know.”

……

Soon, the fourteenth day of the quest arrived.

Dozens of other survivors came, most of them elderly. They guessed that there were more survivors further away, but most preferred to save their lives or simply didn’t believe the news about the skeletal hounds.

When they heard about Nol’s “beheading plan”, the number of visitors halved, leaving only a dozen or so.

Nol didn’t dwell on these details. In response to Teest’s curious gaze, he repeated his usual line—he wasn’t omnipotent or omniscient, so doing his best was enough.

The dawn sky began to brighten as everyone stood on the snowfield in front of the cave.

Led by Old Hunter, the group sat neatly. They took off their windproof hats and fur collars, exposing their fragile and wrinkled necks. The white wolf quietly stayed beside the old hunter, its fluffy tail almost blending with the snow.

Nol reached out and touched the heads of each survivor, applying a pain-relieving spell.

Teest followed closely. With his slender fingers dancing with snowflakes, thin golden threads appeared on the necks of the people. They were taut, forming a beautiful and icy web.

Even the white wolf had a golden thread around its neck.

The shadow wolf believed the golden thread was a rare item, and it didn’t have one. It lay discontentedly at the entrance of the cave, humming and hawing. In reality, the shadow wolf was too powerful, and Teest wasn’t sure he could behead it.

Besides, it had a special status and a not-so-good brain, so even if it lost its memory, it wouldn’t rush to attack everyone once outside.

After applying the pain-relieving spell, Nol returned to the entrance and stood beside the shadow wolf. His right hand gripped a letter opener while his eyes were fixed on Teest’s silhouette.

A group of elderly people in thick clothing sat in the snow, wrapped in spiderweb-like gold threads, while a handsome knight moved freely among them. Teest’s silver-white hair mixed with the snow, making the scene almost sacred—

At this moment, the infamous Mad Monk truly resembled a divine figure.

As preparations were about to be completed, the couple suddenly approached Teest. Rosen lowered his voice, probably using some spell because Nol couldn’t hear clearly.

……

“After we go out, we’re going to leave,” Rosen said, trying to catch up to Teest.

“So?”

Teest looked down at him disdainfully. “You lost the bet, so you’ll withdraw. Isn’t this what we agreed upon? If you want a farewell hug, I suggest you go to Nol.”

“Honestly, I’m not happy about this.” Rosen sighed. “But the facts are in front of us. We can’t help Nol with knowledge or combat… You’re indeed a better fit as his partner.”

“He was mine from the start; you two just came out of nowhere trying to steal him,” Teest stated matter-of-factly.

Rosen gritted his teeth, obviously trying to control his temper. After a while, he extended his hand. “Mr. Teest, I have a favor to ask.”

Teest crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. He knew the couple didn’t like him, and even now, there was a heavy guard in Rosen’s eyes.

“…I hope you don’t leave him alone.”

Rosen said, “I used to wish you’d stay away from him. Now, well, you might not be the best choice, but it’s better than Nol being alone.”

“My God, you have such a way with words. That’s not how you ask for favors,” Teest grumbled.

“That’s as polite as I get!” Rosen snapped.

“In any case, according to his arrangements, you’ll see him again soon. Then you can see if I’m still around.”

Teest waved him off. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get bored, die, or get eaten by a nasty lich. Anything can happen.”

“Then I hope you live long.”

Rosen rolled his eyes unabashedly. Julie, on the other side, was much more restrained. Dr. Zhu just looked at the survivors with a worried expression, sighing silently.

The sigh turned into a wisp of white mist, gradually dissipating in the air.

The couple stepped back, and Teest signaled to Nol, then gracefully curled his fingers—

The gold threads tightened abruptly, blood splattered, and a dozen heads fell to the snow. Almost at the same moment, Nol’s letter opener pierced the shadow wolf’s paw. Then, his staff pointed to the ground, and a magic array underneath lit up brightly.

The heads never truly hit the ground.

Mixed among the human heads was the head of the white wolf, all flying straight toward Nol. Something protruded from Nol’s spine—

Nol knelt down, his body burdened, and bent over. As the sound of flesh tearing resonated, an unusually thick spine emerged from his back. Like a deformed butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, a gigantic skeletal figure rose from Nol’s back.

The skeleton stood approximately five meters tall, its eye sockets blazing with blue fire. Tree-root-like fleshly tendrils wrapped around its bones. It spread its arms, clutching several severed heads tightly to its chest.

These fleshly tendrils swiftly extended, sealing the neck stumps and enveloping the severed heads. At first glance, the skeletal figure appeared to be holding a strange cluster of mottled grapes.

Below the heads, not a single drop of blood stained the snow.

The tendrils flowed over Nol’s body and sprawled across the snow. They quickly latched onto the decapitated bodies, reattaching the heads to their respective torsos.

Teest watched the bizarre and bloody scene with genuine appreciation. Time seemed to slow down several folds, making the moment feel both sweet and viscous.

How beautiful.

He didn’t even need to make any specific alterations. This man, manipulating life and death and mocking the laws of nature, built hope in this desolate place with his own blood and bones. Nol was the very embodiment of a work named “Blasphemy”.

Several system prompts sounded simultaneously in Teest’s mind. They overlapped, their tones shifting and their contents warping, sounding somewhat mad.

[The white wolf has been slain.]

[You have completed the hidden sub-quest: Night of the Hunt.]

[Now calculating rewards, rewards, rewards, rewards…]

[Core of the instance missing.]

[“Night of the Hunt” will close soon. Warning, “Night of the Hunt” will clo-clo-close…]

[You’ve killed more than 10 unarmed high-level instance creatures within 10 seconds.]

[You’ve achieved the Hidden Evil Achievement: Ruthless Tyranny.]

[Your attack power permanently increases by 10%; You cannot join teams with more than two players, teams…]

The ends of the prompts blended into a grating cacophony. The world trembled madly, and numerous white-lit fissures appeared in the air. Experience points from the quest and the killing of the Immortal Knights quickly poured in, allowing Teest to level up to 30.

Instinctively, Teest turned to check on Nol. But just as the thought arose, the world collapsed before his eyes.

It felt like stepping into thin air in a dream. The solidity of the snow beneath him vanished.

Without closing his eyes, Teest saw only chaotic darkness. After a dizzying sensation, he realized his cheek was against fresh green grass, its vibrant color almost hurting his eyes.

Is it over?

Before Teest’s thoughts could catch up, his body had already sprung up, ready for combat. Simultaneously, a powerful healing magic aura emanated from nearby.

Nol still carried the massive skeletal figure on his back, but the fleshy web on it quickly withered. The severed heads reattached to their respective bodies as the Great Recovery spell showered upon them like rain.

Teest moved forward a few steps and saw the hunter and the white wolf closely bonded.

The Mad Monk’s golden thread was neatly tied, and Old Hunter’s neck wound was clean, leaving only a faint bloodline. That bloodline faded under the Great Recovery magic, and Old Hunter’s chest started to rise and fall.

Immediately afterwards, Old Hunter shivered, suddenly sitting up from the grass. He turned to the side, coughing up a mouthful of blood, but his complexion visibly improved.

“What… How…” he muttered dazedly, unintentionally lifting his head.

It was a cloudless, beautiful day. The blue sky shone brilliantly through the dense green branches, clear and pure.

Old Hunter’s lips quivered as he embraced the still-dazed white wolf. Tears streamed down his face, soaking into his deep wrinkles.

“Blue sky,” he murmured, his face still in disbelief. “Blue sky…”

Teest quickly scanned the surroundings. The couple had already retreated according to Nol’s instructions, and those who chose to forsake their memories would likely awaken far away. Only about a dozen survivors remained nearby, along with… Nol.

Nol lay among the survivors, his mage robe tattered, revealing a bloody back—the magical skeletal figure vanished like a mirage, leaving behind a gruesome wound.

Whether from exhaustion or excessive magic exertion, Nol lay unconscious on the grass. His left hand clutched the dragon-skin notebook to his chest, while his right hand still held the Staff of Sacrifice.

Perhaps because there were outsiders present, Kando remained silent.

Hidden in the grass, almost entirely concealed, Kando’s single vertical eye stared at Teest, brimming with caution.

The shadow wolf sat dumbfoundedly beside Nol. It was unknown whether it retained its memories. Given the wolf’s intelligence, it was challenging to determine. At this moment, the huge creature stared dully at the lush green forest, its nose twitching wildly in the late summer wind.

It seemed that it would take a while for this creature to snap out of its trance.

“I might as well ask, Old Hunter, do you remember everything?” Teest asked without turning his head, squatting down to gently lift the unconscious Nol.

“I remember.” Old Hunter’s voice trembled greatly. “I remember everything… My name isn’t Hunter, it’s Jacob… I remember it all now, everything.”

“Oh,” Teest said calmly. “Old Jacob, you’re free now—take your white wolf and go wherever you wish. My companion needs rest; we’re leaving.”

“Wait!” The old hunter wobbled to his feet.

Stumbling, he approached Teest. The temperature around them rose, making the old leather coat even more pungent. Without being noticed, Teest subtly stepped back. The old man fumbled around his neck and pulled out a wolf’s tooth pendant.

The pendant, threaded by a silver chain, had a delicately crafted wolf’s tooth, which resembled a baby tooth. Time had given it a gentle, polished feel, and under the sun, it emitted a soft glow.

“This is its tooth… It’s been with me for fifty years. This is my most precious possession.” The old hunter held the pendant gently, glancing at the white wolf.

The white wolf, still confused and alert, stood by the hunter’s feet, baring its fangs at this unfamiliar yet warm world.

“I don’t care about destiny or fate anymore, but I should give you a token of gratitude,” the old hunter said somewhat bashfully. “Take it; it should be useful.”

Teest nodded indifferently and reached out to take the pendant.

As he did so, a blue system notification window eerily popped up:

[“Night of the Hunt” Item reward settlement completed.]

[Blessed Tooth: A unique pendant made from the “White Wolf’s” baby teeth, extremely rare. A dual blessing from the hunter and the wolf. The wearer becomes immune to all abnormal statuses.

※This item can be bound. Once bound, it cannot be traded.]

Teest froze for a moment.

“What would you think,” Teest finally turned to the old hunter, looking directly into his eyes, “if I told you that you are still under the manipulation of ‘fate’?”

“I don’t know what to say.” After pondering for a few seconds, the old man revealed a smile of almost pure relief. “The hunter helps the player, the player kills the white wolf, and the hunter gives a reward… This is the ‘fate’ of being a hunter. In essence, all these things have happened.”

Petting the white wolf’s head, the aged wolf looked up and gently licked the warm palm of the hunter.

“But even if the outcome is predestined, the process can be painfully hard. Human thoughts and attitudes can… differ greatly, right?”

Holding the pendant tightly, Teest adjusted his position, allowing Nol’s head to lean slightly on his shoulder.

“Perhaps,” he mumbled.

“You really are not likable,” the old man clicked his tongue, “but you’re young. Meeting someone like me early might be a good thing… Young man, now you know, even when faced with a fate set by the gods, resistance can still be meaningful.”

Teest, cradling the blood-covered Nol, with blood-streaked hair ends, didn’t reply. Instead, he flashed his usual smile.

“You’re not particularly likable either, old man,” he retorted. “You should go. I still have guests to attend to.”

Without waiting for a reply, Teest jumped onto a tree, holding Nol, and sprinted toward the edge of the forest, ignoring the bewildered survivors on the ground.

“I found you.”

A few kilometers away, Crimson revealed a bright smile.


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This arc isn’t over yet; let the furry ones sniff the new world a bit more! (?

Congrats to the two for another embrace! (?

Compared to Teest, Nol’s probably the type who likes hugs more…


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Qizi Ch10

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 10

“Ying Feng! Ying Feng, wait up!”

Ying Feng stopped reluctantly. When had he started to find this guy so clingy?

Just a moment ago, when Ying Feng was walking ahead, Ling Xiao was chasing him persistently. Now that the two of them were face to face, Ling Xiao seemed lost for words.

“Do you need something?” Ying Feng asked directly, implying that if not, he should leave.

Ling Xiao clenched his teeth. “Have you registered with Zhu Yue?”

Ying Feng furrowed his brows. “Registered?”

“You know, like… at Dr. Yao’s. For the coming-of-age ceremony.”

He spoke vaguely, and Ying Feng was puzzled.

“I don’t know.”

“So you haven’t registered?” Ling Xiao’s mood improved considerably. “Then how come I saw both of you coming out of the medical building today?”

“You’ve been following me?”

“Can’t I just run into you coincidentally?”

“Can’t we just meet coincidentally?”

Ling Xiao murmured, “It might be a coincidence for you, but maybe not for him.”

Ying Feng either didn’t hear clearly or simply ignored him. “You chased me down just to ask this?”

“Can’t I even ask?” Ling Xiao, trying to hide his awkwardness, rubbed his nose. “Have you and Zhu Yue tried it?”

“Tried what?”

Ling Xiao made a motion of cutting his finger. “Like last time.”

Understanding dawned on Ying Feng. “No.”

Ling Xiao was elated. “Why haven’t you tried?”

“Do I have to try with everyone?”

“You need to find your past life’s partner, right? What if you tried with everyone and still couldn’t find them?” Ling Xiao said, taking a bit of pleasure in Ying Feng’s predicament.

“Are you done?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been beating around the bush, but you have just one intention.”

“What?”

“You’ve run out of money for food, haven’t you?”

“I…”

“You can just tell me if you need to borrow some. No need to go about it in a roundabout way.”

Ling Xiao was stunned. Just then, his stomach growled quite appropriately.

Wait, this is the internet. How could a digital entity be hungry? Ling Xiao wondered. Indeed, in reality, he hadn’t eaten all day. But how did Ying Feng know?

“I saw your card balance last time. If you’re broke, don’t overspend.”

“Who says?” Ling Xiao retorted. “I have many friends. I can always mooch off someone for a meal. I don’t need your concern.”

In fact, he had been eating at Ping Zong’s and Lan Sheng’s for days using various excuses and was starting to feel embarrassed.

“Alright,” Ying Feng said, appearing relieved. “If you’re okay, then stop following me.”

Frustrated, Ling Xiao watched as Ying Feng walked away and disappeared from view.

It’s just money, right? It’s not like he earned it… Ling Xiao muttered to himself. To save up his allowance, he must be eating those cheap Mogu brand energy bread. The bread was cheap and filling, so money could be saved. That must be how it was.

Imagining Ying Feng munching on the energy bread, Ling Xiao logged off and found the delivery light on his transporter lit up.

A lit light meant there was a delivery. Thanks to technology, any online purchase would be delivered through this transporter. Even the unlocking device Zhen He gave to Ying Feng last time was delivered this way.

When the light was on, it meant that there was something inside. Thanks to the advancements in internet technology, any product purchased online would be delivered through the teleportation device. The last time when Zhen He gave Ying Feng the unlocker, it was also transferred to reality using this machine.

However, Ling Xiao clearly didn’t bring anything with him and couldn’t possibly have made any purchases with his card, so why would the teleporter’s light be on? Could it be Ping Zong or Lan Sheng? The three of them sometimes bought items online and had them directly delivered to one another’s addresses, but what could it be this time?

With confusion, Ling Xiao opened the teleporter, and to his surprise, there was an entire box of Mogu brand energy bread.

Staring at this unexpected gift, Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment. Only two people knew that he didn’t have enough money on his card to buy food, and obviously, someone as money-loving as Zhen He wouldn’t do such a thing.

With mixed feelings, he pulled out one of the packs and was immediately taken aback.

It was strawberry-flavored energy bread. The pink packaging emitted shyness from the inside out, and it was adorned with a picture of a young girl in a magic costume… This was clearly meant for girls to eat. Was Ying Feng teasing him on purpose?

Despite these thoughts, he hesitated for a moment, then opened the packaging, took a sniff, and bit into it.

Half an hour later, Ling Xiao lay contentedly on his bed, rubbing his full stomach, with an empty package beside him. The bag had a picture of a young girl in a pink dress, smiling radiantly.

Sure enough, when you’re hungry, anything tastes delicious… Ling Xiao thought to himself.

……

The next day, Ling Xiao woke up rejuvenated. The energy bread really sustained hunger well, as he didn’t feel any hungrier even after a whole night. From his estimation, one packet could replace a day’s consumption, and the amount Ying Feng bought for him was just right to last until the next stipend.

However, the thought of having to eat this for every upcoming day made Ling Xiao somewhat anxious.

On his way to the classroom, he encountered two twelfth grade seniors apparently bullying someone.

It was already wrong to outnumber and bully the weak, especially when Ling Xiao realized that the victim was his own classmate. He couldn’t just stand by.

“Hey,” the two senior students from Bikong Academy heard someone shouting from behind. Annoyed, they turned and laughed when they saw who it was.

“Look, isn’t this the one you fancied?” said the taller one, teasingly.

“It seems we’re meant to be,” replied the other. “Too bad he’s not ripe for the taking yet.”

The two snickered, and Ling Xiao, not understanding their conversation, leaped over, stepped on their shoulders, and landed beside his classmate.

“Hey, are you okay?” Although Ling Xiao came to help, he instinctively didn’t like the guy and wasn’t particularly friendly.

The last thing Zhu Xue wanted was a favor from Ling Xiao. He also harbored innate hostility towards him, so even though he was in danger, he still resented Ling Xiao’s interference.

“I’m fine,” he said, standing tall, not wanting to seem weak in front of Ling Xiao. The two seniors were clearly angered by Ling Xiao’s insolence.

“Hey junior, hasn’t anyone taught you to respect your seniors?”

Ignoring them, Ling Xiao turned to Zhu Xue. “What happened? Why are they bullying you?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” the taller senior snapped. “We didn’t provoke him. He suddenly came at us. How is this our fault?”

“Exactly,” the shorter one chimed in. “You should control your classmates.”

“How dare you!” Zhu Xue stepped forward indignantly. “Who was it that said they couldn’t find anyone of their own grade to their liking, and that the tenth graders are about to awaken, so they should take advantage and take their blood while they’re still ignorant?”

“So what if we said it?” The taller one smirked. “Did we mention you? With your skill level, even if you begged me, I wouldn’t care.”

“You may not have mentioned me, but targeting Ying Feng is off-limits!”

“Ying Feng?” Ling Xiao interjected, having pieced things together. “These guys dared to set their sights on Ying Feng?”

Zhu Xue kept silent, and Ling Xiao deduced even worse possibilities. “Am I involved in this too?”

The shorter one smirked. “I don’t want to fight you now. Wait till you awaken, and I promise I’ll ‘take care’ of you.”

Annoyed, Ling Xiao finally realized he was being coveted by such disgusting people. “We don’t have to wait. I’ll ‘take care’ of you right now.”

By the end of his sentence, the shorter one had already received two punches, and he didn’t even see how Ling Xiao made his move. The taller one joined the fray, but Ling Xiao, an expert in close combat among the tenth graders, held his own even against two seniors.

While Ling Xiao was powerful, fighting two opponents wasn’t easy. After dozens of rounds, neither side had the upper hand. The seniors were getting embarrassed; losing to a tenth grader would look bad. At Bikong Academy, fighting wasn’t against the rules or shameful, but losing was.

Considering this, they threw all pretense out the window, exchanged a look, and drew their daggers. Now Ling Xiao was at a disadvantage, as he didn’t carry a dagger out of laziness. He was now unarmed against two armed opponents, and he soon suffered some injuries.

Watching anxiously from the sidelines, Zhu Xue, despite his disdain for Ling Xiao, couldn’t just watch him lose. He drew his own dagger and lunged at the taller one.

But he was too slow and weak. The taller one easily dodged and only had his clothes slightly cut.

“You weakling, dare to challenge me?” Enraged by Zhu Xue’s audacity, the senior feinted at Ling Xiao and lunged at Zhu Xue with his dagger raised high.

Zhu Yue let out a startled cry, fearfully closing his eyes. However, after waiting for a long time, the anticipated pain didn’t come.

He cautiously opened his eyes a crack. In front of him, a hand tightly gripped a knife’s blade. Blood dripped down from the dagger, falling to the ground. Beneath his feet, there was a patch of dark red.

“You really drag me down.” Ling Xiao spat out through clenched teeth. Suddenly, he exploded with power, as if transformed, defeating the two attackers with ease. Zhu Yue was stunned. Was this Ling Xiao’s true strength?

The tall one had already been knocked down. Seeing the turn of events, the shorter one turned to run. Without a word, Ling Xiao chased after him, and both disappeared in an instant.

Zhu Yue was still in a daze when the fallen foe shakily got up. Seeing only Zhu Yue left, the man charged at him in rage. He had been thoroughly beaten by Ling Xiao earlier, and now, with his anger boiling over, he seemed determined to tear Zhu Yue apart. Startled by this aggressive onslaught, Zhu Yue could only swing his dagger wildly, trying to fend off his attacker.

“Enough,” a deep voice suddenly interrupted. Zhu Yue trembled, as if hearing something incredible.

When he looked up, it was Ying Feng standing in front of him, and the aggressive senior had vanished.

“Where did he go?” Zhu Yue cautiously asked.

“I drove him away.”

“But I…” Zhu Yue cried out in alarm, realizing he had accidentally cut Ying Feng’s arm in his blind flailing.

“It’s just a small wound. Don’t overreact,” Ying Feng chided.

“But,” Zhu Yue said uneasily, pointing to the bleeding cut, “It’s bleeding.”

Ying Feng dismissed the minor injury and turned his attention to Zhu Yue. “Your fighting skills are pitifully weak. You’re a disgrace.”

Feeling ashamed, especially after being criticized by someone he admired, Zhu Yue lowered his head. His gaze fell upon the wound he had caused. A trickle of blood ran down Ying Feng’s arm, over the back of his hand, and lingered at the fingertip for a moment before dropping to the ground, close to the spot where Ling Xiao’s blood had fallen.

“Ah!” Zhu Yue screamed again, dropping the dagger in his hand with a clang.

“What are you screaming about?” Yin Feng asked impatiently.

Zhu Yue covered his mouth, pointing at the ground, looking as if he had witnessed the most horrifying scene in the world.

Following his gesture, Ying Feng looked down. Beside the blood that had already seeped into the ground, a new bloodstain was slowly spreading, merging with the old one, creating an alarming red trail on the ground.

Had Ying Feng not previously read Tai Yin’s research diary, he would have thought something supernatural was occurring. In contrast, the uninformed Zhu Yue was far from calm; his face was pale and his expression horrified, as if he had seen a ghost.

The mingling of the blood finally ceased, indistinguishable from each other, just as described in Tai Yin’s diary.

Suddenly, Zhu Yue felt a sharp pain in his shoulders as Yin Feng tightly grasped them.

“Whose is it?”

“What…what?” Zhu Yue was confused.

“The blood on the ground,” an unusually tense Ying Feng questioned. All the composure he had maintained over the past ten years seemed to evaporate in that moment.

“Why don’t you first tell me why this happened?” Zhu Yue inquired.

The pain in Zhu Yue’s shoulder intensified, a result of Yin Feng’s increasing grip, making him cry out in pain.

Ignoring Zhu Yue’s question, Yin Feng demanded, “Tell me, whose blood is on the ground?”

Zhu Yue bit his lower lip and responded, “It’s my blood.”


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Sendoff Ch93

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 93: Kill Formation

Inside the Grand Pavilion, the firelight flickered, while outside, the cold wind blew in dust. The mist in the Zongwu Mountains refused to disperse. The brightly lit Grand Pavilion was squeezed into the valley, as if it were a mirage floating from somewhere. The stench of corpses and the fragrance of wine from inside the building were dispersed by the wind, which made Su Si’s tense heart finally relaxed a bit.

Shi Jingzhi, the fake elder, was eye catching, so fortunately, no one paid attention to the servants. He and Yan Qing could still have the chance to go out for some fresh air. However, apart from taking a breath of fresh air, they had more important things to do—Shen Zhu was outside the Grand Pavilion investigating the surrounding area, and they needed to exchange information with her to avoid exposing their plans and ending up with no escape route.

According to the agreement, Shen Zhu should be waiting near the entrance of the valley after completing her investigation. However, after passing the red lantern at the entrance, there was no sign or signal nearby, not even a single sparrow feather.

With no other choice, the two had to wait where they were.

Su Si leaned against the stone wall and looked at the desolate Zongwu Mountain, exhaling a breath heavily. “They say that the Chigou Sect is the number one demonic sect, and the Ling Sect is the second. The two are like water and fire. But just now, I felt that the Chigou Sect seemed a bit innocent.”

The Ling Sect was lax and only consumed Yan Budu’s fortune. Their strength was vast, and their ambition couldn’t be exhausted in a short time. The Chigou Sect, on the other hand, lost its persistence, but it strictly governed the sect and ambitiously sought to rise. The two could be considered evenly matched in the martial world, but the Ling Sect took the principle of “having no shame” to the extreme, unlike the Chigou Sect, which managed to maintain a reputation in both righteous and evil.

Su Si had only regarded Matron Wuxue as badmouthing their opponents, but now he thought back to her words and found that she wasn’t entirely wrong.

Yan Qing absentmindedly made a sound, seeming a bit distracted.

“What are you thinking, San Zi? Feeling overwhelmed suddenly from meeting your relative?”

That Yan Zheng also had a pair of ghost eyes and didn’t look too old—perhaps only a year or two older than them. It wasn’t strange that Yan Qing was momentarily dazed; apart from his biological father, he had never seen any other “relatives” before.

Little did he know that when Yan Qing spoke again, the topic would jump to something tens of thousands of li away. “Don’t you think he looks a bit like Senior Yin?”

“Huh?”

“His gaze.” Yan Qing was used to his ghost eyes and was uninterested in other people’s expressions. He was more concerned about what was behind their eyes. “When I first met Senior Yin, he also gave me that feeling—I can’t describe it, but he seemed indifferent to everything, as if he had no interest in anything.”

Su Si thought about it for a while and found it to be true. The danger level of the Kushan Sect and the Ling Sect was equally high, but Sect Master Shi didn’t miss any of the seven emotions and six desires. He could still see through people’s intentions. Yin Ci seemed more like a pool of ink, and nobody knew what was hidden underneath. If he had to say what he feared the most, Su Si was even more afraid of Yin Ci.

However, recently, their Senior Yin seemed to have experienced some kind of stimulation and had lost that gloom, gaining a bit of liveliness. When Yan Qing mentioned it specifically, Su Si could finally match the memory.

…But this Yan Zheng, was he really indifferent?

During his time in the Chigou Sect, Su Si had learned a bit about Yan Zheng—Yan Zheng’s parents were killed by Taiheng, and when he was around fourteen or fifteen, he was brought back to the Ling Sect by Chai Xin. He had above-average talent but rarely appeared in front of others, always obediently manipulated by Chai Xin.

But Yan Zheng was willing to be the Patriarch, which definitely meant he had his own purpose. After all, the strength of a demonic sect was paramount, and being a puppet Patriarch wasn’t an easy role. Chai Xin wouldn’t force him into that position. If Yan Zheng really had no ambitions, he could have casually taken up the position of an elder, enjoying life without causing any trouble.

The current situation, no matter how he looked at it, seemed to be collusion between two parties, right?

Su Si had no favorable impression of the Ling Sect, and he wouldn’t mince his words. “Indifferent to everything, but he still caused trouble for us earlier? Now, they’ve called back members from all over, and it’s obvious that they are still up to their thieving ways and can’t wait any longer.”

Yan Qing, with a good temper, said, “Hmm, maybe I misjudged him. I just…”

He suddenly stopped, holding up the Sword of Compassion wrapped in cloth. Su Si immediately guarded Yan Qing’s back, and the butcher knife glinted with a cold light in the night.

There was hostility.

The hostility flashed past, thin as a strand of hair, but it was enough to make the hairs on the backs of their necks stand on end.

The hostility undoubtedly targeted them, and although it lacked murderous intent, its imposing presence was enough to be shocking. If it were the Ling Sect’s demonic cultivators who had discovered their identity, they wouldn’t have played such a roundabout game. The problem was that apart from major sects like the Ling Sect, Taiheng, and the Chigou Sect, there were also quite a few smaller sects and lone cultivators trying their luck in the vicinity. They were newcomers here and didn’t know which powerful figure they might have disturbed.

Did the other side mistake them for Ling Sect’s lackeys, or did they find out that they were from the Kushan Sect?

Su Si was experienced in escape. When he didn’t see anyone, he grabbed Yan Qing. “Things are not good. Let’s head back to the Grand Pavilion first.”

As he was about to take a step, an arrow shot towards them with a piercing sound. This time, the hostility was filled with murderous intent, like a warning—if they dared to go back, they would be immediately pinned to the stone steps.

At the same time, a strong hostility emerged near the Grand Pavilion, presenting a perfect encirclement. Now they were completely trapped, unable to advance or retreat. Su Si hadn’t fully recovered from his surprise when he saw a figure stumbling towards them—

It was Shen Zhu.

Shen Zhu’s face looked grim, with an arrow stuck in her shoulder. She gasped for breath as she grabbed Yan Qing and quickly hid behind him, as if she had found a lifesaving straw. “Good Brother, help Sister block them!”

Before Yan Qing could react, Su Si twisted his waist, using the butcher knife to slice through another arrow that was shot towards them.

The disciples of the Yueshui Pavilion were adept at investigating and exploring, and their qinggong was passable. Based on Shen Zhu’s reaction, it was difficult to judge the opponent’s level. Who knew what Shen Zhu had encountered outside while scouting, which made her this anxious.

However, considering the current situation, the opponent seemed more intent on preventing them from escaping back to the Ling Sect than outright killing them. And they happened not to be members of the Ling Sect, which meant there might still be room for negotiation. The three of them exchanged glances and, together, activated their qinggong, rushing into a secluded corner shrouded in thick fog.

Once they were far away from the grand pavilion, Shen Zhu pulled out the arrow with a grimace. “I say, this warrior, since I saw you just now, why not reveal yourself openly?”

The moonlight illuminated the light mist, and the valley was silent.

Shen Zhu’s face was pale as paper, but there was no trace of weakness in her demeanor. She finally managed to steady her breathing and raised her voice. “We’ve had a few exchanges just now, can’t you see? If we were members of the Ling Sect, we would have rushed back to the Grand Pavilion without hesitation.”

“Yeah, if you were from the Ling Sect, you would have been shot dead by me at the entrance just now.”

A deep voice converged into a line and was transmitted to them.

“That footwork just now… disciples from the Yueshui Pavilion? You better mind your own business. Stay with me for an hour or two, and I won’t hurt you.”

Su Si snorted and immediately changed his voice to that of a young girl, saying crisply, “It’s bad enough to bully a defenseless girl. And now you want me to accompany you for an hour or two at this late hour? Shameless!”

With this sudden change, the person opposite was caught off guard and released a breath. Su Si seized this momentary pause and swiftly closed the distance, rushing towards the source of the breath. He struck without mercy. The butcher knife’s cold light flashed as he aimed for the person’s throat, but the attack was halted by two fingers in mid-air.

The person easily intercepted the strike with just their strength.

The person wore a mask, carried a longbow on their back, and had dirty animal skin finger guards on their hands. Seeing that his attack failed, Su Si tried to retreat, only to find that the butcher knife was firmly clamped by the person’s fingers. Su Si had never suffered such a setback. He immediately changed his tactics, using his fingers to aim for the eye holes of the person’s mask—

But he hit empty space.

The person exclaimed and took half a step back, easily avoiding Su Si’s attack. “Not bad, kid. Quite sneaky. You were the one pretending to be a woman just now, weren’t you? No wonder a little girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere.”

There was no tension in the person’s words, but instead a hint of admiration. Su Si had thought that being in close combat would give him an advantage, but unexpectedly, he hadn’t even touched the person. Despite not being young anymore and having a significant wound on their waist, the person still wielded their bow like a sword, putting up a good fight without revealing any weakness.

“Your approach doesn’t seem like that of the Yueshui Pavilion. Let me think… Could you be from the Chigou’s Red Scorpion Foot?”

The masked person saw through Su Si’s background with just a few words, his voice carrying a deeper sense of amusement.

With Shen Zhu’s safety confirmed, Yan Qing joined the battle with his sword. Several moves of the Jade Chime swordsmanship were executed, and the masked person seemed pleasantly surprised. The butcher knife and the swings of the sword were powerful, yet the masked person was able to hold his ground against the two of them without showing any weakness.

This battle felt like a quagmire; the more they fought, the deeper they seemed to sink. The masked person probably used only about twenty to thirty percent of his strength initially, seemingly probing for their abilities. Several incense sticks had passed, and far from showing fatigue, the masked person became even more stable, instilling fear in the hearts of the two.

However, they still didn’t know his intentions.

Faced with this unexpectedly powerful opponent, Su Si couldn’t help but feel anxious. “Shen Zhu, who is this person?”

Shen Zhu clicked her tongue. “This person is using the Fog Tomb Formation to hide and is preparing a large-scale formation nearby. I sensed some subtle fluctuations in qi and followed them, coincidentally discovering him drawing the formation… It’s my fault; I wasn’t swift enough in retreating, and he noticed us.”

Su Si smiled wryly. Although Shen Zhu blamed herself, they both knew that this person’s strength was beyond measure. Even if it were Su Si, trained as an assassin, he might not be able to escape unscathed. Shen Zhu was originally here to scout the surroundings and happened to run into him.

To avoid any accidents, she even brought along Lord Bai, but who knew if the goose was lazing around somewhere.

Creating and activating a large-scale formation wasn’t a simple task, and it took time. The masked person was probably worried about Shen Zhu leaking information, so he chased her here, taking the opportunity to deal with the three of them as well.

Yan Qing closed his eyes, gradually calming himself down. He used his large sword to block the masked person’s longbow and said straightforwardly, “Senior, your gentle approach doesn’t seem like that of someone from a demonic sect. We can swear here that we won’t reveal your secret.”

“Young man, you’re not bad, but unfortunately, I’m not from any reputable sect, so I don’t believe in oaths.” The masked person sighed. “But if I swear not to kill you, will you come with me?”

He asked but didn’t intend to wait for an answer.

A wave of imposing momentum surged, not expanding but echoing in the confined space. This time, the masked person didn’t hold back; Su Si immediately spat out blood and was pushed back several steps. Yan Qing’s large sword hummed and vibrated, making his hands numb. He wanted to counterattack, but Shen Zhu held his sleeve.

She let out a light hum with a calm expression. “Alright, we are no match for this person. Engaging in a direct fight might alarm the Ling Sect. It’s better to follow him for now. He hasn’t harmed me so far, and his words might carry some weight. Since we’ve encountered him, let’s treat it as fate.”

Su Si: “…It’s all because you lured him here!”

Shen Zhu smiled openly. “What comes around goes around. As long as we survive, we won’t worry about not having a chance.”

With half a warning in her words, Yan Qing sighed and quietly released his grip on the Sword of Compassion, hiding it in an inconspicuous crack between the stones.

Not long after, the three members of the Kushan Sect were strung together and brought into the Fog Tomb Formation.

The location of the person’s formation wasn’t far away, amidst a rugged and strange rock formation, making it extremely difficult to find. The masked person sealed the three of their acupoints and firmly tied them to the side of a giant stalagmite. He then used blood and ink to meticulously draw runes, fully focused on the task.

Su Si was bored to the extreme, so he lowered his voice and asked, “What about my goose?”

Shen Zhu moved her injured shoulder and replied, “I let it go in time; it’s fine.”

Although the three of them could speak, the masked person wasn’t far away, so they couldn’t have a proper conversation. They could only watch the complex formation emit flickering, dim light with anticipation.

Fearing they might escape, the masked person refused to even tie them far from the mist’s edge. He specifically took out a Fog-Evading Pill and fed them some crushed powder to prevent them from being affected by the Fog Tomb Formation.

The Fog-Evading Pills that the Kushan master and disciple hadn’t acquired yet were now tasted by their subordinates.

Su Si suffered a small loss, but he wasn’t too anxious. The masked person didn’t seem to have any intention to kill them. If their lives were in danger during this trip, Lord Bai would surely come to find them. Although he didn’t know what the masked person was planning, the formation didn’t seem to target the Kushan Sect specifically. In any case, since they had nothing better to do, he couldn’t help but closely observe the situation.

The formation looked like it took at least seven days to be almost complete. Its power had begun to manifest; the green grass nearby withered and turned black with the slightest touch, crumbling into powder. There were numerous dead insects on the ground, lying on their backs with only empty shells left. The air inside the formation was thick with murderous intent, making it difficult to breathe.

Su Si felt that something was off and furrowed his brow slowly. “This is… a battle formation?”

At this time, most sects were resting in their own territories. The majority of the foreign sects were scattered, and there weren’t many masters present who could deal with a large-scale battle formation.

Yan Qing quickly reacted, and his face turned a bit pale. “The Ling Sect’s Grand Pavilion?”

The Ling Sect was usually disorganized, with its elders wandering around. But now, after the clues about Zongwu Mountain were revealed, not only were all the elders gathered at the main branch, but most of the side branches were also congregated in the Grand Pavilion. If they were attacked right now, half of the Ling Sect’s members would be destroyed in an instant.

Setting up a battle formation wasn’t an easy task, as the fluctuations in the formation’s qi were easily detectable in normal places. However, this was Zongwu Mountain, where many ancient formations remained, constantly humming in chorus. Now, the Ling Sect had set up the Fog Tomb Formation, covering everything with mist, even hiding the unnatural signs, making guarding the formation unnecessary.

If this was indeed a battle formation targeting the Ling Sect’s Grand Pavilion, Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci might still be inside there.

Yan Qing was extremely anxious, wishing to break free from the acupoint restraints right away. He gritted his teeth and tried to lower his voice as much as possible. “Shen Zhu, can your sparrow… Shen Zhu?”

Shen Zhu didn’t respond.

She stared fixedly at one corner of the formation, as if her soul had been drawn out of her body. After a long time, she managed to speak, her voice filled with incredulous shock.

“This is not an ordinary battle formation; I recognize this type of formation.”

She then shouted at the masked person with a shrill and deeply resentful voice.

“You lunatic! Do you want to kill half of Zongwu Mountain?!”


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Lord Bai: What do you mean by “lazy”? I took her there, didn’t I? I took her there, didn’t I?


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Sendoff Ch92

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 92: Protection

There was an unexpected sincerity in the original play act between master and disciple, which didn’t seem that distracting. Who would have thought that this place would be as chaotic as a market, yet Yan Zheng could still pick them out at a glance.

On the other hand, compared to the ragged and strange “monkeys” around them, the two of them were a bit eye-catching.

Shi Jingzhi took advantage of his “drunkenness” and shed the sentimental look, reverting back to the appearance of a seasoned old trickster. He took a deep breath and put on a flattering smile, playing his role perfectly. “Patriarch, I am Huo Changying, one of the elders of the Boshui branch. I am fortunate to be summoned by the Patriarch to come and assist with whatever you need, be it strength or just a single gesture.”

After speaking, he even imitated Huo Changying’s mischievous smile perfectly. The awkwardness from before disappeared, and even Yin Ci couldn’t help but admire the performance.

The real Huo Changying’s manner was pretentious, able to deceive others as easily as squeezing pig fat to produce three jin of lard*. Shi Jingzhi wasn’t as skilled in that regard, but he could imitate perfectly without adding much effort, which was enough to impress Yan Zheng.

*Metaphor referring to something done with enough time and effort can yield significant results or benefits, just like the process of simmering pork fat can obtain lard, which takes time but eventually produces a substantial amount of valuable product.

Seeing this reaction, Yan Zheng’s eyelids twitched. He looked at Shi Jingzhi with suspicion, doubting his own judgment. He hesitated for a while, and before he could speak, another person took action–the elder who had been observing Shi Jingzhi before suddenly stood up and flicked his sleeves. A sinister qi swept across the entire hall, causing everyone to become even more silent.

This person was elderly with grizzled hair. One of his eyes was covered with a black patch, and he had a long face that was wrinkled like a pickled radish. When this person released his qi, Yan Zheng instinctively shut his mouth and quietly froze in place.

From the difference in status alone, this person was the Patriarch of the Ling Sect.

Seizing this opportunity, Shi Jingzhi quickly sat back down. He hugged Yin Ci, as if embracing a human-shaped reassurance pill, and relaxed again. Yin Ci quietly assessed the one-eyed old man, who resembled a pickled radish, considering the current situation.

This person’s name was Chai Xin, the previous Patriarch of the Ling Sect. Chai Xin’s appearance was unremarkable, but his martial skills were indeed outstanding, ranking among the top five in the martial world. After Yan Zheng appeared, Chai Xin readily “stepped down” and became an elder.

Chai Xin’s action wasn’t driven by any sense of loyalty or righteousness, as the Ling Sect’s members hardly shared that sentiment.

It was simply because the martial world still existed, and villains were constantly emerging. Yan Zheng could be considered the pinnacle of those villains, and his Ling Sect was more of a symbol of faith than a sect. As long as the Ling Sect remained, the lunatics had a backbone to rally around. Now that the Ling Sect had a new Patriarch with ghost eyes, it solidified the lunatic’s “faith” even further.

Yan Zheng was more like a living summoning banner for evil spirits rather than a living person. The position of the Patriarch attracted constant assassination attempts from righteous sects. Chai Xin tightly controlled Yan Zheng in his hands, and life as an elder was probably more comfortable than when he was the Patriarch.

Just like now, Yan Zheng was put on display as a signboard while Chai Xin spoke first.

Listening to Chai Xin’s tone, one could easily mistake him for the true Patriarch. “This Old One has received news that the fat donkey from the Jianchen Temple has become roasted donkey meat, and the old turtle from the Taiheng Sect has also met his end. Now that the Holy Hierarch’s bloodline has appeared and the Shirou clue is also on Zongwu Mountain, it is a perfect opportunity with favorable timing, geographical advantage, and the unity of the people to restore our Divine Sect to its former glory!”

The people below cheered uproariously, their shouts of “Long live our Divine Sect” ringing in everyone’s ears. Shi Jingzhi also followed with a couple of shouts, looking the part.

Chai Xin raised his hands to quiet the crowd and then changed the topic. “Even though this Old One cannot let go of the Taiheng matter, relying on the sect’s size and power alone to stir up trouble on Zongwu Mountain is excessive. Some of the reckless small sects have also received the news and are coming to try their luck. You all should go and clean up those ignorant little things, behead a few, and claim your rewards.”

Shi Jingzhi grumbled, “Just to deal with some lackeys, do we really need to call back the elites from all over?”

Yin Ci understood his doubt.

Huo Changying might not count as a serious elite, so it was questionable to mobilize them just to deal with external enemies. The members of the Ling Sect weren’t as obedient as those from other sects. Besides the newly appointed Elder Huo, who was still a greenhorn, the other elders with some personality probably wouldn’t be willing to move if they were merely ordered to do so.

As if he had heard something, Chai Xin continued after a while, “As for the ‘Shirou’, this Old One also investigated it back at Huilian Mountain. Unfortunately, the Sword of Compassion was taken by the sneaky thieves from the Kushan Sect. Luckily, the Holy Hierarch favored us and hid the good stuff in our backyard. Let those fools fight over the map! The Holy Hierarch must have other arrangements—”

The cheers from the crowd below grew even louder, and the table nearby was jolted, nearly spilling drinks on the master and disciple.

Seizing the momentum, Chai Xin pushed the atmosphere in the hall to its peak. “I mentioned it earlier, and I’ll say it again—whoever finds the item left by the Holy Hierarch related to the ‘Shirou’ can take half of it!”

‘Seems like he’s talking about something genuine,’ Yin Ci thought. Even if Elder Chai really managed to encounter the Sword of Compassion, he would probably lose ten years of his life from getting beaten up by the sword on the spot. Yin Ci turned his head and looked at Yan Zheng, who was still expressionless. When he heard the word ‘Shirou’, he didn’t even lift his eyelids.

Interesting. Back when they fought Zheng Fengdao, the man was all about being “interested in the Buddha beads”, and he even got the Corpse Recovery Group, a direct subordinate of the Patriarch. Now it seemed like he’s interested in something entirely different.

Since the ‘Shirou’ was involved, it wasn’t surprising that the elders from all over were willing to rush over. They could earn some credit to stay at the main branch, and they could also try their luck with the legendary elixir of immortality, so why wouldn’t they do it?

A slight movement from Shi Jingzhi interrupted Yin Ci’s thoughts.

He had a joyful expression on his face, but his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Taking advantage of the chaotic atmosphere around them, he pressed his lips against Yin Ci’s cheek and stopped by his ear, whispering, “A’Ci, do you have any plans later? I want to talk to you about something.”

Unsure if it was to get back at him for the earlier teasing, Shi Jingzhi’s breath was warm and gentle. His words brushed against Yin Ci’s ear like heated silk. Yin Ci glanced at the self-taught brat and smiled faintly. “You already have me, there’s no need to be so polite.”

As expected, the aura of Sect Master Shi wavered for a moment.

At this late hour, Elder Chai’s passionate persuasion finally came to an end, and he went to rest. The members of the Ling Sect weren’t in a hurry either; they continued to drink and revel, making the scene unbearable to watch. Shi Jingzhi forced himself to play the role of an experienced disciple for a while, then, using the excuse of “the spring nights are short-lived*”, he dragged Yin Ci out of the hall.

*(春宵苦短) Idiom referring to the fleeting nature of enjoyable or romantic moments. It conveys the idea that pleasant experiences, especially those of love or romance, are often brief and pass by quickly, leaving a sense of bitterness or regret due to their transience.

Although Elder Chai had left, Yan Zheng remained seated in his original spot. Yin Ci was extremely careful not to meet his gaze. Yan Zheng’s eyes seemed to wander, intentionally or unintentionally, and it was unclear what he was planning.

It was only after they left the hall that the feeling of being pricked by thorns disappeared completely.

Inside the Grand Pavilion of the Ling Sect, there were many guest rooms, most of which were occupied haphazardly, and the accumulated dust in the vacant rooms was almost three feet thick. After sending the two servants to meet with Shen Zhu, Shi Jingzhi reluctantly leaned against the wall—it wasn’t that he didn’t want to lie down, but he suspected that the bed used by the Human Shaped Coffin in the Ghost Tomb was cleaner than this place.

Yin Ci, on the other hand, shed that facade of bonelessness. He crossed his arms and looked at Shi Jingzhi, who was deep in thought.

Shi Jingzhi wasn’t a timid person. If it were an ordinary discussion, he wouldn’t have sought out a secluded place. The last time he wore such a serious expression was when they discussed the matter of the “Children of Desire”.

Thinking of the matter of the “Children of Desire”, Yin Ci’s heart sank even further.

In the past, the old Yin Ci would have been delighted to encounter a new “pleasure”, not knowing how thrilled he would be. But now, this trouble had to fall on Shi Jingzhi, and Yin Ci couldn’t help but wish that Shi Jingzhi was just a poor fellow with some strange illness, so that no force would be interested in him.

The current problem was clear enough—the “Children of Desire”, destined for a short life due to their excessive desires, was deliberately created as part of the so-called “Hundred-Year Project”. Perhaps every generation of the Imperial Preceptor was aware of it.

However, this puzzle was far too secretive, and even Yin Ci had never come into contact with it. If Shi Jingzhi had dutifully pursued survival, they shouldn’t have touched this layer. The origin of the formation in the blood of the Children of Desire, and for whom the Hundred-Year Project was established, were things that couldn’t be clarified in a short time. Not to mention clues like the flesh idol; Shi Jingzhi himself couldn’t understand his own illness.

The life of Sect Master Shi was hanging by a thread, and he could only investigate while trying to stay alive. He didn’t dare alert the enemy too early. Currently, their main goal was still the Shirou, and they had already reached a consensus on this matter.

Thinking about this, Yin Ci leaned against the door and asked, “What did you want to say just now?”

“Elder Chai’s attitude is too proactive. According to him, he’s very certain that there are clues at Lonshi’s grave—not speculation, but something he has found from another source. It seems that Yan Budu didn’t just hide the clues in Yuanxian Village; there might be hints in other places as well.”

Shi Jingzhi stared at the dimly lit guest room and spoke slowly.

“Yan Budu set up the Shirou not to pass it down properly. Previously, when I thought he created a ‘key’, it was just a prank for the final moment. Even if no one found the key, or even if the Shirou didn’t exist at all, it would still fit his style… But now, looking at his design, it seems like he’s afraid people won’t discover it.”

Yin Ci smoothly continued, “If Yan Budu wanted to play with the martial world, he doesn’t need to complicate things by setting up ‘a competition for the Shirou’ like this.”

Just dealing with the fourteen treasure map Buddha beads was enough trouble, and snatching a specific key was just the same as going around in circles.

Given Yan Budu’s level of madness, there was nothing surprising about whatever he did. But now that they knew about the conspiracy of the Children of Desire, and with Shi Jingzhi bringing it up, Yin Ci also detected a hint of something unnatural.

“Exactly.” Shi Jingzhi nodded, sounding more concerned. “The Queen of Milan even revealed the secret of the ‘Hundred-Year Project’ before she died. Yan Budu had actually interacted with immortals, yet he left behind nothing but a farce and chose to die straightforwardly?”

“Are we really looking for the ‘key’, and not something else? Is the ‘Shirou’ we’re searching for really just an elixir of immortality?”

Hearing this, Yin Ci didn’t know how to respond.

Shi Jingzhi’s life was dwindling day by day. If they traced the clues of the Shirou to the end and discovered something else hidden in this matter, it would be too cruel. Yin Ci had thought about this possibility before and had privately considered other ways to save Shi Jingzhi. However, he had kept silent and never brought up this topic.

Because that was almost the only lifeline left for Shi Jingzhi.

The desire of the Children of Desire was boundless. He had gone crazy even when something as simple as a “disciple” went missing, not to mention his own life. Just being cautious about the Shirou consumed a considerable amount of Shi Jingzhi’s courage.

As if sensing Yin Ci’s concerns, Shi Jingzhi smiled and said, “It’s nothing. A’Ci, let’s treat this as a sand table. If one is too focused on a single leaf, they might miss the grandeur of the entire Mount Tai.”

A single leaf could obscure the entire Mount Tai, but that single leaf is your own life.

What desires has this person locked onto? Saying he has no worries or fears, can he truly be without worries or fears?

Yin Ci let out a sigh and changed the topic. “Daydreaming is useless; let’s unlock the spell on the Sword of Compassion as soon as possible and find the ‘key’ first.”

“That’s actually what I wanted to say as my second point. Thanks to Senior Chen’s guidance, I’ve already unlocked it on the way here. Yan Budu focuses solely on martial arts, so his spellcasting skills aren’t that difficult to crack—covering the Sword of Compassion with human blood reveals the newly added inscription.”

“Why are you only saying this now?” Yin Ci’s voice deepened a bit.

Because of his immortal body, Yin Ci wasn’t afraid of the Fog Tomb Formation. As long as he knew the location, he could retrieve the “key” himself. They didn’t need to go through the trouble of pretending to be members of the Ling Sect—he didn’t want the concern that Shi Jingzhi exchanged for his own lifespan, nor did he need it.

“Because it has nothing to do with Venerable Kongshi’s gravesite; it seems to have another purpose. Previously, when we obtained the stone sword, we thought it could help find the location, but that was just an assumption.”

There was more than one clue pointing towards the Jianchen Temple, yet the Sword of Compassion was taken by the Kushan Sect. Now it was a mess; the whole martial world was convinced that there were crucial clues there, and they were all rushing to find the grave of Venerable Kongshi, afraid of others getting there first.

Yan Budu could still play with everyone in the martial world even after being dead for a hundred years, which made Shi Jingzhi sigh.

“Besides the spell carved by Venerable Kongshi, there’s only one newly added inscription on the sword. You’ve seen that inscription before; do you remember the white jade hairpin I snatched and gave to you? …It’s just a simple protection spell, nothing else.”


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Bu Tian Gang Ch165

Author: 梦溪石 / Meng Xi Shi

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 165

Waste text was a script for communicating with ghosts and deities, and there wasn’t just one type. There were several, with different versions for ghosts, monsters, and gods. Today, some unknown families may still passed down these scripts, but almost no one understood them in their entirety. Dong Zhi only started to grasp them after reading the notebook from Long Shen, and then hearing more about waste text from him.

Upon hearing the term waste text, Captain Yin had no particular reaction, but Chang Qing exclaimed.

“It’s the script that communicates with the spirit world?”

Dong Zhi nodded. “Can you read it?”

Chang Qing: “No, but I sensed you could, so I pretended to be surprised for your sake.”

Dong Zhi: …

He turned to Captain Yin. “Have you searched the library and the victim’s family home?”

Captain Yin: “We have, including the cafe the victim frequented. No one has seen the book.”

He added, feeling somewhat frustrated, “The book doesn’t seem related to the case at all, but we found this inconsistency during our investigation. We’ve been stuck and just want some answers.”

Dong Zhi understood. “Sometimes, an initially irrelevant clue may later become pivotal. Have you looked into the person who borrowed the book before Su Huan?”

Captain Yin: “We did but found nothing substantial. The victim had a simple family background, and the person responsible for his car accident had no connection to him. It all seemed accidental, but there’s one odd detail. The library’s records show that he borrowed the book but never returned it. Friends and family claim they never saw the book. Yet, strangely, the book was later borrowed by Su Huan, which means—”

Dong Zhi interjected, “The book returned itself.”

Captain Yin nodded, running a hand through his thinning hair with a bitter smile. “Right. If not for that, we wouldn’t have thought of bringing you in.”

Dong Zhi said, “You take the lead on the case. I’ll follow the book’s trail.”

Although the Special Administration Bureau had the authority to take over a case midway, Dong Zhi had no intention of usurping Captain Yin’s efforts. Grateful for Dong Zhi’s consideration, Captain Yin now looked at him with newfound respect. “Thank you, Director Dong.”

The two shook hands.

Dong Zhi said, “I’d like to visit the crime scene and then the library where the victim worked. You can just assign an assistant to guide me.”

Captain Yin promptly agreed and had a young detective named Xiao Zhao assist Dong Zhi throughout the case.

Xiao Zhao, new to the force, was intrigued by the Special Administration Bureau, observing Dong Zhi with a mix of curiosity and restraint, clearly wanting to ask if he could show some magical tricks.

At this moment, Kan Chaosheng returned, first giving Chang Qing a disdainful look, then handing Dong Zhi the information he had gathered.

Upon close observation, Dong Zhi realized that Chang Qing hadn’t lied. Chang Qing’s master had credentials as a Taoist priest and had always been practicing deep in the Taibai Mountain. Chang Qing had followed his master since childhood, and although he grew up in modern society, he was mostly isolated from modern civilization. It was not until his master advised him to venture outside that he traveled from Shaanxi to Huai’an, getting into various humorous situations along the way. This also explained why he had never heard of the Special Administration Bureau.

Clearing him of suspicion, Dong Zhi said to Chang Qing, “If you can assure me that you won’t act rashly or hurt Kan Chaosheng, I can unshackle you. But you must stay with me for the next few days until this case is closed.”

Chang Qing, puzzled, asked, “Now that monsters can roam freely and even join government agencies, won’t that blur the lines between humans and monsters and create chaos?”

In front of Xiao Zhao, Dong Zhi didn’t want to elaborate. As it was lunchtime, Dong Zhi asked Xiao Zhao to take them to a nearby restaurant. While Xiao Zhao was ordering food, Dong Zhi told Chang Qing, “As I’ve said, as long as one abides by the law and morality, any species can live in modern society. Apart from Kan Chaosheng, there are many others like him in the Special Administration Bureau. We have special duties, like another domain of public servants.”

Chang Qing nodded. “I understand.”

He glanced at Kan Chaosheng and said, “I’m sorry.”

Kan Chaosheng sneered and turned away, ignoring him.

When Xiao Zhao returned, they stopped discussing monsters. After lunch, they arrived at the residence of Deng Bin and Su Huan, which was the murder scene that was sealed off by the police. The body had been removed, but the bloodstains remained. It looked chaotic, and had any of Deng’s family been present, they would’ve been terrified. Yet none of the four individuals, including the childlike Kan Chaosheng, seemed affected.

Xiao Zhao explained, “The rest of the place is clean. Only the living room was the scene. The victim didn’t struggle much. The blood appeared after her death when her heart and brain were extracted.”

After examining the scene, Dong Zhi found no anomalies, especially no familiar demonic qi, implying Su Huan’s death might not be related to any demons. He asked, “After Su Huan’s death, where did Deng Bin go? Did you check the surveillance?”

Xiao Zhao looked uneasy. “The footage shows him leaving the underground parking elevator. But there’s a blind spot after he exits, and we couldn’t find any more footage of Deng Bin until we located him at the club.”

Dong Zhi asked about the timestamps for Deng Bin at the club.

Xiao Zhao said, “No issues there. He was seen entering and exiting after the crime.”

Dong Zhi noticed that Xiao Zhao seemed to have more to say, so he remarked, “If you have any opinions, feel free to share.”

Xiao Zhao hesitated. “In fact, all the clues are pretty clear. Deng Bin is indeed the prime suspect. That illustration book or whatever it is, has nothing to do with the case.”

In other words, he didn’t think this case would have any mysterious or supernatural twists. It was just a typical case of a broken marriage, where an enraged husband committed murder. The act of extracting the heart and brain, though gruesome, wasn’t unprecedented in murder cases. It just showed that Deng Bin had a dark soul, was cold-blooded, and possessed an antisocial personality.

Just then, both Dong Zhi’s and Xiao Zhao’s phones rang almost simultaneously. Dong Zhi answered and saw his master’s name on the display. Despite being at a crime scene, a smile tugged at his lips.

“Master.”

“It’s me.” The familiar voice of Long Shen said, “I saw the pictures you sent. Those waste texts might not have a specific meaning.”

“What do you mean?” Dong Zhi asked.

Long Shen elaborated, “It doesn’t point to a particular meaning. It’s like a random combination of Chinese characters. But I guess it might be a talisman written in waste text, meant to seal the book.”

“So, there might be something in the book?”

“Maybe. The pictures are blurry, and I can’t see clearly. Be careful. I’ll come over later.”

Dong Zhi wanted to say more but felt it inappropriate given the company. He was about to hang up when Long Shen made a remark, causing Dong Zhi to blush and end the call quickly. He noticed Xiao Zhao looking anxious.

“What’s wrong?”

Xiao Zhao looked nervous; a reaction unexpected from a trained professional. Hearing his next words, Dong Zhi understood the concern.

“The book… it’s back!”

Dong Zhi and his team had initially planned to inspect the corpse. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, they hurriedly left the crime scene and headed to the library.

The book Xiao Zhao mentioned was an illustration book once borrowed by Su Huan before her death. After Su Huan’s death, the book disappeared. The police had checked the library and found no record of the book being returned. But just recently, a librarian, while arranging new books onto the shelves, accidentally discovered the book.

Since Captain Yin had shown them a photo and inquired about it previously, the librarian immediately recognized it and notified the police.

When Dong Zhi and his team arrived at the library, the book was already taken out separately, waiting for them on an office desk.

Chang Qing, upon seeing the book, exclaimed with surprise.

Dong Zhi asked, “What’s wrong?”

Chang Qing stopped Kan Chaosheng from reaching out to touch the book and frowned, saying, “I thought I saw a vague shadow moving on the cover, but when I blinked, it disappeared. I don’t think I was seeing things.”

Kan Chaosheng retorted with disdain, “What you’ve said is as good as saying nothing!”

Chang Qing stated seriously, “I have an innate intuition about supernatural beings. This book must be related to one.”

But when Dong Zhi opened the book, everyone was stunned.

It was completely blank, with no content.

“Could it be written with invisible ink?” Xiao Zhao speculated. “Or maybe, a glow-in-the-dark one?”

“No.” Dong Zhi touched the pages. They didn’t feel like paper but more like fabric, an odd texture.

“Did we find any record of the book’s donor or buyer?” he inquired.

Xiao Zhao shook his head. “No record.”

Chang Qing suddenly leaned closer and sniffed. “Do you smell that? A scent coming from the book.”

Xiao Zhao replied, “It’s sweet, like a perfume. I thought it was the fragrance from the librarian who greeted us earlier.”

Kan Chaosheng sniffed vigorously. “It has a fishy scent.”

Suddenly, a wild thought occurred to him. “What if the murderer is hiding inside the book?”

A thought struck Dong Zhi. “Where are the surveillance photos of Deng Bin leaving his house after the murder? Bring them quickly!”

Xiao Zhao was puzzled, but seeing Dong Zhi’s urgency, he drove back to retrieve them.

Half an hour later, Dong Zhi, looking at the photos, took a deep, chilling breath.

“Is there something special about the photos?” Xiao Zhao leaned in, still noticing nothing.

Dong Zhi pointed at the image of Deng Bin and said, “He has no shadow.”

There should have been a light near the entrance of the surveillance area. The dim light at the time was casting a slanting light on the doorway. As Deng Bin came out of his house, hands in his pockets, walking naturally, in every single sequential photo, Deng Bin had no shadow.

Xiao Zhao felt more than just a chill in his heart; he began to question his entire worldview and beliefs that he had held for decades.


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Qizi Ch9

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 9

If one were to say that Yao Tai’s words offer these soon-to-be awakened fledglings another possibility for their coming-of-age ceremony, Zhi Shang’s supplement was undoubtedly a shot of confidence. Many hesitant couples were now resolved to embrace this pivotal moment in life in a peaceful manner.

Among them were Lan Sheng and Ping Zong. By the time Ling Xiao got the news, the two had already registered at the school infirmary, waiting for their awakening period to formally conduct the coming-of-age ceremony.

“Have you two really decided on this?”

“Yes,” Ping Zong replied with a smile. “I willingly offer my heart’s blood to be his Qizi in this lifetime.”

“I’ll use the rights and abilities I gain to protect him.” Lan Sheng’s words were already bearing the demeanor of a Qizhu. “I’ll never use my position as a Qizhu to oppress him.”

Hearing this, Ling Xiao felt a pang of emotion, full of genuine blessings and envy.

“Hey, are you too moved to speak? I can understand the pain in your heart as a single guy,” Lan Sheng teased, poking Ling Xiao’s face and bursting his emotional bubble.

“Forget it, you two prioritize romance over friendship.” Ling Xiao wiped away non-existent tears. “After you finish your ceremony, you’ll be promoted, heartlessly leaving me behind.”

“That’s why you should try harder. We aren’t the first to register. Many have reported to Dr. Yao before us. The academy will likely see a batch of graduates soon.”

“It’s not that fast. Didn’t Dr. Yao mention that even after the ceremony, both parties must be confirmed physically and mentally sound before being allowed to graduate?” Ping Zong said with a hint of worry.

“What could possibly go wrong?” Lan Sheng waved dismissively. “You’re overthinking.”

“Huh?” Ping Zong noticed two figures in the distance. “Isn’t that Ying Feng and Zhu Yue? Did they also go to the infirmary to register?”

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao turned quickly and indeed saw the two emerging from a white building, which was the Bikong Academy’s medical building.

Ling Xiao’s heart skipped a beat, and he didn’t catch what Lan Sheng said next.

“Why are you spacing out?” Lan Sheng nudged him.

“Oh, nothing…” Ling Xiao averted his gaze. “I just remembered something. I need to leave.”

Ling Xiao left swiftly, leaving Lan Sheng and Ping Zong exchanging puzzled glances.

“Why did he leave so suddenly?” Lan Sheng was perplexed.

“What did you just say? Blood collection?”

“Didn’t you see the notice at the entrance of the infirmary? Everyone has to give blood for some research.”

Ping Zong sighed. “Why didn’t you mention it earlier?”

Lan Sheng slapped his forehead. “I forgot as soon as I turned around. I think Ying Feng and Zhu Yue must be going for blood collection. I just don’t know what Ling Xiao is up to.”

Before Ling Xiao could even think of a proper excuse, he was already standing outside the medical room. He hesitated, unsure how to convey his intention to Doctor Yao.

Doctor Yao, may I know if my classmate, Ying Feng, has registered?”

Asking such a privacy-invading question would probably not yield an answer.

How many students in our class have registered for the coming-of-age ceremony?

Doctor Yao would probably reply, “Mind your own business.” This approach seemed unlikely to work.

As Ling Xiao was pondering over his options, someone interrupted his thoughts.

“Young man, are you here for Dr. Yao?”

Following the voice, Ling Xiao recognized the uniform of a nurse.

“Ah? Oh, yes,” Ling Xiao stammered in response.

“She’s not in the medical room right now. You might have to wait.”

Ling Xiao’s anxiety eased a bit. “Oh, do you know where she went?”

“I just saw her heading to the rooftop. Maybe she needed some fresh air.”

Ling Xiao nodded in thanks, and the nurse left.

The rooftop… Ling Xiao looked up, thinking maybe he could indirectly inquire by making casual conversation. He quickly went up to the rooftop but didn’t see the person he was looking for.

Was the information wrong? Or had she already left? Just as Ling Xiao was about to turn back, he heard a familiar voice coming from a hidden direction, separated from him by a wall.

Why would they talk in such a secluded corner? Curious, Ling Xiao moved closer to the wall, hearing the conversation even clearer.

“You’re back to work so soon. Can your body handle it?”

Ling Xiao was surprised. Had Dr. Zhi Shang come to the academy?

But he quickly dismissed the idea. The voice sounded distorted, more like it was coming from a communicator. So, Dr. Yao was communicating with her Qizi… Ling Xiao remembered what Lan Sheng had mentioned earlier about eavesdropping on a private conversation. He wasn’t sure if he should continue listening.

“I’m fine.” Dr. Yao’s voice sounded weary. “Thankfully, the base has the most advanced medical equipment. The side effects of the second generation were beyond my expectations.”

“You can’t be reckless like this again,” Zhi Shang emphasized. “Even though you’re my Qizhu, I hope you’ll respect my decisions.”

Dr. Yao chuckled but didn’t comment. Realizing his words might be in vain, Zhi Shang sighed, softening his tone.

“I mean it. You always abuse your privileges. It happened before, and it’s happening now.”

Ling Xiao was very curious about what “before” referred to. Dr. Yao began, “This time, I injected a semi-finished product of the second generation. Afterwards, I used the strongest purifier and lay in the medical pod for two hours. After resting under your meticulous care for an entire night, I still felt unwell.”

“Back then, when Teacher was desperate, he would inject several times my dosage. After a physical confrontation with the military, he escaped injured with nothing. No medication, medical equipment, and with a fledgling who loathed him by his side…”

Zhi Shang remained silent from the moment she started the old story.

“Do you think… Teacher is still alive?”

After an awkward silence, Dr. Yao changed the subject. “Forget it. How are things on your end? Did you find out the cause of the malfunction? Was it accidental or intentional?”

“We found the cause. An intern caused a command conflict while setting the program. Although it was human error, it wasn’t intentional.”

“That’s good. I believe Yu Quan wouldn’t do what you suspected.”

“Yes,” Zhi Shang admitted with a hint of guilt. “The previous incident was too coincidental, and I lacked trust in my subordinates. Thankfully, I only mentioned this suspicion to you. After the last event, combined with his nature, Yu Quan already has difficulty gaining trust. I can’t let him fall into a predicament again.”

He paused, then continued, “In any case, we once studied under the same mentor. In a few days, I plan to apply to the military department again to end his probation period and promote him to a full-time researcher.”

Yao Tai nodded in agreement. “It’s about time. He’s been an assistant for quite a while. If it drags on any longer, I might become the principal.”

Her joke lightened Zhi Shang’s mood. “How’s your principal lately?”

Yao Tai sighed. “Same as always. However, his recent approach of gentle mobilization has yielded good results. Combined with your cooperation, several pairs of students registered this morning, expressing their willingness to follow your example and donate blood voluntarily.”

This seemingly uplifting news, however, only deepened Zhi Shang’s worries. “Actually, ever since I made that statement, I’ve been reflecting on whether what we did was right.”

“It’s not your responsibility,” Yao Tai responded sternly. “I was the one who ordered you to do it.”

“The thought of those trusting fledglings, realizing the truth isn’t as rosy as I painted it when they undergo the coming-of-age ceremony…”

“Stop overthinking,” Yao Tai sharply interrupted, yet she couldn’t prevent him from finishing.

“…I regret it. Is it really right for us to deceive the children this way?”

Unbeknownst to Yao Tai, Ling Xiao, who had eavesdropped on the entire conversation from behind the wall, hardly dared to breathe. Only when he was sure that Yao Tai had left did he slowly relax.

What was happening? Alarming thoughts rang in Ling Xiao’s head. He felt he had inadvertently heard something he shouldn’t have. What had the doctor deceived them about?

Having forgotten his original reason for seeking Yao Tai, Ling Xiao thought of consulting someone. After some consideration, only one person came to mind.

“So, you came to ask me?” Zhen He lay leisurely on his luxurious recliner, looking as comfortable as could be. He didn’t even lift a finger when Ling Xiao entered.

Internally, Ling Xiao criticized; Zhen He was nothing like the person he first met. If he’d shown his true nature from the beginning, probably few would’ve sought to do business with him.

Without waiting for an invitation, Ling Xiao picked a chair and sat down. “Aren’t you an intelligence officer? Don’t you know more than others?”

“It’s true I am an intelligence officer,” Zhen He drawled lazily. “But do you still have money?”

Ling Xiao was displeased. “I gave you an entire month’s allowance.”

“So?” Zhen He replied matter-of-factly. “If you can’t pay, why bother asking? I run a small business here, no credit.”

“You’re such a…” Ling Xiao was at a loss for words. “People like you… nobody must like you. No wonder you haven’t reached adulthood yet.”

Zhen He fixed him with a creepy smile that sent shivers down Ling Xiao’s spine.

“Forget it. Just pretend I didn’t say anything.” Ling Xiao felt instinctively that it was better not to offend this person. “Do you have someone you like?”

“Yes,” Zhen He responded very directly.

Ling Xiao was surprised that he admitted so readily. “Where is that person now?”

“They don’t want me.” Zhen He’s gaze shifted to the distance. His reply seemed unrelated to the question. “If I truly had someone with mutual affections, I wouldn’t engage in any coming-of-age ceremony with them.”

“Why?” Ling Xiao was taken aback.

“Because those coming-of-age ceremonies are all lies. Two people who truly love each other shouldn’t be together because of such a formality.”

Ling Xiao perked up his ears. “The doctor said she deceived us, and you’re also saying the coming-of-age ceremony is a lie. What does the real coming-of-age ceremony look like?”

Zhen He shook his head meaningfully and simply made a hand gesture resembling asking for money, causing Ling Xiao to deflate immediately.

“I’m starting to understand why the person you love doesn’t want you.”

Zhen He didn’t seem embarrassed at all. “Thanks for the compliment.”

“We have another visitor.” Zhen He clapped twice. “Welcome.”

Ling Xiao was surprised because the visitor was Ying Feng.

“Are you here for him too?” Ling Xiao asked.

Ignoring the question, Ying Feng flicked something towards them. “I came to return this.”

Zhen He caught it with a smile. “Well done, boys. Did you find what you were looking for?”

Just thinking about the two droplets of blood on the windowsill made Ling Xiao grunt in displeasure.

Ying Feng seemed in no mood to linger. After returning the unlocking device to Zhen He, he turned to leave. Seeing him go, Ling Xiao immediately jumped up from his seat. “Wait!”

Zhen He played with the unlocking device Ying Feng returned, watching the two of them leave with a playful look in his eyes.

“Interesting.”

He twirled a ring on his finger, which turned out to be a secret communication device that conveyed messages in a very special way, even avoiding military signal interception.

“Yo, the former Chief Researcher,” he greeted irreverently the elder who had lived for more than four hundred years longer than him.

The man in the projector responded coldly, “I told you not to call me that.”

“Alright, Lord… Tai Yin,” Zhen He thought for a moment and added a suffix. “The research materials you left in the lab have been successfully copied.”

“Well done.” Tai Yin’s mouth softened a bit.

“It’s all thanks to our inside-outside cooperation. I’m surprised it didn’t raise any suspicion. But I don’t understand. If you have an informant at the base, why not have them send the data directly? Why the need for such a roundabout?”

“You don’t understand the base’s management. It seems open, but it’s actually very strict. Internal staff can’t bring anything out. Only people outside the base can, and students are the least suspicious.”

“I see. So we should also thank Bikong for arranging such a perfect field trip. It seems the school doctor, who proposed this idea, has a deep connection with Lord Tai Yin?” Zhen He hinted.

Tai Yin ignored him. “I’ll handle the surveillance footage from the base. This has to be done without leaving traces; it’s not time to expose anything yet. As for the ones you chose, you’re responsible for them. Don’t let them say what they shouldn’t.”

Zhen He tossed the unlocking device—more precisely, a memory stick—into the air and caught it repeatedly. “Of course, even they themselves are still in the dark. I believe they can’t say anything. Speaking of which, I think any one of them is a rare talent. I really hope one day…”

He caressed the shell of the memory stick. “…They can fight alongside us.”


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Little tip: The Qizhu may not necessarily be the gong/T, but can also be the shou/P.


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Full Server First Kill Ch41

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 41: Abnormal

Once the enemy attacked, the hunter’s cabin would be the first target. Before the storm, Nol led the others to the cave of the mountain ruins.

Outside the cave, the snow was flying heavily, but inside, a bonfire was burning, making it warm. The place was somewhat equipped for living, sheltered from the wind, and perfect for hiding.

The last time they visited, the three embracing bodies had vanished. Not long ago, they leaned against the hunter’s cabin save point and, along with other bodies, turned to ash.

Now, the stone bed was occupied by an old white wolf, quietly lying on its pelt, its body rising and falling slowly. Its mouth rested on Old Hunter’s thigh while the hunter quietly maintained his crossbow.

Nol leaned against a blank wall, using a white stone as a pen, calculating something over and over. Rosen and Julie watched for a long time but couldn’t understand even half a symbol.

The black candle tears wrapped around Nol’s left wrist, causing his left hand to vanish into thin air, which created quite an eerie sight.

Rosen turned to his wife and whispered a recap, “So, if Nol uses the letter opener to hurt the shadow wolf, this instance will be destroyed, and everyone will be free.”

“…But Old Hunter and others will lose their memories of the past fifty years. I don’t know if our memories will be affected.”

“Most likely not,” Julie whispered back. “According to Nol, we have incomplete player privileges and won’t be treated like regular NPCs.”

“He doesn’t have much time left,” Rosen said, expressing his concerns. “Even if we don’t kill the white wolf, there aren’t many days left in the fourteen-day limit.”

Click. Nol’s writing hand stopped. The symbols on the rock wall twisted and formed a huge magic circle.

“Mr. Hunter, please try this.” Nol picked up “The Complete Recipe Book”.

“Another test? It’s the fifth one, isn’t it?” Hunter carefully moved his thigh from under the wolf’s mouth. Although he complained, his tone had improved significantly since the beginning.

He cooperatively stood before the magic circle. Nol took a deep breath and cast a spell—

The magic circle’s light had barely illuminated for a few seconds before it started to flicker unstably. In a heartbeat, they exploded into fragments. The cave darkened rapidly, leaving only scorch marks on the rock wall.

Another failure.

‘How troublesome,’ Nol thought. “Erasing the memories of sentient beings from an instance” was clearly not an original mechanism of “Tahe”. It was added later by someone else.

Nol had tried isolating the existence of Old Hunter, backing up his memories, or disguising him as a non-living object. All attempts ended in complete failure—his magic would be disrupted and fail as soon as it started.

Nol had recalculated from various angles, and there was no flaw in his magic itself.

To use a modern-day analogy, it was as if a “higher authority program” detected the NPC’s intent to detach and forcibly terminated Nol’s command.

Although the “Tahe’s” system recognized Nol as the creator, he was still powerless against the newly added rules.

Nol lowered his right hand. Having been constantly calculating for so long, the tips of his fingers had turned even paler, stained by the white stone powder.

“…If it really doesn’t work, let’s give up.”

Old Hunter sighed heavily and sat back beside the white wolf.

“I’m already over seventy and don’t have many years left. Even if I had family and friends before I came here, they’re probably not alive anymore… For the outside world, whether I exist or not doesn’t make much difference.”

“I’m not that important, young man,” Old Hunter concluded bitterly. “Meeting you all and having this adventure at my age, I’m already luckier than all previous hunters.”

“I just want to ask you one question. Please answer according to how you feel, not whether it’s valuable or not,” Nol said. “Hunter, do you really want to keep your memories?”

Old Hunter’s hand paused as he was stroking the white wolf, pressing slightly harder against the soft white fur.

“Do you even need to ask, cheeky brat?” he rasped.

“That’s my reason then,” Nol said with utmost seriousness.

It seemed that he couldn’t directly solve the old hunter’s problem. If there was another way, no, another loophole…

Suddenly, a wolf howl came from outside the cave. The white wolf immediately perked up its ears and stood up.

It was the howl of the shadow wolf.

The shadow wolf always lurked near the white wolf… After a long time, it came looking for them again.

Damn it. Nol knew it wasn’t over. Gripping the Staff of Sacrifice, he was about to rush to the entrance when a massive claw stopped him.

It was Julie’s paw.

“I’ll go with Rosen to deal with it,” Dr. Zhu said. “From now on, we have to part ways. The two of us need to adapt to a real fight in advance—you don’t have to intervene. Just tell us what we need to be aware of.”

Rosen nodded vigorously. “If something goes wrong, we’ll call for help. At that point, you can just help us recover.”

The words “But you might be in mortal danger” nearly slipped out from Nol, but he swallowed them back. After all, who among them wasn’t facing danger?

Nol carefully examined the couple. Their attributes flashed through his mind as he rapidly calculated the various possibilities of the upcoming battle. The shadow wolf had been injured earlier, so it surely wasn’t at full health. If the couple focused solely on defense, the probability of success was more than 10%…

“I understand. Let me briefly explain its mechanics.”

After a dozen seconds, Nol threw several protective spells at the cave entrance, then quickly elaborated, “The shadow wolf is a special creature that exists only in this instance. In principle, it cannot be defeated.”

“According to its settings, the shadow wolf values its life highly. If its health drops to between 50% and 70%, it will retreat on its own…”

……

After the couple left, the cave seemed even more vast. Nol selected another piece of white stone and began another round of calculations. From night to dawn, from afternoon to evening, as the day was about to pass, he couldn’t grasp any new insights.

Indeed, rules imposed by outsiders were hard to counter… If only he had more information…

Wait a minute. Haven’t the couple been gone for too long? Their presence was still nearby, but as Nol decided to step out, there was a sudden tremor. The realism of the environment faded for a moment, and Nol acutely perceived an odd disturbance.

At the same time, a mournful howl from the shadow wolf echoed nearby.

Quickening his pace, Nol rushed out of the cave. On the snowy field not far away, he saw the scarred shadow wolf and the panting couple.

The evening grew darker, and all three creatures on the snow were stained with blood. The shadow wolf’s old injuries hadn’t healed, making its movement cumbersome. Now, with new wounds and blood matting its dark fur, it looked utterly pitiful.

Its health bar was already around 40%.

…Why hasn’t it left? Doesn’t it cherish its life? …Is the decreased realism of the instance related to its core being “overly damaged”?

Just as Nol was about to rush forward, he halted. Reflected in his blue eyes, the shadow wolf quietly turned its gaze to Nol, its tail gently swaying.

……

The shadow wolf had been in deep slumber for a long time—so long that it lost track of time.

It didn’t enjoy sleeping; it loved running through the forests. It loved the feel of the wind through its fur and the sensation of tearing warm flesh with its fangs. It cherished every feeling of being alive.

It was always happy. However, it had a vague sense that something was missing from its joy. This feeling made it howl at the moon, though it wasn’t clear who it was calling out to.

Yet, the shadow wolf was clear about its fate—

It knew that it had to protect the only white wolf.

It wasn’t difficult; the shadow wolf loved the scent of the white wolf. It smelled similar—a familiar and warm scent.

Maybe the white wolf was its kin, the shadow wolf thought. Even if the white wolf was small and fragile, it didn’t matter. As long as the shadow wolf was awake, it would protect it.

It also knew that the “players” with a distinctive scent were annoying. They would kill its white kin, so it had to drive them far away.

But this time, the white wolf was odd. It was always with the despised “players”, yet miraculously remained unharmed. The shadow wolf, not being good at thinking, tried hard but couldn’t figure it out.

Until a recent battle.

It saw the black-haired “player” wielding a knife, killing a larger “player” who had been bullying it. In that moment, it smelled that familiar, comforting scent.

Just like the white wolf.

It made sense! The shadow wolf realized. No wonder the white wolf was always with the “players”; they belonged to the same group. The black-haired “player” wasn’t a real player at all, but a wolf with a scent somewhat similar to a “player”.

They looked different and were of varying sizes, but that didn’t matter. They surely were its family. They smelled so alike.

Without waiting for its wounds to heal, the shadow wolf began to run. It dashed through the woods and over the snow, feeling pain but also an unprecedented happiness. They were its kin. The shadow wolf stubbornly believed that it was strong and thus destined to protect them.

…Then monsters stood in its way.

The battle seemed endless, with blood turned into thin ice by the cold wind. The shadow wolf knew it should retreat, but it remained still. After an indeterminate amount of time, its kin came to greet it.

Enduring the pain, the shadow wolf wagged its tail joyously at Nol.

In the large wolf’s eyes, its black-furred kin stood still, emitting a faint scent of sorrow.

“Stop,” Nol told the couple. “Rosen, heal yourself and your wife first.”

He forced down any potential tremor in his voice.

The shadow wolf, as a boss designed for this dungeon, should be a cold mechanical entity. Yet, at that moment, Nol didn’t feel any hostility from the wolf.

Compared to the hunter and the white wolf, the connection between the shadow wolf and the system was tighter. When Nol used system privileges to “ban” Jack, the wolf might have sensed something. Those crimson wolf eyes stared at him, their gaze puzzled but gentle.

…So you’re also a “real life” being, right?

[Young man, both humans and wolves are social animals. Tell me, why are only we waiting here alone?] Old Hunter once asked him.

He was mistaken; they all were. Waiting here alone, it wasn’t just the hunter and the white wolf… The shadow wolf was also part of this dungeon. How could he have been so wrong?

Suppressing the quiver in his voice, Nol couldn’t hold back a bitter smile.

Not long ago, Nol had even thought of teaming up with Teest to try and kill the shadow wolf. It was a strong and rare dungeon creature. Maybe he could acquire a powerful skill and significantly boost his attributes.

…This isn’t a game—not a game. He always easily forgot that.

Amongst the puzzled looks from the couple, Nol stepped on the thick snow and slowly walked towards the shadow wolf. Its tail wagged even more noticeably. Seeing Rosen and Julie stopping, it even sat down on the soft snow, panting heavily.

Hesitating, Nol reached out his hand. The wolf lowered its massive head, gently nudging Nol’s hand with its nose.

It’s a bit cold,’ Nol thought.

After a careful sniff, the wolf initially bared its fangs, then hesitated and cautiously licked Nol’s fingers.

Nol sighed deeply and gently placed his hand on the wolf’s blood-soaked wounds. The glow of healing magic lit up, the wounds on the shadow wolf gradually healed, and the health bar above its head soared rapidly. Its black fur became soft and fluffy once again.

The wolf let out a joyful whimper and affectionately nuzzled Nol’s hair.

As its health bar filled up, everything in the dungeon became solid and real again.

Rosen had also healed his wounds by now. Stunned, he stared at the scene. “Brother, what are you doing…”

“It looks like I have another friend to save.” Nol didn’t avoid the wolf’s affectionate gestures. He tiptoed to pat the giant black wolf’s head. “Thanks to it, I’ve thought of a good plan.”

……

After dealing with the Immortal Knights, Teest didn’t immediately look for Nol.

First, he darted into the forest, hunted two plump deer, skinned them, and grilled the tenderest parts into juicy steaks. After all this, he even fashioned a small bouquet from pinecones and needles, tying it to the package of venison.

If Nol was angry at him for cutting off their [Telepathy], Teest would just stuff his mouth with this food. Even the angriest person would appreciate good food. Once Nol softened, Teest was confident he could win him over—

Compared to the numerous victims he had duped before, his lich husband was among the simplest.

Having planned everything, Teest happily headed for the cave. Soon, the familiar entrance appeared in his sight—

Strange, why is it so dark inside the cave? 

Why are there two red dots in the darkness? 

Ah, the shadow is opening its mouth… It has its tongue sticking out and is drooling… Why is the Shadow Wolf blocking the entrance?!

Teest took a sharp breath, wondering if he was too late and Nol and the others had been devoured by the shadow wolf.

Such a tragedy; it’s so sad. It seems these deer steaks will only serve as…

“Teest?” Nol’s head peeked out from the dense black fur. “Don’t stand at the entrance. Come in.”

Teest stared at that head, opening and closing his mouth. It wasn’t until the wolf drooled a waterfall that he weakly asked, “Honey, do you have some special attraction to monsters?”

“That’s why I attracted you.” Nol tried to clear away the wolf fur. “It’s okay. It won’t bite you… I think. I suggest you give it the food first.”

Teest lifted the pinecone bouquet from its paper wrapping with a dry laugh. The shadow wolf opened its wide mouth and swallowed the paper along with the roasted venison. Conscience of heaven and earth, that paper bag was just enough for one bite.

“For you,” Teest thrust the pinecone bouquet into Nol’s hands.

“…What do you mean?”

“I suddenly lost my ‘Telepathy’. I guess you’d care,” Teest said innocently. “So I thought, a little gesture of goodwill was necessary…”

Nol looked amusedly at the bouquet for a while. Later, he carefully hung it on his bag. “Thanks for your little gesture. It’s cute. But honestly, you don’t need to be so constrained.”

“…Oh?”

“I know you’re the ‘Mad Monk’. You must have a basket full of things you don’t want me to know,” Nol said solemnly. “You respect my privacy, and I certainly have to respect yours—since you’ve actively severed the telepathy and it wasn’t broken by someone else, I don’t mind.”

Teest carefully squeezed past the shadow wolf blocking the entrance, raising an eyebrow. “Then I thank you for your consideration.”

‘Such a thoughtful companion,’ Teest thought. He hadn’t expected Nol to be so indifferent, but that indifference irked him for some unknown reason.

“I guess all those knights are dead. I’ve been getting experience points notifications on my end,” Nol continued. “The experience points given by the NPCs are quite high. I hope Jack and the others didn’t earn theirs this way…”

“Hmm, high experience points?” Teest mused. “I still remember where their corpses are if you want to boost your stats a bit…”

Nol staggered, almost horrified. “No, no, no! Not humans, absolutely not! Lord Swain was my limit. Today, I must make it clear—even if it’s you, making such a joke again will make me very angry!”

Ah, now he’s angry.

Teest chuckled. Teasing normal people was just too much fun, and that inexplicable irritation disappeared instantly.

“Don’t be angry. I’ll remember, I won’t bring it up again.” The cave was a bit dusty, Teest casually tied up his long hair. “So, what’s our latest progress?”

“Ah.”

Nol stopped in his tracks. He turned his head again, his features hidden in the shadows, but those blue eyes still shone brightly. “Speaking of which, you’re just in time—Mr. Mad Monk, do you know how to decapitate someone painlessly?”

“What?” Teest thought he might have misheard.

“To decapitate painlessly—to sever a person’s head in the shortest time possible.”

Nol elaborated, even demonstrating on his own neck. “The cleaner the method, the better.”

“It’s doable, but why are you suddenly interested in this?”

“I’ve finally found a way to retain the memories of NPCs,” Nol said with a light and joyful tone.

“If the memory of an ‘intelligent being’ is doomed to be erased, then the solution is to make the target no longer ‘alive’. A mere head, I assume, doesn’t fit the definition of an ‘intelligent being’.”

“Next, we have to find all the survivors and decapitate each one.”

…It seemed he had to take back what he said earlier. Teest thought with a rare shock. Teasing a normal person? The guy in front of him was definitely not normal.

What kind of “rescue” method is this?!


The author has something to say:

Teest: My partner goes crazy occasionally—crazier than me when he does. He needs a crazy code (×

Nol: Giving my partner a little modern (?) shock!


Kinky Thoughts:

Ah, the shadow wolf is actually a good boy!


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Escape From the Asylum Ch9

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 9

“What is the purpose behind all of this?”

Gazing into Epoh’s eyes, Zhou Qian’s voice was gentle.

Epoh replied, “My believers believe in me. If I disappoint them, I must compensate. I have no other motives.”

Zhou Qian shook his head and laughed mockingly. “I don’t believe anyone can be so selfless.”

“I am not a person; I am a god.”

“Doesn’t a god have motives?”

Epoh shook his head again. “The power of a god exceeds that of humans by far. Humans hold no value to gods. Hence, gods have no reason to scheme against humans.”

Zhou Qian felt there was a mocking undertone in Epoh’s words, but he was momentarily at a loss for a retort.

In essence, Epoh’s meaning was simple.

The relationship between gods and humans could be compared to that between humans and ants.

Humans always looked down upon ants, never contemplating exploiting them. This was because it was meaningless.

In turn, no matter how hard ants tried, they would never understand human thoughts.

So, humans could never fathom the will of gods based on their own perspective.

Epoh’s actions now seemed like someone keeping ants as pets out of sheer boredom. He might benevolently do things for them, even get bitten by them, but there was no ulterior motive behind it.

As events unfolded and seeing the god Epoh repeatedly stabbed in the chest without any reaction, Zhou Qian inevitably reconsidered his judgment on the direction of this subplot.

In many legends, so-called wish-granting gods or immortals would often turn out to be deceivers.

They were either purely playing with human emotions or were up to some devious schemes, ultimately extracting a hefty price from humans.

Zhou Qian initially assumed Epoh to be no different.

But now he was beginning to think differently—perhaps Epoh truly was selflessly assisting his believers in fulfilling their desires.

“They’ve all had their turn. It’s yours now.”

“You can slice me into pieces. I won’t die.”

Epoh’s voice was incredibly gentle, as if discussing lunch plans while allowing others to hurt him.

Zhou Qian smiled warmly. “My God, I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to protect you. Tell me, is there a way to do so?”

Epoh genuinely looked gentle.

While Zhou Qian’s gentleness was clearly an act.

Choosing not to harm Epoh was clearly a game strategy for him.

If there was some ulterior motive behind Epoh’s actions, players obviously shouldn’t harm him.

And if he truly was selfless, indifferent to bites from ant-like humans, then there would be no punishment for players who chose not to harm him. Thus, to avoid pitfalls in the game, the best choice for players would be to not harm Epoh.

Seeing Zhou Qian’s response, Epoh looked mildly surprised.

Curiously, he asked, “What do you want to do?”

Zhou Qian approached, knelt down, and, under Epoh’s pure and naive gaze, held his hand.

“As I said, I want to protect you.”

While Zhou Qian was conversing with Epoh, the other two believers continued to harm him.

Believer No. 1, a young girl with less nerve, didn’t dare use a knife. Seeing Epoh’s indifference, she kicked and punched him a few times while Believer No. 2 attacked him.

Compared to her, Believer No. 2 seemed far more unhinged.

His eyes looked as if they were stained with bloodlust, seemingly intent on venting all his anger, continuously raising his knife and thrusting it into Epoh’s chest.

“Squish,” “Squish”…

Over and over again.

The metallic scent of blood filled Zhou Qian’s nostrils, and throughout this process, he could feel Epoh’s hand getting colder and colder.

Once more, as the bloodied knife was pulled out, a mist of blood shot through the gaze shared between Zhou Qian and Epoh, covering Epoh’s face in fine droplets of blood.

Zhou Qian was sick, incapable of feeling any pronounced anger or sadness.

But because of some nightmarish past, he had always had a strong aversion to blood.

So, Zhou Qian went to the trading hall and spent 5 gold on a towel. Gently, he wiped clean Epoh’s immaculate face.

He realized that Epoh’s facial features were incredibly attractive, almost like a work of art.

Gazing at Epoh, he smiled and said, “Hmm. Clean and beautiful now. I’m very satisfied.”

A moment later, Believer No. 2 seemed to have grown tired. He withdrew his knife and sat down to rest.

However, Believer No. 1 didn’t feel she had vented enough and slapped again.

Judging by the force behind it, this slap was bound to swell up Epoh’s face.

Suddenly, Zhou Qian rose to his feet and grabbed the hand of Believer No. 1.

Looking coldly into her eyes, he said, “Think about the child in your womb. Accumulate some good karma for it. If you do too much harm, be careful; it might be born deformed.”

Having spoken, Zhou Qian faintly felt that something was amiss.

A rustling sound emanated from behind him.

Turning around, he saw the branches and leaves of the giant tree begin to stir.

This towering tree occupied half the space of the entire palace.

The Great God Epoh seemed to have sprouted from this tree, with most of his body wrapped in stems and leaves. Now, those vines on him began to move, appearing alive. For a moment, they didn’t look like branches but more like snakes, the kind that devoured people.

At this point, Believers No. 1 and No. 2 didn’t dare to act recklessly and quickly retreated to the edge of the lake.

Zhou Qian also took a few steps back but still remained quite close to Epoh, not going too far away.

So, the subsequent eerie scene was clearly and completely seen by him.

Blood had flowed over Epoh’s face and body, and naturally, the vines wrapping him were stained too.

However, with the tremble of the vines, they seemed to suck and swallow, and the blood on them disappeared.

There were several gaping holes on Epoh’s forehead, cheeks, shoulders, and chest, all caused by the knife.

Suddenly, a few moving vines, like tentacles, rose up and shot into those holes. During this, Epoh’s complexion became paler, without a trace of blood.

The entire situation was eerily bizarre, as if the tree had thrust its tendrils into him to suck out his blood.

Suddenly realizing something, Zhou Qian looked down at Epoh.

A long, bare leg stretched out, lying on the ground.

Previously, this leg was soaked in blood, and there was a lot of blood on the ground around it. But now, many leaves had moved over the leg and the ground, leaving behind a clean leg and a spotless ground.

After that, his leg regained its shine, and the blood on the ground also disappeared.

So, were these vines not just sucking the blood but also healing Epoh?

With that thought, Zhou Qian felt an ominous feeling.

He had just held Epoh’s hand and sat next to him.

Now, his face, hands, and body were also stained with some of Epoh’s blood.

Wouldn’t those vines…

His heart chilled. Lifting his head, he saw a massive branch sweeping towards him!

On the mobile screen:

“Fuck! Is Qian Ge gonna die?! My million dollars!”

“The other two believers won’t escape either! They injured the Great God and have lots of blood on them!”

“Qian Ge was wronged. He did nothing!”

Ever since witnessing Dong Xiang’s death, Yu Xian and Zhu Qiang had been in prolonged silence.

The scene was too bloody, more real than countless horror movies they had watched.

Dong Xiang might truly be dead. The entire game seemed controlled by some mysterious power.

They suddenly realized that these players on the screen, including themselves, the gamblers, couldn’t escape.

At this moment, seeing Zhou Qian in grave danger, the two couldn’t help but speak up.

Inside the game, the three players on the opposite shore of the lake also cried out in alarm.

Gao Shan said, “Those leaves turned into snakes. Look, aren’t they opening their mouths?”

Qi Liuxing asked, “What’s going on? Will everyone who goes to the opposite shore die?”

Yun Xiangrong shook her head. “No, it seems that as long as you get stained with the Great God Epoh’s blood, you’ll be attacked. So, when we cross, we shouldn’t hurt Epoh or touch his blood. We should be fine then.”

Qi Liuxing couldn’t help but ask, “So, was Zhou Qian’s approach wrong? Was there no need to appease the Great God?”

Gao Shan’s voice rose. “This is bad. The vine is close to him! Why doesn’t he…”At this moment, Gao Shan, Yun Xiangrong, Qi Liuxing, along with Yu Xian and Zhu Qiang outside the game, were all thinking the same thing—Why isn’t Zhou Qian dodging?


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Escape From the Asylum Ch8

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 8

In a wilderness far from the hustle and bustle, a magnificent and splendid palace stood tall and imposing. Yet, within this crystal-like palace, there were apple orchards, one after another, where not a single apple grew.

Deep within the apple orchard, a god resided.

The god’s facial features were so delicate and exquisite that they seemed opulent, and he possessed a pair of eyes as deep as the ocean and as radiant as crystal. Within his eyes reflected the green of the leaves and the blue of the lake water. His gaze was akin to a cloud looking down upon the world from the horizon or perhaps a leaf drifting with the wind. He observed the world with a detached demeanor, devoid of any emotion.

Yet, for some unknown reason, his body was tightly entwined with numerous branches and leaves, and he showed no intention of struggling. This was the legendary God Epoh.

Seeing Epoh open his eyes, the two goddesses in mid-air bowed to him. “Great God, this is an imposter believer who sneaked in. My sister and I have captured him! Should we execute him?”

Epoh appeared indifferent, not even glancing at them, merely closing his eyes once more.

The two goddesses in white looked at each other briefly, nodded in unison, and released their grip. Dong Xiang plummeted towards the lake below.

The moment Dong Xiang entered the lake, he was blasted into countless fragments.

A silent mist of blood spread out, staining a vast space red. Yet, it seemed there was a barrier around the lake; all the blood and flesh that splattered outwards halted at the edge, only to fall back into the lake.

A large portion of the lake was stained red.

Throughout this, there was no sound from the direction of the lake. The entire scene played out like a bizarre, colorful silent film in front of the believers.

On the surface of the lake, the dresses of the goddesses remained pure white, untainted by any filth.

Together, they chanted in unison, “[The Lake of Sin and Punishment] can cleanse everyone’s sins. May there be no lies or deception in this world henceforth. May the sacred lake water return purity to the world.”

After chanting the spell three times, the blood-red lake turned crystal clear.

The reflection of the green trees and the faintly visible dome of the palace on the lake surface suggested that no bloody massacre had ever occurred.

Witnessing this, the four remaining players realized one thing: They must never touch the water in that lake.

Having dealt with Dong Xiang, the two goddesses continued to hover over the lake. They exchanged glances and conjured three bridges on the lake, crystal clear in appearance.

One of the goddesses returned to the lakeshore and waved her hand. Each believer suddenly had a numbered tag around their neck.

She said, “The tags are randomly numbered from 1 to 24. Please proceed to meet the Great God Epoh on the other side of the lake according to your number. Three can go at a time. Let’s see… Who is the first lucky one to meet God Epoh?”

Zhou Qian looked at his tag—he was number 3. He wasn’t the first to see the god but was among the first to cross the bridge.

Soon, the players with tags No. 1, 2, and 3, under the guidance of the goddess, took their positions on the three bridges. Zhou Qian was on the far left.

“Before crossing the bridge, if you wish, you can speak about how you feel the Great God has wronged you. Please speak in the order of your tags. Once you’ve finished, you may proceed to the Great God. Those who want to vent, please feel free.”

The goddess’ voice remained light and clear, exuding an air of innocence. But the words she uttered were rather peculiar. “Once you are before the Great God, you can do whatever you want to him. The Great God will never resist. Each believer has 5 minutes.”

Believer No. 1 was a pregnant woman with a protruding belly. She walked with a bit of difficulty.

Clutching her swollen abdomen, she began, “I was once very grateful to the Great God Epoh. Since I believed in him, all my wishes came true. I wanted to get into medical school, and I did. Then I fell in love with the most popular guy at the university. He originally had a girlfriend, but after I made a wish to the Great God, he fell in love with me. My wish came true again. But then… he died.”

“I-I’m pregnant now!” Her voice suddenly became more animated. “It’s a girl! He was so happy; he loved baby girls! But he died! I was with him through years of studying and the hardships of starting a business. We finally got married, and everything was perfect, but it all vanished… How can I accept this?”

The believer became choked with emotion, and there was a hint of resentment in her tone. “Of course I made another wish to the Great God! I want him to come back to life! But the Great God actually said… that his divine power has declined, and he cannot satisfy my wish…”

“How could this be… How could this be…!!!”

“Poor believer. The Great God feels very guilty towards you. Please vent your anger. The Great God you worship will always love and cherish you. He is willing to bear your wrath.”

The goddess said, “Next, please.”

Believer No. 2 was a man, about 50 years old, looking very thin, almost skeletal.

At the same time, he has dark circles under his eyes, always hunching his body, looking as if he’s been crushed by life’s burdens.

“I am a driver. I once thanked the Great God Epoh. He told me that I could make any wish. I don’t believe in sudden fortunes, and I have to earn my living. So, I didn’t directly ask the Great God for money! With my back injury, I just wished for my body to recover, to continue driving trucks…”

“My wish came true; my back injury healed. Later, my mother became increasingly frail, as if she was about to die… After all the hardships she went through raising me, it was finally my turn to repay her. How could she die? So I made another wish to the Great God, hoping she could live a long life and always be with me. But…”

His eyes gradually darkened, and he clenched his fists and said, “Indeed she lived longer. But now she’s completely incapable of taking care of herself and often gets sick…”

“If I were ten years younger, it wouldn’t matter. But I’m getting older, working late into the night, and I can’t drive anymore! I don’t earn much money… I can’t afford a caregiver, so I had my wife help take care of my mother. But she refused! She said I was a mama’s boy and divorced me… At this age, I can’t believe I’ve lost my home!”

“My wife… my wife is gone. My mother… My mother has dementia. She’s crazy all day, and I have to take care of all her needs by myself, I…”

So, your wish now is to let your mother die?

Zhou Qian frowned with disdain.

The believer continued, “I made a third wish to the Great God, hoping that my mother’s body could return to the health of her youth and that she could remember me again. But the Great God said he doesn’t have the power anymore…”

“How can I endure this kind of life? So, I made a wish to the Great God, begging him to kill my mother. But the Great God actually said—”

The believer’s eyes were fierce. “He said he still couldn’t do it!”

After the second believer finished his story, he crossed the bridge to the Great God.

Next was the third believer, Zhou Qian.

The priestess looked at him. “Believer No. 3, it’s your turn. Are you grateful to the Great God? Do you resent him?”

Standing on the semi-transparent crystal bridge, with the green forest inside the palace around him, not far in front was a Great God who seemed willing to be trampled on by his believers.

Setting his sights on the Great God Epoh, Zhou Qian answered the goddess’ question.

“I like money and sex. He satisfied me. But the person I loved the most committed suicide. So, I wanted the Great God to revive him…”

At this point, mimicking the tone of the previous two believers, Zhou Qian deliberately said, “But he said he couldn’t satisfy me anymore. How hateful.”

After finishing his story, under the guidance of the goddess, Zhou Qian walked over the crystal-like bridge, crossed the lake that could tear people into a million pieces, and finally reached the Great God Epoh.

At this time, Believer No. 1 had already taken action.

She approached the Great God Epoh, clenched her fist, and seemed to want to slap him.

But just as her palm was about to touch the high nose of the Great God, she hesitated.

Is it really okay?

He is, after all, a god with divine power…

Is this an act of disrespect towards him?

Will I face terrible punishment…

“What are you afraid of?”

The one who spoke was Believer No. 2. “We’ve all just insulted him mercilessly, and he didn’t respond! The Great God we believe in… Hahaha, he’s utterly weak now! He gave us hope and then gave us even greater disappointment! If not for him, I’d live a million times easier than I do now!”

After saying this, he drew a sharp knife and walked directly in front of Epoh, then slashed at his face. “I hate you!!!”

When Believer No. 2 threatened, his face was fearless, but when he slashed, he was obviously scared.

It was simply human instinct when facing a force many times stronger than oneself.

So, his slash was light, just lightly scratching the corner of Epoh’s right eye.

Blood droplets spilled out, rolling down, staining Epoh’s fair face with a vivid crimson mark.

Yet Epoh remained with his eyes shut, not so much as furrowing his brow.

Epoh’s reaction undeniably emboldened Believer No. 2. Taking a deep breath and hardening his resolve, he drove his blade directly into Epoh’s shoulder. Blood gushed out immediately, dripping incessantly down the green stems, falling with a constant drip onto the ground below, painting a large patch of earth red.

As Believer No. 2 continued to harm Epoh, Zhou Qian approached and said, “Epoh, you love and cherish your believers, even allowing us to vent our anger on you. Therefore, you surely won’t refuse to speak with us, right? Can you open your eyes and look at me?”

Just then, Believer No. 2 slashed across Epoh’s forehead.

Blood streamed down, tinging his long eyelashes and then filling his eyes. His deep blue irises were instantly awash in red, making the sight alarmingly visceral.

The reason Zhou Qian witnessed this was, of course, because Epoh had opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were they?

Like age-old still water, slowly tainted with red, the deep-sea blue mingled with the blood red, forming a profound tableau. Regardless of the colors they took on, his gaze remained largely emotionless.

“Do you feel pain, Epoh?” Zhou Qian inquired.

Epoh silently locked eyes with Zhou Qian for a moment, then nodded. “If I didn’t feel pain, the believers’ venting would be meaningless. So, yes, I feel pain.”

Zhou Qian’s eyes narrowed as he asked, “Then, are you afraid we might kill you?”

The first two disciples had already shown such fervor, and those on the other side of the lake seemed ready to join. By the looks of it, Zhou Qian wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to consume Epoh alive.

“Gods do not die,” Epoh calmly stated, looking directly at Zhou Qian. “My dear believer, you cannot kill me; you can only inflict pain upon me.”

“Come, punish me in whichever way you deem fit.”


The author has something to say:

The inspiration for this piece came from the renowned performance artist Marina Abramović. In one of her performances, she anesthetized herself and lay motionless on a stage, leaving the audience free to interact with her as they pleased. At first, they merely applied lipstick and makeup, but as time went on, they turned to knives and guns, with the situation escalating out of control. Those interested can look it up.

I thought of this artist while reading “The Crowd“, a book on mass psychology. The idea of “blaspheming gods” seemed quite evocative, leading to this story about gods set in the backdrop of the Garden of Eden.


Kinky Thoughts:

The performance the author is referencing is Rhythm 0. Contrary to what the author is saying (I believe the author is confusing a few of her works together), she stood still for six hours while letting the audience do whatever they wished with 72 objects that she had placed on the table (of which included knives, guns, among other things).

The Crowd is a book written by Gustave Le Bon. In it, Le Bon claims that “an individual immersed for some length of time in a crowd soon finds himself–either in consequence of magnetic influence given out by the crowd or from some other cause of which we are ignorant–in a special state, which much resembles the state of fascination in which the hypnotized individual finds himself in the hands of the hypnotizer.”

In layman’s terms, he believes that when one is part of a larger group, they act more on impulse than they would otherwise if they were isolated. The group gives them a sense of power and security, allowing them to act as part of the group. This is a psychological phenomenon call groupthink.


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