As Bai Jingjing left, the nearby black fog dissipated considerably, and sunlight shone through the clouds onto the ravaged streets.
Seeing Wen Jingyan turn to leave, Feng Qian remained standing there dumbfounded.
Those standing behind Feng Qian boldly stepped forward. Compared to Feng Qian, who was only a half-baked talent, Wen Jingyan was clearly the real golden goose, and they didn't want to miss out!
In fact, Wen Jingyan did not really intend to leave. After hearing a few words of persuasion to stay, he stayed, putting on a righteous and patriotic appearance. Only he knew what he was really thinking.
The officials who were rescued by Feng Qian witnessed Wen Jingyan's strength firsthand and naturally regarded him as a lifeline for protecting their lives and property and saving the Jing City.
Wen Jingyan was controlled by others, and his goal was to publicly display his "extraordinary" abilities.
Although the commotion in Jing City was significant, it's far from enough to convince the people of this country that supernatural abilities truly exist...
On the other side of the world, in a small town on the Britain border.
A chilling wind howled past, its biting cold sending shivers down one's spine.
All sorts of pedestrians hurried past on the street, seemingly terrified of the outside world and unwilling to linger.
Supernatural events have occurred all over the world, and this place is no exception.
It didn't take long for the public to go from initial enthusiasm and considerable interest in the extraordinary to extreme aversion and fear of it.
Several horrific tragedies have recently occurred in this small city, in which entire families of victims were dismembered, and their body parts were arranged in bizarre patterns.
Despite repeated assurances from the police that the crime was committed by cult members and that the perpetrators had been arrested, the public remained unconvinced.
The murderer was acting erratically and seemed very abnormal. Some people claimed that the murderer might have been bewitched by the devil, and this rumor quickly spread and became more and more outrageous.
Under the combined influence of the prevailing environment and rumors, the residents of this small city are all living in fear and are extremely careful to minimize their outdoor activities.
The good news is that various types of illegal and criminal activities in the city have decreased sharply.
The bad news is that scammers and cults using slogans like "extraordinary" and "miraculous" have surged.
At this moment, in a very ordinary house, a pale-faced young woman was lying weakly on the bed, occasionally letting out a painful groan.
The curtains in the bedroom were all drawn, plunging the room into darkness, and tears streamed down Livia's face.
She was only 23 years old when she was diagnosed with a terminal illness—pancreatic cancer. It was already in the middle stage when it was discovered, and the doctor told her that patients with this disease, even with aggressive treatment, would not live for more than a few years.
Moreover, she couldn't afford the treatment costs.
Livia couldn't bear this hopeless life. She should have lived a happy and peaceful life with her family and friends like an ordinary person, but all of that was destroyed by this damned disease.
Since she was destined not to live much longer and didn't want to burden her family, she decided to give up treatment and leave quietly.
The moment she made up her mind, it was as if she had instantly shed a burden, and her emotions returned to calm.
Livia shakily sat up in bed, took out her phone and deleted all her accounts, chat logs, search history, etc. on all online platforms, then formatted her phone and computer.
Then she took out a bottle of insecticide; as long as she swallowed it, the pain would stop.
Without the slightest hesitation, she unscrewed the cap of the insecticide bottle and drank it down in one gulp.
Although insecticide tastes awful, it's nothing compared to the pain of cancer.
After taking the medicine, she forced herself to suppress the urge to vomit, lay quietly on the bed, and awaited death.
Before she knew it, drowsiness overcame her, and she drifted off into a deep sleep.
Half-asleep, the curtains in the room suddenly began to sway, even though the doors and windows were tightly closed and there was no wind.
Livia vaguely saw a dark shadow slowly drift over and stop directly above her.
Then, she felt a chill all over her body and completely lost consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, Livia suddenly opened her eyes, slowly sat up, and looked dazed and confused.
It took her a while to come to her senses: how come she wasn't dead yet?
That was a whole bottle of insecticide!
Has it expired?
They're incredibly lucky and have a long life, but what does that mean for someone suffering from a terminal illness?
Suddenly, Livia froze. She felt much lighter, as if all the symptoms of pancreatic cancer had disappeared, and she felt better than ever before.
Could it be that insecticides also have pain-relieving effects?
After hesitating for a moment, Livia got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror to look at herself.
When she saw her reflection in the mirror, her eyes widened in shock. She touched her face in disbelief and then pinched her arm hard.
Feeling the real pain in her arm, she realized with a start that this was not a dream.
Tormented by illness, she had long since become emaciated, but at this moment, the image reflected in the mirror was that of a tall, brown-haired beauty. Apart from her skin being a little too pale, she was more than ten times more beautiful than when she was healthy!
"How is this possible? What happened to me?" Livia frowned, puzzled for a moment.
As a modern person who has attended university, she knows that adrenaline surges before death, briefly restoring the body to normal levels—a phenomenon often referred to in the East as a "last gasp of life."
A final burst of energy before death definitely doesn't have any beautifying effects!
Suddenly, Livia's eyes lit up as she remembered the recent flood of rumors about supernatural events online.
She realized that she might have encountered a supernatural event.
Thinking of this, Livia couldn't wait to go to the hospital for a checkup. Regardless of whether it was a supernatural event or not, as long as her illness could be cured, she was happy. She hadn't lived enough yet!
She quickly changed her clothes and rushed out the door.
Her clothes were casual, and she looked rather unkempt, as she hadn't washed or groomed herself in a long time.
However, this disheveled appearance gave her a unique charm, and everyone, young and old, from her home to the hospital, stared at her in amazement.
In the past, Livia would have thoroughly enjoyed being the center of attention and the focus of everyone's gaze, but now she inexplicably felt a surge of murderous intent towards these passersby.
Her eyes seemed to be able to see through the veins on passersby, and her nose could smell an unusually fresh and alluring fragrance. She longed to pounce on them and bite their necks off.
In broad daylight, she finally suppressed the impulse and rushed to the hospital with a blank expression.
"Doctor, how am I doing?" Livia asked, sounding slightly nervous.
The doctor, staring at Livia's face, replied, "You are perfectly healthy; you have no illnesses."
"That's great." Livia breathed a sigh of relief.
To avoid causing unnecessary trouble, she didn't go to the hospital that diagnosed her with pancreatic cancer, but instead went to another hospital for a new medical examination.
However, although the pancreatic cancer disappeared inexplicably, she still felt that something was wrong with her.
Just now, she stole a glance at the doctor's neck and really wanted to pounce on him and take a bite.
This impulse grew stronger and stronger until she lost her balance and slipped.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I feel a little dizzy. Do I need to get checked out again?"
She deliberately faked a fall as she stood up. Although her acting was clumsy and her movements exaggerated, the doctor still smiled and helped her up, his voice tinged with excitement. "Okay, let me check you again."
The second examination was obviously not as formal as the first, with much more physical contact between the doctor and the patient.
The doctor was completely unaware that he had been bitten hard on the shoulder as he got close to Livia.
He seemed paralyzed, feeling no pain whatsoever, only a slight dizziness, yet his lust remained undiminished.
As she swallowed mouthfuls of blood, Livia felt a sense of comfort, as if she had tasted the most exquisite delicacy in the world, and every cell in her body trembled!
She wanted nothing more than to suck the doctor dry, but her reason prevented her from acting on that impulse.
Having finally recovered from her illness, she didn't want to commit murder in broad daylight and ruin her life.
However, I suddenly developed this blood-sucking fetish; could it be that I've mutated into a vampire?
After some thought, Livia accepted her new identity as a vampire without any psychological burden, because the benefits she would gain were simply too great.
The terminal illness disappears, the appearance becomes extremely beautiful, and perhaps even immortality and eternal youth are achieved. The only side effect is that the person sucks human blood, which is a negligible price to pay!
I wonder if the people I've bitten will turn into new vampires.
Let's treat this doctor as an experimental subject.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. Her thirst for blood was temporarily relieved, and Livia didn't want to get entangled with the doctor any longer. She pushed him away with a single finger and turned away gracefully.
The doctor, who had been pushed away, was bewildered. Had he done something wrong? His romantic encounter had just slipped away!
Livia began a brand new life, but little did she know that the doctor she had bitten that very evening, after washing up and looking in the mirror, suddenly realized he seemed to have become even more handsome...
The dead of night.
A church.
A strange figure silently passed through the wall and climbed into the statue enshrined in the center of the church.
The next morning, the bells rang, and people gradually came to listen to the priest's teachings and to attend services.
Recently, there have been many rumors about supernatural events online, so believers have been going to church more frequently, from morning to night without stopping, and the money in the gospel box is overflowing.
That day, Bishop Carlos, as usual, finished his work at the church and prepared to go home to rest.
He wondered if it was because he was too tired from work lately, which gave him the illusion that the statue in front of the church was silently watching him.
That kind of gaze made him uneasy.
He forcibly suppressed the ominous premonition surging in his heart and drove home.
After dinner, Carlos sat at his desk and studied the Bible, a fine habit he had maintained for many years.
Especially recently, various supernatural phenomena have been proven to be real, so Carlos has placed even greater emphasis on his daily study of the Bible. He even bathes and burns incense before reading the Bible to ensure his piety.
Since other supernatural phenomena can exist, then perhaps the gods they worship also exist.
"Great Lord, your devout followers pray that you would come down to earth and guide us lost sheep in this mortal world onto a path of light."
In the past, when he said this, it was mostly to maintain his identity and status as a bishop, and to make his three-tenths of faith appear extremely devout.
However, he is now praying with utmost sincerity, and perhaps the being he believes in is watching him every moment.
Several Ancient Gods have resurrected in America. Among the followers who serve these Ancient Gods, some have received divine blessings and become extraordinary beings, enjoying immense prestige.
Carlos also wanted to become a superhuman.
Becoming a superhuman brings with it increased strength, elevated social status, and even immortality...
They all look so tempting!
Lying in bed with unrealistic fantasies, Carlos gradually drifted off to sleep.
He didn't know how long he slept, but in his dream, he heard calls and saw everything covered in blood.
He was unsure of his location. After a moment of confusion, a feeling of being seen through by an alien suddenly surged into his mind.
He abruptly looked up at the sky and saw a figure hanging upside down on a cross staring wide-eyed; their gazes met.
In that instant, Carlos felt as if his soul had been frozen; raw fear and twisted awe overwhelmed his entire being.
The next second, Carlos woke up with a start. After a moment of confusion, he jumped out of bed, a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.
Was it a dream? Or... some kind of revelation?
Normal dreams are quickly forgotten after waking up. But Carlos's dream was far too real, except that the figure on the cross was quite different from the idols he usually worshipped.
Completely wide awake, Carlos rubbed his temples, got up, went to his study, and offered another prayer to the statue of the deity enshrined there.
The figure he saw in his dream kept appearing before his eyes. For some reason, he had a vague feeling that perhaps that figure was the true image of the god they worshipped.
The moment such a blasphemous thought crossed his mind, Carlos quickly warned himself that it was utterly blasphemous!
But... is it possible that mortals made mistakes in recording the appearance of deities?
Since there were no cameras before, the true image of gods might not have been preserved, and traditional texts and paintings inevitably contained some over-embellishments.
Carlos preferred to believe his dreams, vivid and real ones. He might not have cared before, but in this extraordinary era, he wouldn't easily ignore them.