Dead Silent Island Is Overloaded with Schemes

It seems that even if it is possessed by a different person, its target is still the young man who awakened its sickness with blood.

The young man immediately took a step back, maintaining a safe distance from Zhao Yijiu, whose condition was unknown. Number Thirty-Seven, who was still in excruciating pain, also stepped in front of him, seemingly believing that even though he was injured, he was still better suited to face the enemy head-on than the sick young man.

Yu Xing Xingyou was about to instruct Zhao Yijiu, who clearly still had control over her body, to end the attack on the painting according to her command, when suddenly her vision blurred for a moment.

In a daze, the exhibition hall corridors around him opened up, and neon lights lit up one by one, forming a bustling street. A light drizzle fell from the sky, hitting his head, but without leaving wet marks. Instead, it made a "thud" sound on the hood of his raincoat.

He stood at the crossroads, surrounded by a bustling crowd of people whose faces he couldn't make out, but then, in the next moment, everything vanished.

He saw the exhibition hall again, saw the "masterpieces" being admired by crowds, and... the knife in his own hand.

Yu Xing chuckled inwardly.

This ghost is interesting. It tried possessing Zhao Yijiu but it didn't work, so it decisively changed its target and chose to possess him.

He relaxed his body and looked at how the muscular man Number Thirty-Seven had been possessed. His body was under control, but his mind was clear. So, if a ghost possessed him, the result would probably be similar.

When he deliberately let his guard down, he soon felt invisible lines appear around his body. These lines controlled his joints and muscles, driving him to make movements that contradicted the commands of his brain.

He didn't even need to guess to know that he must be just as stiff and silent as the muscular man had been moments before.

As expected, after Zhao Yijiu suddenly broke free from control, her first reaction was to look at Yu Xing, and she saw the knife in Yu Xing's hand.

The problem is that, after Yu Xing's conversation with the sick young man, they are now very close. It's almost as if Yu Xing could catch the sick young man off guard and kill him with a single turn.

The reason why the ghost is so decisive is probably this: it doesn't care who it possesses, it only cares about whether it can carry out the assassination it wants to do.

Zhao Yijiu only felt relieved when she met Yu Xing's somewhat teasing gaze.

That look in her eyes, unmistakably Yu Xing's, meant that even without control of her body, Yu Xing was fully aware of what was going on.

The sickly young man, who had been keeping a close eye on Zhao Yijiu, quickly noticed that the knife was missing. He was stunned for a moment, then his body reacted with alarm, and he lunged to the side before his mind could react. He guessed that if the ghost had given up on possessing Cold Wine, then its next target would definitely be Xing, who was not far from him!

A knife radiating yin and blood energy slashed at the spot where he had just stood. Yu Xing drew the knife, straightened up, and with a speed and agility beyond everyone's imagination, lunged at the sickly young man. The ghost possessed his back, so his physical abilities were naturally his own. The sickly young man and the muscular man Number Thirty-Seven clearly did not expect that Xing, who looked to be on par with the sickly young man and even paler, would have such explosive power. They were approached in an instant.

Yu Xing squinted, letting the ghost control his body's movements, until the knife bypassed the muscular man and stabbed into the heart of the sick young man. At that moment, he felt the ghost within him reveal an emotion of "joy" and "arrogance".

Like a headstrong assassin, upon succeeding once again, he takes it all for granted, finding it utterly unchallenging, and is smug and self-satisfied with his own abilities.

Tsk.

Yu Xing couldn't stand people showing off, not even ghosts.

For the two experience users who hadn't yet retrieved their abilities and sacrifices, Yu Xing was indeed a boss-level character. That was because Yu Xing's strength was abnormal. When the muscular man tried to stop him again but was mercilessly shoved away by a force even more terrifying than when the ghost was inside him, he cried out in horror and resentment, "Xing! You promised!"

The sickly young man was also shocked and terrified. He never imagined that the saying "you can't judge a book by its cover" could be proven to this extent. The knife tip had already pierced his clothes, and in the next instant, it would penetrate his skin and heart.

He closed his eyes in despair.

The surrounding crowd cheered excitedly, completely disregarding their "aristocratic demeanor," as if even a glamorous exterior could not conceal their chaotic and filthy nature.

However, the pain the sick young man had imagined did not come, Yu Xing steadily stopped his hand.

Before the ghost within him could react, Yu Xing withdrew his mercy. The power of his curse flowed through his limbs and bones. Being in such close contact with the ghost, his curse power was already in a state of turmoil, its coldness extending into his bones and blood, making the ghost even less able to resist.

Surviving the ghostly attack might grant you temporary safety, and taking advantage of this safe time to deliver the painting to the third floor would be a good option.

Yu Xing had already completed one "painting alteration." After he brought the Water Ghost's heart to the shore from the painting in the underground river, the Water Ghost's wish was fulfilled, the surface of the painting was changed to another appearance, and the Water Ghost would never attack again.

If we can fulfill the ghost's wish once and for all, isn't that much better than constantly having to be wary of the ghost attacking again?

Yu Xing the ghost would be frightened away by the curse power within him, so he allowed the ghost to control his body for a while. Now he was very close to the sick young man, and even closer to the painting itself!

He suppressed the possessing ghost, raised the knife in his hand, bent down and slid across the barrier set up in front of the oil painting, and accurately and decisively stabbed the thin man in white in front of the killer in the painting, because judging from the action in the painting, the killer's target was this person.

A knife pierced the painting, and a scream suddenly rang out from within it. The white-clad man collapsed onto the street, his body spurting out bright red paint.

After the painting was altered, Yu Xing a lightness in her body, and the possessing ghost instantly disappeared, along with the knife in her hand, relying on a wisp of yin energy, and floated back onto the painting.

Watching this scene, Zhao Yijiu looked on with a hint of existential doubt.

His eyes clearly screamed, "This is acceptable?"

The sickly young man was also stunned; he never expected such a development... This was partly due to the fact that he hadn't altered the painting. At that moment, he felt a sincere admiration for Sachi, who had withdrawn her hands and stood gracefully before the painting.

"This is...?" He couldn't help but want to confirm.

"It's resolved." Yu Xing winked at him, then looked at the muscular man. "You're right, this is what I promised, so you guys have to keep your promise, okay?"

Before the muscular man and the sickly young man could react, he reached out and took the painting down from the wall, saying to Zhao Yijiu, "Brother Jiu, it's yours."

"..." The sickly young man was speechless, his relief almost palpable. The admiration he had just felt turned into helplessness. "You really did win."

They had just promised Yu Xing that they would give her a chance not to hold a grudge even if Yu Xing took ownership of the painting.

This person is so strong, and he's also reasonable. He just saved them, so there's no way they could hold a grudge against him.

"The painting is yours," the muscular man admitted.

"I love people who keep their word, and you guys are pretty good." Yu Xing raised an eyebrow and shoved the oil painting into Zhao Yijiu's hands again. "Then we're off~"

He had already turned to walk towards the stairs leading to the third floor when the sickly young man hurriedly called out to him, "If there's an opportunity in the future, I hope we can have a cooperative relationship."

Yu Xing turned her head. "Hmm... it depends on my mood. At least you guys can't be this weak."

"... If we... we get the offering, we'll be quite strong." The sickly young man, his strength questioned, felt a pang of shame. He had indeed been too weak this time. Let alone competing with Xing and Cold Wine for the counterfeit, even if they could cooperate, he would be the one holding them back. "My title is Blood Source."

He pointed to the muscular man beside him. "His title is Killer Number Thirty-Seven."

"This level of skill is a bit of a stretch for an assassin." Yu Xing smiled and made a sarcastic remark about the muscular man's nickname, but in reality, he paid more attention to the sickly young man's nickname, "Blood Source." Just by looking at those two words, you could tell that he was no ordinary person. After regaining his abilities, this seemingly frail young man would probably be a very troublesome character.

The slight protective instinct that arose upon first meeting this young man was probably not due to his status, but rather to his abilities.

Blood Source...

"I'm good with firearms." Killer Number Thirty-Seven scratched his head, interrupting Yu Xing's thoughts. He smirked, "Sniper rifles, so you can't deny my skills as an assassin!"

"You're telling me this? Is this all the wariness an assassin has?" Yu Xing found this person quite interesting and couldn't resist teasing him.

"Giving away appropriate information is a killer's way of showing sincerity to their partner," Number Thirty-Seven said seriously.

Yu Xing: "Oh, when did I agree to be your collaborator...?"

Zhao Yijiu coughed lightly. "Fortunately."

Yu Xing realized, "Ah, that's true, we should go up now."

After saying that, the two wasted no more time, leaving behind a group of disappointed onlookers who dispersed, muttering things like, "What? No one died." Sick Blood Source and Killer Brother stood there looking at each other in bewilderment.

Finally, the assassin asked, "What did Cold Wine say just now? I didn't hear him say he wanted to go up?"

Blood Source tilted his head. "He said 'fortune'."

"..." The two stood there for a while longer, then decided that repeating those last few sentences would be incredibly stupid.

The main reason was that they had nothing else to do; their anticipated trip to the art museum turned out to be so dangerous and unexpected.

Blood Source sighed one last time.

"Forget it, let's go back when the time comes. Traveling to unknown places through the mirror is too risky. We should start from the base and gradually search outwards; perhaps the difficulty won't be so sudden."

"That's right. I wonder if the Mad Doctor and the Chess Master will cause trouble for Xing and Cold Wine. Neither of them is easy to get along with, especially the Chess Master..." The Killer Brother, now with some free time, started worrying about the other experience testers.

"I guess not." Blood Source gazed at the corridor devoid of other outsiders, his interest waning. Only when there was no danger around him did his true charisma shine through. "Fortunately showed absolutely no interest in our proposed intelligence exchange earlier. Do you think he would refuse so decisively without any partners?"

"I suspect that when Xinghe and Cold Wine first arrived at the art museum, the Chess Master had already made contact with them. The Chess Master wouldn't let something uncontrollable go unchecked until now; that guy with the rabbit... he'll only let his fellow travelers live under his nose."

"You mean, the Mad Doctor's team and Sachi have already started cooperating?" The assassin was slightly surprised. "When the container came to deliver the message earlier, it mentioned the prey. It said the prey only observed the entire painted world from a distance. According to you, at that time, the prey and Sachi were actually cooperating, and even if Sachi was really going to be killed by the chef, the prey would help?"

"Eighty percent." Blood Source nodded, then sighed. "This time, I don't know whether to say the Mad Doctor team seized the initiative or that Xing was good at planning... It's a real pity. If I could, I would also like to cooperate with Xing. He's very powerful, and if we were on the same side, we would be great friends."

"We don't have any conflict with the Mad Doctor. At worst, we can cooperate." The assassin shrugged. "It just means giving up a little more benefits, but compared to regaining our strength and surviving, it's nothing, isn't it?"

"You're right. I was just lamenting that the concentration of schemes on Dead Silent Island is probably off the charts." A faint smile appeared on Blood Source's sickly face. "And look at Xing... his appearance... he's either a patient or a contaminated being. He really dares to take on high challenges."

The assassin paused upon hearing Blood Source's speculation. He didn't know how Blood Source knew about the existence of the Corrupted One, and he didn't dare ask. He could only ask, "What are we doing now?"

"Go to the lounge," Blood Source said. "Go to sleep."

The museum director seemed somewhat surprised by Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu's second visit.

One of the painters inside asked, "What are you doing here again?"

The person in charge cleared his throat. "... Congratulations! You've brought us another suspected fake. If you're right, this is the fourth one."

Four already? Yu Xing silently raised the overall rating of the experience tester by one level.

"Please submit the painting for our verification. If successful, sir," the person in charge looked at Zhao Yijiu. He had previously hinted to Zhao Yijiu that killing Yu Xing with a knife had yielded no results, and he still harbored resentment. Now it was clear that it wasn't because of any deep team spirit, but because they were very confident that they could still get more spots.

He said in a deep voice, "I believe your companions have already told you why the sacrifices appeared. This time, I will..."

Zhao Yijiu: "Although I already know, I still want to hear you say it again."

In the darkness, Zhao Yijiu's eyesight was far Yu Xing's. He clearly saw the person in charge's dry lips, like a capitalist who hadn't had a sip of water all day after giving a speech. Zhao Yijiu said coldly and clearly, "Please tell me everything again, in as much detail as possible. I love listening to stories."

The person in charge's already blurry face became even more blurry.

Yu Xing thought, "This guy, who did he learn that from? He's so naughty."