Yu Xing's Ecstasy

First, he reached his hand into the doorway. Black mist swirled around him, Yu Xing felt a sticky sensation. However, the substance enveloping his hand felt very comfortable, melting into his skin like air upon contact.

Once he was sure the mist wouldn't harm him, he stepped entirely into the strange door.

Behind him, Director Gene's footsteps suddenly grew louder, Yu Xing's pupils shrank. For a moment, he thought that Director Gene was approaching him.

However, just two seconds later he realized that Director Gene was actually leaving, but his senses were amplified to an extreme degree, and even the slightest sound sounded as if it were right next to his ear.

Darkness, endless darkness before my eyes.

The road leading to the Principal's office seemed endless, and Yu Xing could only follow his instincts. He couldn't see anything beneath his feet, as if he might fall into an abyss at any moment.

At times like these, people are more likely to get distracted by their surroundings and miss many things that should be easy to spot.

Yu Xing and indeed heard a dense chorus of mosuo sounds within the black mist.

Glug glug...

There were so many sounds, though they were faint, they were overwhelming, like the boundless ocean.

Yu Xing thought he probably knew what it was. If he wasn't mistaken, what was surrounding him now were probably all branches of the Ghost Tree.

Those transparent branches, hidden in the black mist, twisted and coiled, crawling towards him bit by bit, treating him as nourishment, waiting for an opportunity to devour him... Is that it?

Fortunately, he was the same.

Yu Xing paused, and following the sound she heard at the last second, she turned and leaped into the darkness, reaching out to touch something.

He immediately gripped the rough bark in his hand, and a suction force came from the branch. Yu Xing held the branch tightly and pulled it out like pulling a radish.

The black mist surged and churned, like clouds rolling and unrolling. Finally, as if receiving an order, the black mist retreated frantically, and the entire space suddenly opened up.

This is indeed a "road".

The entire space had no boundaries and was likely a pseudo-space constructed by supernatural forces. Just as he had imagined, the things that resembled walls—below him, all around him, and above him—were all made of intertwined tree branches.

The only two gaps were a few meters radiating outwards from him and a narrow path leading to another door ahead.

The branch that Yu Xing grabbed was wrapped with mysterious black patterns that made one feel dizzy when staring at it.

The lines slowly writhed, and one of them even climbed up the back of Yu Xing's hand from where his hand touched the branch.

Yu Xing did not stop it, coldly watching as the patterns completely crawled onto his hand. He could feel the suction coming from these patterns, but once the patterns completely detached from the Ghost Tree, the suction disappeared and instead became fixed on the back of his hand.

There was a thin, winding stripe running from the side of his little finger all the way to his wrist. It wasn't exactly aesthetically pleasing; it looked like a dark crack had suddenly appeared in the middle of his skin.

The betrayal of Xiaowenlu caused unease among the branches of the Ghost Tree. That branch began to retreat like the other branches, and Yu Xing would never give it that chance.

As the branch retreated a step, Yu Xing stepped forward, firmly gripping the tip of the branch until it was almost back to where the other branches were, at which point the other branches began to stir.

The force of repulsion began not only towards Yu Xing, but also towards the branch he was holding. A terrifying chewing sound came from the tightly packed twigs, and soon, Yu Xing felt his hand lighten.

The branch he was holding was twisted off from the inside by other branches.

As soon as the branch broke, the other black veins clinging to it twisted wildly, then seemed to have found a new territory and rushed towards Yu Xing's hand.

One line after another took shape in Yu Xing's hands, no longer monotonous but gradually transforming into a strange pattern, resembling a human face, an eye, and similarly, an ancient totem or formation.

For some reason, Yu Xing's night vision was enhanced in this area, just like his hearing. After the black mist dissipated, the entire space was as bright as day to him.

He carefully examined the new "tattoo" on the back of his hand, and after a long while, he finally realized that it was neither a face nor anything else; the shape of the tattoo was that of an unformed tree.

The branches were sprawling and menacing, and beneath the twisted trunk lay a terrifying root system. Only a few roots were extending downwards, from the back of the hand all the way to the forearm.

Once fixed, a faint black mist emanated from the patterns, giving Yu Xing a very comfortable feeling.

"Hmm..." He also felt that the black patterns on his hand were releasing a certain suction force to the outside world. It seemed that if the black mist from before still remained here, this tattoo should be able to absorb the black mist and use it for its own purposes.

Isn't this the most direct manifestation of his struggle for the Ghost Tree's power?

Yu Xing's eyes lit up, as if a hungry wolf had spotted food. He immediately walked towards the remaining ghost city tree branches, but those branches were already prepared, spreading out and shrinking into the endless abyss behind them.

It's clear that these branches grow from the outermost, finest parts, and their ability to devour prey may not be strong enough to harm the Yu Xing, which is of the same origin.

If it were a thick tree trunk or roots, the scene from before wouldn't have happened; instead, we might have seen Yu Xing being sucked dry by the tree roots, turning into human bones.

Yu Xing looked at the retreating branches with regret, her eyes filled with reluctance.

He gently stroked the patterns on the back of his hand, his voice laced with a hint of seduction. "I taste delicious, you're welcome to come and eat me again next time."

The silent tree branch. "..."

Bullshit, you liar.

Yu Xing was happy after the delay, but the Principal, whom she had never met before, seemed a little uneasy.

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Unfamiliar footsteps echoed from behind the door at the far end of the tangible portion of this space.

Yu Xing knew immediately that the footsteps belonged to the Principal.

That's right. The Principal had been preparing for several days just to present him with such a generous gift. It wouldn't be right for him not to apologize to the Principal properly.

Yu Xing rubbed her face, put on a warm smile, and walked towards the door without a door panel.

This time he didn't hesitate, and his departure was not hindered in any way. There was no obstruction at all, except for the pseudo-space between the two strange doors. The blinding light made his vision go white for a moment.

"Roy, classmate."

A deep voice sounded behind him, belonging to a middle-aged man in his forties. Along with the Principal's greeting, there was a whooshing sound with a metallic smell, heading straight for the back of Yu Xing's head.

"Bang!"

Yu Xing rolled forward, and at the same time, a huge, blood-stained axe struck the spot where he had just stood.