Surgical Knife

With no clues to be found by staying here any longer, the other examinees sensibly cleared a path when they saw Bo Shuo about to leave.

That act of making way allowed the NPCs at the back, who had been unable to squeeze in and see the whole scene, to witness what had happened inside.

A wave of shrill, terrified screams immediately rang out.

They did not know that the tall, thin man had been dead for a long time, and had long since mutated into a monster.

They could only realize from the horrific scene inside that a teammate they had once spent so long with had died a gruesome death overnight.

And the killer was very likely...

A long-haired woman stared in terror at the young man slowly emerging from the crowd. His expression was calm, while the corners of his eyes, stained red by blood, carried a hint of crimson.

His features were cold and stern, radiating an intense killing intent.

He seemed to feel no emotion at all from killing someone, as though what he had killed was not a living person but a lifeless object.

The knife in his hand was even still dripping with blood—

Too terrifying. Too terrifying.

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The tattooed man clearly knew more, but his lips trembled, and he did not dare say another word.

"Move." Bo Shuo's voice was icy, and his dark-purple eyes looked down at them condescendingly.

By the time the long-haired woman came to her senses, she had already instinctively cleared a path, cold sweat streaming down her back.

None of them dared step forward, except for one person.

Xi Guici leaned against the doorframe, his gaze lowered as he idly toyed with a Silver White surgical knife. His pure-black down jacket had already been removed, leaving a simple black shirt and suit pants encasing his long legs.

His proportions were breathtakingly perfect.

Bo Shuo stopped because of this, his gaze fixed on the surgical knife.

Wait.

Why did this surgical knife look so much like his?

Actually, it only looked similar in appearance. The two were not truly alike.

Bo Shuo's surgical knife was an S-class Ghost artifact, while the one in Xi Guici's hand was merely a simple F-class Ghost artifact.

Its aura was so weak that it was nearly impossible to detect.

As if sensing Bo Shuo's gaze, Xi Guici's hand paused as he toyed with the surgical knife. He suddenly looked up and smiled faintly at Bo Shuo. "Mr. Bo."

His enunciation was quite unique, carrying a faintly distinctive charm. Before Bo Shuo noticed anything, Xi Guici had already come close.

Bo Shuo's body tensed. He instinctively wanted to strike back, but a chill suddenly appeared in his hand. The surgical knife had been placed in his palm.

Xi Guici retreated with perfect restraint, maintaining a neither-near-nor-far distance. After handing over the surgical knife, he kept himself at a comfortable distance.

"I just tried to replicate the knife in Mr. Bo's hand, but my technique was too crude. It can't compare to the one in Mr. Bo's hand at all."

That sigh-like tone slipped into his ear on the wind.

Bo Shuo clenched the knife in his hand. A slightly warm sensation passed through his fingertips, making him uncomfortable.

He immediately tossed the surgical knife aside. Clatter. It hit the floor with a crisp echo.

"Get lost. Don't provoke me."

He did not want to stay with a madman.

Bo Shuo considered himself a good person, and he did not want any overt entanglement with someone like this madman.

After assessing his surroundings and confirming that he could not fight Xi Guici here,

Bo Shuo pulled open the door with a cold expression and walked straight in, then shut it with a click, leaving Xi Guici outside.

The door slammed shut.

"Mr. Bo is so heartless."

His tone carried a faint hint of grievance.

Locked outside and snubbed by the closed door, Xi Guici did not look displeased.

He slowly bent down and picked up the Silver White surgical knife from the floor. Beneath his gold-rimmed glasses, his peach-blossom eyes were no longer gentle, but instead held an almost indifferent coldness.

Just as he picked up the surgical knife, it began to twist and change, then transformed into a vivid, dripping-red rose.

"What a pity that he doesn't want you."

His fingers exerted the slightest force, and the rose turned to dust, which he casually scattered across the floor.

--

Bo Shuo's sleep was far from peaceful. The collapsed bed was uncomfortable to sleep on, and nights at the Exam Venue were hardly tranquil either.

Around the third watch of the night, a bright, piercing suona suddenly sounded outside. It was immediately followed by a series of heavy footsteps, occasionally accompanied by the resentful sobbing of a woman.

Bo Shuo was completely jolted awake by the commotion. Through a gap in the paper window, he could see a massive procession outside.

It was a wedding procession coming to fetch the bride.

At its center was the bride's bridal sedan, with wedding attendants on both sides stretching grandly for several miles.

But once those "people" drew closer, it became clear that they were rows of Paper Figurines.

Their eyes had been painted scarlet, their vermilion-painted lips stretched into wide grins, and their limbs swayed in the wind. Strangely enough, they could still steadily lift the bridal sedan at the center.

The bride was crying, and countless sorrowful, aggrieved voices had all congealed into a single word.

Wronged.

What decent family would fetch a bride in the middle of the night?

Bo Shuo did not dare look any longer. He reached out and grabbed 007.

007 struggled desperately in Bo Shuo's hand. "Let go of me!"

His resistance was useless, and he could only be forced to become Bo Shuo's recorder.