Villagers

All examinees of White Faction gathered outside the door, watching their surroundings vigilantly before someone kicked open the closed door.

Dust flew into the air.

The abandoned ruins were laid bare in a single glance.

The surrounding light was dim, and a few wooden Desk Chairs were sparsely placed inside, covered in a layer of dust. Behind them was an eye-catching patch of red, with crimson jars of various sizes stacked together, exuding a thick, fishy sweetness.

Black Haired Red Robed Youth stood right in the middle, his slender and straight figure elongated, lowering his eyes as he casually wiped a scalpel.

The clear blade reflected the youth's sharp jawline, outlining a dangerous and mysterious temperament.

After the door was kicked open, the youth raised his eyes with a half-smile.

"You've arrived quite fast."

Almost instantly, the few people at the front froze, standing stiffly in place as the courage they had previously forced themselves to summon was punctured like a balloon.

They were also the people Bo Shuo had saved in Ghost Bride's dungeon, so they naturally understood the youth's terror.

Catching sight of the youth's familiar, extraordinarily handsome face unawares, they felt as if they had returned in a daze to the scene where fire and gunpowder smoke filled the sky.

The leader, Xu Ji Mo, had no excessive contact with Bo Shuo, so he naturally did not know what others thought.

He impatiently kicked away the examinee blocking the way in front of him, a twisted and excited expression hooking onto the slightly childish, student-like youth's face.

"I had an impression of you before. Are you Bo Shuo?" Xu Ji Mo faced Bo Shuo directly, his tone flippant and carrying the air of condescending charity. "Hand over the sacrificial manuscript, and I'll allow you to join Flowing Light."

"You've already completed the extra question. Even if this faction assessment fails, you won't fail and die, so you can completely abandon this task."

Xu Ji Mo smiled, his slightly misty brown eyes staring at Bo Shuo as he said, half in threat and half in enticement, "As long as you hand it out, I will recommend you to the guild to join Flowing Light."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding examinees' expressions changed slightly, carrying a hint of astonishment and deep envy.

This was Flowing Light, one of the top ten guilds on the leaderboard, belonging to a height people like them could never reach in a lifetime.

Yet the youth they envied showed not a shred of fluctuation, a smile spilling from the corners of his lips as he looked at Xu Ji Mo's eyes as if looking at a cold, dead object.

"If everyone inside Flowing Light guild is trash like you, then it's truly a pity."

Bo Shuo sighed softly, speaking in a tone that was extremely sincere and easily provoked anger.

As these words fell, before Xu Ji Mo could react in fury, a piercing police siren suddenly erupted outside—

Simultaneously, villagers in various places grew restless, one desperate roar after another ringing out.

"Blood Altar! My Blood Altar is gone!"

"No! The Blood Altar at my home is gone too. The sacrifice is about to happen!"

"There are traces here! Search quickly!"

"..."

Looking down from the sky, one could see the entire village in commotion, torches being lit one after another, moving about and dyeing the entire sky a burning red.

The massive and hurried footsteps seemed to pierce the entire earth, and the numerous monster "villagers" surging from all corners of the village converged together, following the traces Bo Shuo had intentionally left behind.

They angrily rushed toward the abandoned house where the examinees stayed.

(Warning! All NPC villager factions have entered a berserk mode. The gap in strength between both sides is too large, please try to avoid them, examinees~)

When this System Sound rang out, all the examinees looked incredulously at the youth standing in the center.

The monsters' successive roars rang out outside.

"Bang."

A hacking sound came from behind the thick wall, followed by a hair-raising grinding sound as if something sharp was scraping fiercely against the wall.

Another sound, crack, and the entire wall began to collapse.

A sharp axe blade broke through, sticking fiercely outside.

This was only the first villager to arrive... Next would be the second, the third, or even all of them.

"Madman!"

Xu Ji Mo was also shocked by this turn of events, his heartbeat stuttering as he looked incredulously at the youth not far away, gritting his teeth word by word.

"You did this."

"Luring these monsters here won't do you any good either! We'll all die here!"

Bo Shuo chuckled softly, his cold and pretty brows softening at this moment. The scalpel flashed with cold light, carrying a madness just like its master, impossible to look upon straightly.

"You're wrong, I won't die here."

The youth's chilly voice landed inside the house.

"The only ones dying here are you."

A biting intent to kill suddenly descended. Xu Ji Mo's pupils shrank, and he tilted his head to dodge the strike, but the sharp blade still left a rather deep bloody scratch on his neck.

Accompanied by wisps of stinging pain, Xu Ji Mo's expression turned gloomy. His right hand covered his injured neck, and fresh blood slowly dyed his entire palm red.

The curve at the corner of Xu Ji Mo's mouth completely flattened, and he looked at Bo Shuo expressionlessly, saying, "You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeiture."

As the words fell, he also summoned his ghost weapon—a long sword—and blasted toward Bo Shuo.

The villagers outside were stimulated by the bloody smell inside, surging inward like madmen.