Xu Ye placed the note in his palm and shattered it with a pulse of force.
He sat on his bed, eyes half closed in thought.
It was bizarre.
But Xu Ye remained calm.
As Shen Xinghai had said, he had already crossed the hardest mental hurdle and undergone his first transformation. His mindset was much steadier now, and these bizarre incidents no longer frightened him.
"What do we do now?" Alice looked utterly distraught, covering her face with her paws.
"Alice, this note is different from the previous ones," Xu Ye said.
"Huh?"
"This one was written in blood."
"That makes it even scarier." Alice hesitated for a moment. "In this world, a lot of things involve blood, and they bring curses and misfortune."
"How much blood must that have taken?" Xu Ye marveled inwardly.
Alice's face twitched. "That's not the point, okay? Zhang Feng is already dead, so why are notes still appearing? Was he taking the blame for someone else? Was he never the one writing them? Wait, that doesn't make sense either. Why did he know about the notes?"
"Oh, right. Maybe he had an accomplice."
"The nobles? The Fallen Knights? The Shenchuan Family? Or the Eternal Church, or someone else jealous of you?" Alice counted on her paws, staring resentfully at Xu Ye. "You've pissed off so many people I can't even count them all."
Xu Ye rolled his eyes and muttered to himself, "The Training Camp is still a mixed bag. No wonder the instructors are waiting a month before handing out Psionic Blocks. Over a dozen people have quit in just these two days. There'll probably be another round of weeding people out before things finally settle down."
With that, he ignored Alice's ongoing analysis and went to sleep.
"Xu Ye, I still