Chapter 40: Possession

When Lu Feng rushed to the dining hall, the main doors of the hall happened to be opening.

At the very instant the doors opened, blood flowed out from the tightly shut interior.

In that scarlet liquid, thick as paint, there were also bits of debris—

Those were shredded entrails.

Stepping on the blood as he entered the dining hall, the sight before everyone’s eyes was a scene straight out of hell—

Everywhere lay fragments of viscera, scattered human limbs torn to pieces, and the stench of blood so strong it struck them in the face, as if they stood amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The entire dining hall was dyed red with blood.

The fine food on the platters was stained with it, and even chunks of human tissue had fallen into the dishes, lying together with the food.

Lu Feng saw a few fingers bobbing up and down in a bowl of borscht.

An unbearable wave of nausea surged up in an instant, forcing him to avert his eyes.

He had thought that, after experiencing the impact of the previous two killings by the Evil Spirit, he would have grown used to such scenes of extreme carnage.

But now he realized that he still could not endure it.

Lu Feng lifted his head and looked toward the blood-soaked figure standing at the center of the dining hall.

Bai Quye’s entire body had long been drenched in blood, her black hair matted with dried clots of it.

A kitchen knife and a cleaver were clutched in her hands.

Both blades had already been dulled and notched from hacking through solid bone again and again.

She lowered her head, her disheveled hair falling across her forehead, hiding her face from view.

The girl stood silently at the center of the dining hall, blood flowing down her body, like a demon soaked in a pool of blood in the depths of hell.

And at her feet were twelve intact human heads.

Each face was frozen with an expression of pain and terror, as if even in death they continued to wail in agony.

Yang Yang, Li Sha, Sun Li, Zang Jiaming, Zhang Lianwen, Chen Yifan…

Twelve former classmates, all brutally slaughtered beneath “Bai Quye’s” blades.

Their wide, unclosed eyes seemed to declare to the living that they had died with grievances unavenged.

Collapse struck again.

Those who had come into the dining hall and witnessed this scene screamed madly as they fled, vomiting filth from their mouths as they ran.

In the blink of an eye, only Lu Feng, Lin You, and Zhang Tong—who was clutching the wall, retching uncontrollably—remained in the dining hall.

Lu Feng panted heavily.

The scene before his eyes ceaselessly battered what little reason he still had.

His taut nerves felt like a bowstring about to snap, unable to withstand even the slightest additional strain.

Drip, drip, drip…

He stepped through the sticky blood, inching forward toward Bai Quye, leaving a trail of footprints across the half-congealed gore.

“Don’t go, Lu Feng!”

Lin You shouted at him, pale-faced.

But Lu Feng merely shook his head and kept advancing, slowly yet resolutely.

He knew that the one before him was no longer “human”—

It was not Bai Quye, but the Evil Spirit that had taken possession of her body.

Only the Evil Spirit could kill players, and yet the twelve people who had died by “Bai Quye’s” hands had not resurrected.

Then the hint about “the Evil Spirit possessing an unknown ability”—this ability was now clear beyond doubt—

Possession.

The Evil Spirit, possessing Bai Quye, had slaughtered everyone in the dining hall.

Since the rules counted them as being killed by the Evil Spirit, they could not revive.

But this ability surely was not without restrictions.

Otherwise, the Evil Spirit could have wiped out all the players at the very beginning.

The reason it had stopped after killing twelve people could only be one—

For the game to continue, it could not be allowed to go on killing.

Lu Feng turned slightly, looking toward a shadow curled up in the corner of the dining hall.

Her name was Luo Yuqi, the sole survivor of the massacre.

Her survival perfectly confirmed Lu Feng’s deduction.

At this moment, the Evil Spirit could no longer kill—that was why Lu Feng dared to walk toward “Bai Quye.”

Though everything before him threatened to shatter his sanity, he was eerily calm.

A surge of adrenaline made his thoughts race at uncontrollable speed.

Yet the more he thought, the colder fear grew in his heart—

How perilous these rules were!

Vague clues, cryptic hints, and three rules that only the Evil Spirit Followers could know.

From every angle, this game overwhelmingly favored the Evil Spirit Followers.

For ordinary players, achieving victory was dozens of times harder.

If they wished to win, they could only rely on the deaths of players again and again, scraping together the faintest slivers of clues, catching a glimpse of a nearly nonexistent chance of survival.

Lu Feng drew closer to the Evil Spirit “Bai Quye.” His breathing grew ragged, sweat poured from him uncontrollably, soaking his clothes in just a few breaths.

At last, he stood about two meters in front of the Evil Spirit.

He exhaled heavily, but still could not suppress the wild pounding of his heart, as if it were about to burst from his chest.

“You… are you still Bai Quye?”

Lu Feng asked the “person” before him, while slowly reaching a hand behind his waist—where the revolver he had found earlier in the dungeon was tucked.

Bai Quye’s body seemed to tremble.

She slowly lifted her head.

Her lifeless eyes stared blankly at Lu Feng, her lips opening and closing as she struggled to force out a few words—

“Kill… me…”

But in the next instant, her black pupils abruptly turned a ghastly white.

Her lips twisted upward into a grim, sinister smile.

A hoarse, rasping laugh—“guh guh guh”—rose from her throat, like the Evil Spirit whispering in one’s ear.

The Evil Spirit suddenly raised the kitchen knife and, inch by inch before Lu Feng’s eyes, slit open Bai Quye’s pale slender neck.

Blood spurted like a fountain.

Bai Quye’s frail body swayed twice before collapsing heavily to the ground, her face still fixed with that grotesque grin.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Then despair—despair so crushing it drove one mad.

Lu Feng stood dazed in the center of the dining hall, like a fool.

No matter how Lin You and Zhang Tong called to him, he did not respond.

In the end, the two had to shove and drag him until they finally managed to pull him out of the blood-soaked dining hall.

At the instant the doors closed, Lu Feng suddenly snapped back to awareness.

He shoved the two aside and pushed the doors open again—

Everything was restored to how it had been.

The tables were laden with steaming, delicious dishes.

The air was filled with the aroma of food.

The exquisitely plated meals looked mouthwatering.

No one would have guessed that just moments ago this place had been a vision of hell on earth.

In that instant, the taut string in Lu Feng’s mind finally snapped.

He roared and charged into the dining hall, seizing a chair and smashing it down on the dishes—

He went berserk, overturning tables laden with food, spilling steaming borscht everywhere—

He howled in despair, like a man possessed, venting helplessly and in agony.

Grade 3 Class 2, only 21 remained.

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