The dead-white eyeballs of the Master of Ceremonies spun wildly in their sockets, as if calculating sothing:
"What I an is, we can use this host as bait to capture the Evil Sacrifice behind her."
Aside from the disproportionate strength if the Evil Sacrifice were truly to descend, the very notion was insane, each punctuation mark emanating a chilling madness.
The Master of Ceremonies’ voice betrayed a thin sliver of uncontrollable excitent:
"We can wait, wait for her to grow, for her to beco more perfect, for the Evil Sacrifice to completely choose her, and then at the mont it descends into her body..."
The Wild Beast was sowhat restless at the Master of Ceremonies’ words, but still spoke coolly:
"No, doing this violates the action protocol, we should act imdiately."
The Red Dragonfly licked his lips and offered a different opinion:
"But the Master of Ceremonies said she’s not an ordinary host for the Evil Sacrifice, she might be favored. I agree with the Master of Ceremonies."
One vote for, one vote against, the decision fell back into the hands of the Captain of the Constables.
His brow furrowed, his expression shifting unpredictably, he asked in a hoarse voice:
"If we act now and take her back, isn’t it the sa?"
The Master of Ceremonies’ voice suddenly beca sharp and determined:
"Impossible, if we act now to capture her, the Evil Sacrifice behind her will only choose another host to descend into."
The Wild Beast sneered coldly, "Why?"
The Master of Ceremonies spat out the popsicle from his mouth, walked to the wall of the girls’ dormitory, and with a proud grin, said aningfully:
"Because we are Destiny!"
The Wild Beast was montarily stunned, but the Red Dragonfly understood and licked the milk stain on the corner of his lips.
The Captain of the Constables revealed fanaticism in his hoarse voice:
"Exactly, no Evil Sacrifice dares to descend under Destiny’s watch; otherwise, it would be served on Destiny’s platter."
The Master of Ceremonies nodded and added:
"That’s the point. Think about how I got these eyes. If the group of Evil Sacrifices has a similar ’wanted list,’ then we [Destiny] would undoubtedly top that list, even ahead of the Upper City Council."
The Captain of the Constables pondered for a long ti before speaking harshly:
"We can wait for a while, but only until the base in Zone 9 is fully established. By then, when [Online] contacts us, the decision will be in [Online]’s hands."
Since the Captain had made a decision, the three had no further objections.
"Understood!" x3
The Captain of the Constables exhaled a turbid breath and said sinisterly:
"Since that’s the case, we can’t just sit and wait. We need to accelerate her growth. Master of Ceremonies, you know the most about the Evil Sacrifice. Tell us, is there a way to hasten her growth?"
The Master of Ceremonies did not disappoint and imdiately provided a thod of acceleration:
"As far as I know, slaughter and consumption are the best nutrients for an Evil Sacrifice host, and intense emotional fluctuations are the catalysts for digesting these nutrients.
So, the most clumsy yet effective thod is to force her to remain in great fear at all tis, to force her to continually kill and consu, even to devour her own blood relatives...."
As the Master of Ceremonies thodically explained, the eyes of everyone in Squad 103 grew increasingly bright.
A few minutes later, the Captain of the Constables adjusted his pants and scratched his foot with his toes, then issued an order:
"Do as the Master of Ceremonies said."
The Master of Ceremonies smiled happily, then changed the topic:
"By the way, Captain, I’ve found another target within the school."
Everyone in the channel was taken aback at the sa ti.
Master of Ceremonies: "You guessed it, Zhou Hu is also in the school."
According to the original plan, Squad 103 intended to complete Zhou Hu’s task first, then go to Zhou Hu for paynt while collecting his goods.
But now, Feng Yuhuai has been confird as an Evil Sacrifice host, greatly changing the situation.
The Captain of the Constables caught the implication in the Master of Ceremonies’ words, spat out thick phlegm, and said:
"In that case, let’s send him on his way."
The Red Dragonfly slurped down his tongue:
"We’re not doing Zhou Hu’s job anymore? Captain, your brother still...."
The Captain of the Constables interrupted the Red Dragonfly with a cold sneer, his voice filled with ruthlessness:
"Feng Yuhuai’s price is too high; Zhou Hu and his whole family can’t afford it. Even adding my brother wouldn’t be enough. Our Squad 103 does not operate at a loss."
.....
Ti slipped away imperceptibly.
Feng Yuhuai stepped onto the ring with a restless heart. Ever since she left the dical tent earlier, a deep chill had continuously surged through her heart.
No.
Not just once, but twice, three tis, several bouts of deep chill.
She thought it was just a temporary illusion, but then another wave of chill swept over her like a tide.
Before she could catch her breath, the third wave of chill had already snuck in.
Then ca the fourth wave...
The last ti she rembered feeling such terrifying chills was when a rotten black hand had reached towards her, dragging her into an abyss without a bottom.
So, by extension, does that an this ti, one, two, three, four... several black hands are ready to reach out from all directions towards her?
Feng Yuhuai’s heart thudded loudly. Having learned a painful lesson before, she was now incredibly willing to trust her instinctive sense of danger.
However, if according to her previous experience, one wave of chill represented one kind of danger, then isn’t the sudden onslaught of danger this ti a bit too much?
This is too exaggerated!
Even if a person is terribly unlucky, it’s impossible to be targeted by several different dangers all at once in a single day, right? It’s like a person crossing the street and being hit by four cars consecutively; is that probability reasonable?
If that’s true, then that’s not called probability, that’s called divine retribution.
Feng Yuhuai shook her ponytail hard, seemingly wanting to shake off the inexplicable chill along with her hair.
She muttered secretly to herself, although occasionally guilty of minor infractions, they were nothing but trivial mischief, far from being truly egregious, surely not deserving of divine retribution.
She slightly lowered her head, her gaze first sweeping over the festive and lively scene below the stage.
The audience’s cheers surged like a tide, and the entire campus seed enveloped in this heated atmosphere.
She glanced again at the countless caras around, and the "spotlights" shining down from above.
"How could there be danger in the school, and this is a live TV broadcast, there can’t be any danger, maybe my feeling is wrong..."
Feng Yuhuai’s face instantly darkened as another wave of new chill welled up in her heart.
Feng Yuhuai’s inner frenzy: "Is it never-ending?!!"
She widened her beauty contact lenses and twisted her neck to survey the stage below, her gaze rigid.
She saw her brother below the stage, his smile half-hidden, the deeper aning behind it sending chills down her spine;
She saw Zhang Liyou clenching his sleeves, knuckles turning white with force, seemingly suppressing so strong emotion;
She saw the female doctor stepping out of the dical tent, her steps light yet carrying an unfathomable eerie air;
She saw her father sitting on the podium, his face glowing, yet his smile concealed a aning she couldn’t comprehend;
She saw the haughty commissioner, a look of chilling coldness in his eyes;
She saw Zuo Bai, the scientist sliding his glasses, apparently hiding an intriguing secret in his gaze.
Before, Feng Yuhuai had been preoccupied with enjoying the attention on stage; now, as she cald down and looked below, what she saw left her astonished.
Good heavens, everything below seed filled with sinister villains, as if the entire world had been overtaken by them, leaving only her alone on the stage, locked under their unwavering gaze...
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