As the mbers of the Special Sixth Class departed into the distance, Xu Xiaoyou's tense mind relaxed.
Unexpectedly, even though she had already altered Bai Zhou's mory, he almost recognized her. Should she say that the sensory perception of soone at the Fourth Tier is indeed keen?
If they knew that the Cleaner of the Light Prism Tier appointed by the association was actually just soone who had barely reached the cusp of the Three Tier, what kind of expressions would they show?
Xu Xiaoyou shook her head. She had no ti to think about these matters for now; the whispers from the Heart of Desire were about to explode next to her ear. She could almost be certain that Anya was nearby in the courtyard at that mont.
Through the abnormally flashing character card, she judged that Anya had once again lost her rationality and sohow concealed her aura. With the mbers of the Special Sixth Class nearby, she had to find Anya, this ticking ti bomb, before it exploded.
Xu Xiaoyou quickened her pace, passing through the corridor, thoroughly searching every possible corner. Many of the servants in the main house noticed the hurried girl, but since the master of the courtyard had specifically instructed them about the identity of the blonde girl as an honorable guest, no one stepped forward to stop her.
As she passed by a study, Xu Xiaoyou heard two people having a conversation behind a screen.
"How is the spread of the Primordial Blood?" soone said, elongating their tone.
Xu Xiaoyou's mind stirred. Using both [Aura Concealnt] and [Optical Camouflage], she hid her aura and form, entering the study. Behind a screen, two figures sat cross-legged on the floor; one was lean, the other peculiarly swollen.
"Your Excellency, it has mostly been spread," the other person said with a hint of flattery. "Whether outsiders or islanders, most have drunk the water laced with Primordial Blood."
Primordial Blood?
Xu Xiaoyou recalled Furen from more than half a month ago. When facing her in the end, soone who was loathed by countless people once began transforming into the form of a Primordial Fishman due to the power of a curse; the ultimate result of this transformation is becoming a mindless, bloodthirsty Primordial Fishman Species.
Moreover, the voice of this person was sowhat familiar to Xu Xiaoyou. She rembered—it was the guy who had been talking to the director of the program group on the bridge last night; the owner of this courtyard.
The forr nodded with satisfaction: "Very good. The miracle should trigger soon."
As if thinking of an exceedingly amusing scene, that person first chuckled a few tis, then suddenly began to laugh uncontrollably, eventually turning into a mad laugh that echoed in the room for a long ti, refusing to dissipate.
"Those fools who listened to the Siren story don't know what they're about to face. Just thinking about the scene feels intriguing, the world's greatest artistic masterpiece is about to be born. Let's wait and see."
Xu Xiaoyou stepped out from the screen, seeing the appearance of the two.
The forr wore a robe of dark red color, sitting before a tea table, with one hand resting on the knee, the wide sleeves adorned with plum blossom patterns draped down. Under the fla-like long hair, the eyes were narrow and the face shadowed, a lady's cigarette between fingers, flicking ash.
Von Jie!
She knew this man too. When she first arrived at the Star of Art, he brushed past her, having blown up the entire stock exchange, orchestrating a shocking explosion case in which the board mber Diesel Lindong died. He could be said to be the instigator of a series of disturbances, fleeing ever since.
His appearance at this mont was greatly different from before, likely using so kind of disguise then, but his eyes never changed. As dull and colorless as when being hunted by the Tuner.
The news reported this guy as missing. Who'd have thought that after that event, Von Jie changed his face and continued activities in the shadows, eting again on this island.
The man opposite Von Jie had changed in appearance since last night; his skin turned a bluish-gray, and his eyes beca cloudy.
After a brief silence, hope slipped into the man's words:
"Your Excellency, I've done everything you asked, so can I..."
"Of course, here you go. This ti they will completely suppress your Fishman bloodline. From now on, you will no longer be an ugly Fishman."
With a gesture akin to charity, a trace of sympathy flitted through Von Jie's eyes. From beneath his long sleeves, he tossed a few dark pills in front of the man.
"The Master of the Pole Star gazes equally upon every person who follows and believes in Him."
Xu Xiaoyou stared at the black pills on the ground; under her gaze, the glossy black coating beca transparent, revealing white, plump worms with limbs curled up inside.
Those are eggs?
The man, as if finding a treasure, crawled forward to pick up the black pills, slowly placing them in his mouth. Hope froze on his face until he realized a few seconds later that there was no change to his body, and even between fingers that were normal began to grow flesh mbranes, his body starting to secrete mucus.
"What is happening to ?"
The man emitted terrified 'gurgle' sounds; in almost an instant, his vocal cords regressed fully. He covered his throat as large patches of skin and flesh fell off; bones inside his body sprouted spikes that pierced through his skin.
"This..."
"Gurgle...gurgle..."
In the blink of an eye, the man's eyes protruded highly, glowing with an eerie amber light. Amidst howling sounds, gray-green scales covered his entire body; his shoulders rose high like small hills, azure veins bulging. His back also protruded high, sharp spikes erging, getting infinitely close to the form of the Primordial Fishman.
His throat rolled, dark green sli dripping down slowly, the wooden floor corrodes into small round holes. Struggling to speak, not a word ca out. The gills on his neck frantically trembled, streaming mucus; reaching out with monster-like long hands, claws leaving deep marks on the ground; crawling toward Von Jie, in what seed like a final plea, uttering sharp, unpleasant throat sounds.
Von Jie watched this scene with pleasure, enjoying the sight of life's ugly struggle: "Now, you can be an incurable fish servant. The Master of the Pole Star doesn't need disgusting followers like you."
"So ugly. To escape your race, you have done no less than betray your kin. You really are the most disgusting race in the world, deservedly cursed."
"I've rejected you on His behalf, flitting glances at fellows like you would only sully the Master's eyes."
Completely transford into a Primordial Fishman, the man lunged madly from the ground, giving a sharp, grating roar but got kicked to the floor by Von Jie, knocking over the tea table and screen, ceramic artifacts on the shelves fell and shattered.
Von Jie ignored the hand reaching out from the Fishman, raising his foot to stomp and burst the man's grotesquely enlarged head, sli mixed with scarlet and ghastly white matter splattering all over the wall.
"However, I must thank you all. Just thinking about countless people watching themselves transform into such a form and beginning to wail is truly wonderful."
Von Jie smiled, countless playing cards flew up from his feet, with all suits representing clubs, disappearing in an instant.
In the dark, having witnessed all this, Xu Xiaoyou appeared, gazing at the grisly state of the dead man on the floor, recalling the previous dialogue between the two, her eyes changed as the keyword 'Siren story' ca into her mind.
'Knowledge is a miracle, and it is also a curse.'
She suddenly thought of a possibility, just at that mont, a few silvery strands descended on her shoulders, a black-gloved hand erged from the shadows behind, quickly covering her mouth. Another hand, sickly pale with prominent blue veins, slender fingers clamped around her neck, almost sinking into her flesh.
"Familiar sll..." Angelina sniffed her scent, eyes dimly saying. "You..."
"Who is it?"
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