Tomorrow is the final day.
The sacrifice will be held in the evening.
Even though ghostly shadows loom heavily outside the school, the survivors' excitent remains impossible to suppress.
According to the Bishop's words, as long as the sacrifice is held tomorrow, the Death God will beco even more powerful.
By then, even if all those anomalies outside the school gates joined forces, they wouldn't be able to compare to the Death God.
Forget just one school—the entire Rong City district would be reclaid.
Not a single anomaly would remain throughout the entire Rong City district.
By then, humans would return to their previous way of life.
Chen Ye lay on the bed, his superhuman hearing still able to pick up the excited whispering from the next room.
Lying on the adjacent bed was Chu Che.
Both n had things on their minds.
Chen Ye simply didn't believe a word of the nonsense Wu Jianshan had spoken.
The cigarettes could be taken, but the words couldn't be listened to.
Once Wu Jianshan reached Sequence 4, combined with those two idiots Ding Dong and Sun Xixi, he would beco nothing more than fish on the chopping block.
Chen Ye absolutely wouldn't allow such a situation to occur.
Chu Che's thoughts at the mont were largely similar.
That guy Iron Lion had returned after eating dinner in the evening.
Now he was asleep again.
After all, there was nothing else to do—what else could one do besides sleep?
These were Iron Lion's exact words.
Chen Ye had already seen Death God followers patrolling past the classroom door three tis in a row.
Each ti they passed the classroom door, they would shine a flashlight through the window, seemingly checking whether Chen Ye and Chu Che were actually sleeping.
Both n understood these were sentries dispatched by Wu Jianshan.
"Captain, do you need to use the restroom?"
"A bit!"
"How about we go together?"
"Alright!"
Just as they finished speaking, when the Death God followers shone their flashlight through for the fourth ti, Chen Ye and Chu Che simultaneously appeared at the window position.
anwhile, their beds each had a lump under the covers, making it look like both n were sleeping soundly under their blankets.
"Squad Leader Chu, you're..."
"Let's not speak of what we both understand—you mind your business, I'll mind mine!"
The two n exchanged a glance, and Chen Ye directly stepped onto steps ford by smoke breath and disappeared into the darkness.
As for Chu Che, a rope had long been hanging down from the windowsill.
A head poked out from the window below—it was none other than the convoy assistant Xiao Wang, along with Xue Nan and Xu Lina.
...
In the shadows near the school gate.
A figure completely wrapped in a black robe slowly appeared under the blood moon.
This person's appearance instantly caused restless stirring among the surrounding anomalies.
"I know you can understand human speech—send soone who can make decisions!"
A snow-white figure appeared not far from the black-robed one.
The snow-white figure was entirely white from head to toe, with snow-white hair reaching all the way to their heels. Under the faint illumination of the bloody moonlight, they revealed a sowhat cold doll-like face.
The snow-white figure stared at the black-robed one without speaking.
Those snow-white eyes reflected the black-robed figure's image.
Facing these anomalous auras, the black-robed figure remained completely still within their cloak.
"Hehehe... Who is this, so mysterious? Could it be you're up to so shady business!!!"
A massive octopus anomaly silently appeared on the other side of the black-robed figure, not disturbing a single snowflake.
"Huff huff..."
A huge wolf face appeared directly in front of the black-robed figure, less than ten centiters away.
The foul, stinking breath sprayed onto the black-robed figure, who acted completely unaware.
"Living human, fragrant! So fragrant!"
The black-robed figure remained motionless, as if the wolf face before them didn't exist.
"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve—Wu Jianshan will hold a sacrificial ritual. Do you know what this ans!"
As these words were spoken, the previously restless darkness instantly fell into silence.
However, more eyes lit up within the darkness—so crimson red, so jade green, others dull yellow.
Each pair of eyes represented an indescribable anomaly.
The black-robed figure silently turned and left, their form disappearing into the darkness.
A very cold voice ca from within the darkness: "Sequence 4, huh? It's only level 4, yet Wu Jianshan is this arrogant?"
"Don't put it that way. Wu Jianshan previously had that woman consu a Pathfinder Sequence superhuman, and that woman's power increased dramatically. Now there are a full five superhuman sequences—if that woman really consus them all, we'll be in trouble by then..."
"When do we strike?"
"Sooner rather than later, as quickly as possible!"
"Who was that person? Why would they tell us this!?"
"Don't know, but humans are truly complicated!"
"Complicated is good, hehehe... In that case, why not strike tonight..."
"That person's aura... feels sowhat familiar..."
...
In a deserted location.
Chen Ye pulled out the last bottle of Death God Blood Tears from his chest.
Calling it the last bottle might not be entirely accurate, because Chen Ye had poured all his remaining blood tears into this small bottle.
The bottom of the small bottle was already covered with a shallow layer of blood tears.
These blood tears seed to have life of their own, rushing and struggling within the small bottle.
At the sa ti, Chen Ye used all his Slaughter Points to maximally upgrade these blood tears.
Maximal upgrading ant using all Slaughter Points for upgrading, leaving none behind. The upgrade countdown had just reached zero monts ago.
He was now only a hair's breadth away from Sequence 2.
It always felt like if he could just break through that thin barrier, he could enter the main hall.
Whether he could succeed now depended entirely on tonight.
After learning about the blood tears' background, Chen Ye still felt so resistance toward them.
But now that they'd reached this critical mont, there was no choice.
If he didn't enhance his strength, he might die tomorrow without even knowing how.
Opening the glass bottle, Chen Ye poured all the remaining blood tears into his mouth.
He imdiately activated his breathing technique. The mont the blood tears entered his mouth, Chen Ye felt an unprecedented powerful energy assault him.
The barrier existing between Sequence 1 and Sequence 2 faintly emitted sounds of shattering.
...
Two hours later
Chen Ye returned to Classroom 3, Grade 4.
He happened to encounter Squad Leader Chu Che, who had also returned early.
The two n exchanged a knowing glance, neither ntioning what they had been doing outside.
Just as Chen Ye was about to sleep, he saw Chu Che hand him a bag.
Chen Ye was sowhat surprised.
Above this bag floated two large characters: "Chen Ye!"
These two characters were like those glowing signboard characters in front of shops, shining brightly before his eyes, even sowhat dazzling.
This was... the Pathfinder's marking ability.
"Rember to carry these stones with you, drop one every so often—I'll be able to see them."
The Pathfinder's marking ability could place marks on any object, and could make these marks visible to anyone he wanted to see them.
It could also prevent anyone he didn't want to see them from seeing them.
Just like the grouping function when posting on social dia.
Chu Che's aning was simple—he was placing a mark on Chen Ye.
"Squad Leader Chu, you..."
"We both understand in our hearts! No need for pointless talk!"
"This ti, let's all escape separately—survive as many as we can."
"With these stones, at least I'll still be able to find you all."
"Rember, before I find you all... don't die!"
Chen Ye saw that Iron Lion's head also had two large glowing characters: "Iron Lion."
Clearly, Chu Che had prepared in advance.
But just at that mont.
Both Chen Ye and Chu Che abruptly looked toward the school gate direction.
There was a terrifying aura coming from there.
Soone had entered the school!
Even Iron Lion, who had been in the midst of dreaming, opened his eyes, with Mad Lion's eyes simultaneously opening as well.
Not only that, but Sun Xixi and Ding Dong, who had been resting on the third floor, imdiately sat up from their beds, looking toward the school with tense expressions.
Wu Jianshan in Classroom 1, Grade 4, who had originally been ditating, now also wore an extrely unpleasant expression.
All the survivors were startled awake at this mont.
A rotting foot stepped across the school gate threshold, leaving a deep imprint in the snow.
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