NOVPUBNumber 11 hummed a tune while leisurely walking deep into the forest. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
Traveling from Zone 48 to Zone 51 had taken quite some effort, but luckily, he had connections in the Military Department that allowed him to take a direct military airship.
What he didn’t expect was that Player Number 10 was actually in Evil Dragon Forest, which saved him a lot of trouble.
In Evil Dragon Forest, killing people was basically untroubled by any pursuit from the Holy Department.
According to the information he had previously investigated, Player Number 10 had only been a First Rank Spirit Master for a few days. The Spirit Clothes they knew should have been several, but none too proficient, making dealing with them not difficult.
After dealing with Number 10, the hunting and predation stage would grant him double the Life Points, that is, 8 Life Points, plus an extra reward of 3 Life Points for the kill, totaling 11 Points.
Plus the 13 Life Points he still had left, making it a total of 24 Points.
With so many points, he could definitely buy the last spiritual material in the next evolution stage, maybe even have a surplus to buy an extra game skill card or a C-class Spiritual Clothes.
Delighted, Number 11 hummed as he pushed aside branches and soon reached a clearing.
The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, and the dense forest was silent and dark.
He looked down at his location card, which showed that Number 10 was right here, but there was no one around.
"Strange..."
He frowned, his eyes turning into vertical slits like those of a snake, scanning the surroundings but still detecting no fluctuations of Spiritual Pressure.
"Interesting~"
He sneered, "Did you think by hiding you could escape me?"
Saying so, he made a throat-slitting gesture around him and snarled, "Just wait, I’ve said that I would—"
But his words were cut off abruptly. His mocking gaze froze, then became vacant like a puppet’s, as a bloodied blade silently pierced from his left chest, glistening droplets of blood trailing down the blade into the void.
The man in white stood behind him, his voice cold and detached, "You talk too much."
The blade abruptly withdrew from the heart, and Number 11 could only feel intense pain followed by a fading consciousness. As he fell to the ground, his vision blurred, he faintly saw a woman in a black dress with crystal high heels walking up to the man in white, her voice cool and perplexed:
"Is this the enemy you spoke of? He seems too weak..."
"Indeed, I did not expect him to be this weak, but whatever..."
Their voices gradually faded, and the world plunged into darkness. Why, why was Number 10 so strong...? Player Number 11’s consciousness blurred in fear and despair, his last thought filled with the endless confusion of ’Am I really that weak?’
The man and woman in white and black stood by the corpse.
As Mu Qingtong extended her hand adorned with a bracelet, the vacant eyes of the soul began to detach from the forehead of the corpse and ascend, captured within a stone inside the bracelet.
She took off the stone and handed it to Xia Feng, "What do you want his soul for? Wouldn’t it be better to just annihilate him?"
"Don’t ask; if you do, it’s for important use."
"Suit yourself, but this soul stone is of average quality; it can only preserve the spirit of the deceased for three days, after which he will dissipate completely."
"Got it." Xia Feng pocketed the stone and started to search the corpse.
Soon, he found four thumb-sized glass bottles in the inner pocket of Number 11, glowing red, yellow, blue, and green under the Blood Moon.
"Wow, Wisdom Fruit Juice, Life Fruit Juice, Ice Silk, Jupiter Flower, quite a complete set of items here."
Xia Feng tossed the four small bottles to Mu Qingtong, "Here, the Jupiter Flower you wanted."
The Jupiter Flower, only half a finger in size, floated inside the glass bottle. Mu Qingtong held the bottle under the Blood Moon and murmured in confusion, "Judging by the color, this flower bloomed just a few days ago. How did you know this person had a Jupiter Flower?"
"Don’t worry about it; now that we have all the materials, hurry up and advance to Second Order."
Xia Feng clapped his hands, stood up, and urged, "Advance now!"
"Now?"
Mu Qingtong seemed somewhat helpless, her golden eyes calm, "I’m not in a hurry, so why are you?"
The Emperor is not in a hurry, eunuch... ah spit, it’s the eunuch who is not in a hurry while the Emperor is!
Mu Qing, my entire empire depends on you now!
Xia Feng gave a slight smile, "Fine, the path ahead will become increasingly dangerous anyway. When you encounter danger later on, I may not be able to save you~"
"I don’t need you to save me."
"Oh? Really~"
Xia Feng raised his eyebrows, "Then maybe you should check your own condition. Your eye sockets are red, your eyebrows emit a black aura; if you continue like this, you might really transform due to the Evil Power."
Having been told so by Xia Feng, Mu Qingtong also realized something was off. Her spirit was momentarily distracted, and as she was about to speak, she saw countless Xia Fengs appearing around her. The Xia Fengs smiled at her and then simultaneously drew swords to their necks and committed suicide, splattering blood across the entire world.
The heads of Xia Feng rolled to her feet, resembling hell.
"Xia Feng... died?" She gasped, her eyes wide. She held her forehead and shook her head, quickly realizing that one of the early signs of transformation due to Evil Power was seeing the things she feared.
She really couldn’t hold on this time.
"What a weakling, Mu Qingtong," a familiar male’s low chuckle came from above.
She looked up, trying hard to focus her eyes, but the Xia Feng in front of her still appeared with double images. His dark eyes looked down from above, and he gently pinched her pointed chin.
Her delicate hands pressed against Xia Feng’s broad shoulders. She tilted her head back, her chin lifted high, and her light golden eyes suddenly became alert, subconsciously wanting to push him away. However, her slender waist outlined by her black dress was fiercely embraced by the man’s large hand.
"Don’t move."
Following Xia Feng’s soft words, numerous wisps of gray mist flowed along her collarbone and slender neck into the palm of the man holding her chin, and then disappeared entirely into his palm.
Her divine sense gradually cleared, and she felt mentally refreshed.
"How does it feel? Pretty good, right?"
Xia Feng’s eyes, looking down from above, carried a smile. Her eyelids quivered lightly, and in a soft voice, she said, "It’s alright, but can you take your hand away first?"
Xia Feng silently withdrew his hand, smiling, "Do you realize your shortcomings now?"
Mu Qingtong watched him for a while, her calm and beautiful eyes slowly curving into a smile. She softly said:
"I have to admit, Mr. Xia, you’ve won this round."
"This round?" Xia Feng was momentarily taken aback.
The first round, their Spiritual Pressure was equally matched.
The second round, their appearances were equally matched.
The third round, both their musical talent and intelligence were average, tied.
The fourth round, their dance skills were equally matched.
The fifth round, Xia Feng could maintain his consciousness under her hypnosis, but she couldn’t resist the corruption of Evil Power for long.
Clearly, she had lost this round, but it didn’t matter because... this junior was becoming more and more interesting!
Lost in thought, the woman in the black dress stared intently at Xia Feng, her beautiful eyes curving like crescent moons, "Mr. Xia, could you protect me while I advance to the Second Order?"
Xia Feng’s dark pupils suddenly brightened, my goodness, you’re finally ready to advance.
He nodded, about to speak, but his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked back towards the depths of the dark forest.
There was a strong and active reaction of Evil Power rapidly approaching, with a very definite target.
