Nightmare Light

Chapter 273 Let's eat instant noodles!
Amid the bishop's angry shouts, the mosquitoes continued to pour out their blood.

The giant mosquito dropped its stinger into the copper bowl, its tail and abdomen twitching and contracting, and the blood accumulated in its abdomen was continuously pressed into the copper bowl during this process.

Once those mosquitoes have finished expelling their blood, their bodies will gradually shrink, becoming slightly larger than ordinary mosquitoes. At the same time, their bodies will become transparent. Although they cannot become completely invisible, they are extremely difficult to spot without careful observation.

The blood flowing into the copper bowl flowed through a metal conduit. Runes flickered on the copper conduit, performing some kind of peculiar ritual. Once the ritual was complete, the blood flowed into the blood pool.

At this time, the bishop would extend his right hand, "scoop" a ball of bright red blood from the pool of blood, and gather it in his palm.

In her left hand, a very thick book hovered in the air. The book was about half a meter square, with a black cover and gold lettering. It was nearly half a meter thick, and on the cover were three large characters engraved in intaglio.

The Book of Infinity

The book hovered in front of the bishop. When it was opened, light emanated from its pages and shone on the bishop's face.

Beneath the hood, half of a thin, pale face was visible. It should have been extremely beautiful, but now it was covered with blood-red tattoos, making it look ferocious and terrifying.

Her gaze was fixed on the pages of the book, her expression focused and fervent, as she muttered to herself.

"The convergence of the power of blood essence..."

"How to extract specific properties from fresh blood..."

"Precautions for keeping fresh blood at room temperature...preservation?"

She was taken aback at first, then her expression changed drastically.

The bishop conjured a ball of crimson blood in his hand and exploded it onto the apostle: "Damn it! Blood has an expiration date! How could I forget that!"

The apostle was blown away and landed in a sorry state.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and lowered his head, saying, "My lord!"

"Three days! Three days at most! We must gather enough resistance! Otherwise, we'll miss the Crimson Purification!"

With a flick of her wrist, a plume of blood flew up from the pool, transforming into a scarlet rope that tightened around the apostle's neck.

Sweat beaded on the apostle's forehead.

“If you don’t want our entire cult’s century of effort to be in vain, you’d better hurry, Mr. Apostle.”

"...Yes, Your Excellency."

The scarlet rope was loosened, and the apostle knelt down, clutching his neck and panting for a while. He looked up, puzzled, "But... Your Excellency, with so many groups of people collecting data, even if one or two groups don't collect enough, it shouldn't have much of an impact, right?"

“Apostle, have you heard of the Cloud University massacre in 87 of the Federal Calendar?”

The bishop's hoarse, cold voice rang out. Instead of answering the apostle's question directly, she asked him a strange question in return.

The apostle was taken aback: "Your subordinate... has heard of this case."

“In that case, seven of the nine students in the 1987 medical class died and one was seriously injured in an explosion.” She tilted her head and glanced at the apostle, smiling slightly.

The apostle's eyes widened: "You mean..."

“Yes, only one student survived, and that was me,” the bishop said.

"...This subordinate does not understand why."

“Because all eight of them did better than me.” She walked up to the apostle, gently pinched his chin, and lifted his head so that he looked at her. “Now, do you understand… why you have to work hard, Mr. Apostle? Because I really hate falling behind others.”

The apostle's heart skipped a beat. He got up and bowed respectfully: "...I understand, Your Excellency. I will try my best."

"Very well, Mr. Apostle, you have three days. If you don't accomplish this..."

"I will do it!" the apostle said, bowing his head.

He thought to himself: Whose fault is it that I got the worst score in the class?
Meanwhile, on Lin Wang's side...

The Public Security Bureau has already sent someone to contact Lushan.

Not wanting to alert the enemy, Lin Wang did not immediately go to Lushan with them—although he did decide to participate when it came to actually arresting the suspect.

Considering the key words of this case: blood, pollution, and the people of Lushan, Lin Wang almost instantly pieced together a huge conspiracy, most of which was related to the tree fern.

But he doesn't believe that the suspect could have sucked so much blood in the heavily guarded Lushan area without an informant.

Therefore, the Public Security Bureau will first send someone to establish contact with Lushan and quietly complete the basic preparatory work.

Then they took action and went to arrest the people.

The preliminary preparations by the Public Security Bureau and the people of Lushan would take at least half a day to a day, which meant that Lin Wang found himself suddenly idle.

He walked out of the police station, and through the hazy mist, he could see that the sky was gradually turning a pale yellow—dusk was approaching and night was about to fall.

Lin Wang suddenly felt curious: What is the principle behind the fog in this world?
Was it caused by some natural force? Or was it... divine power behind it all?
Based on his understanding of this strange little world, there was most likely some kind of divine power behind it... But why would a god shroud this world in mist?
As dusk fell, Lin Wang strolled along the road, lost in thought.

In the twilight mist and under the gradually brightening streetlights, he strolled home, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a roadside food stall serving dinner caught Lin Wang's attention.

The food stall owner was a chubby middle-aged man who was quickly stirring some kind of local specialty in the pot—a type of noodle that was about the width of a finger but very thin.

Halfway through stir-frying the noodles in the oil, a little sauce is poured in, along with some chopped green onions, minced meat, and other side ingredients. A bowl of fragrant stir-fried wide noodles is then served to the customer.

Seeing Lin Wang staring intently at him, the portly shopkeeper grinned and called out, "Young man! You're so tall! Want to try a bowl?"

The aroma of the sauce filled Lin Wang's nostrils. He took a deep breath and felt his taste buds tingle.

He suddenly had a strong craving for a bowl of instant noodles.

To be honest, for someone like Lin Wang, he could tolerate everything else about time travel, but the fact that he would never be able to eat instant noodles again...

This is something I can't tolerate.

Thinking of this, he smiled at the shop owner and said, "Boss, I'll pay for the noodles, but can I just take the raw materials? I can make them myself."

The shop owner agreed with a strange look on his face.

He pinched off a piece of kneaded dough for Lin Wang, and then placed a little bit of the sauce, scallions, minced meat and soy sauce that Lin Wang had specified on the table in front of Lin Wang.

Afterwards, the shop owner looked at Lin Wang with some curiosity.

But before he could see Lin Wang start cooking, new customers arrived, so the shop owner had to turn back to work.

Meanwhile, Lin Wang looked at the flatbread, rubbed his hands together, and smiled.

He raised his hand and vaguely grasped the dough. The next second, the dough began to move on its own in the air, twisting and wriggling, becoming thinner and longer, and gradually coiling into thin, alternating strands in front of Lin Wang. When the twisting and deformation was complete, the dough actually turned into a square pancake made of very long thin strands coiled together.

Then Lin Wang swung his hand forcefully, and the moisture in the flatbread instantly disappeared, turning it into a square, dry flatbread.

Lin Wang grabbed a bowl, ran to the shop owner, asked for a bowl of piping hot noodle soup, and threw the noodles in.

The shop owner asked curiously, "Where did you get these dried flatbreads?"

Lin Wang chuckled but offered no explanation.

Instead, he followed his memory of the taste, combining the sauce, scallions (which he had deliberately dehydrated), minced meat, and other ingredients to try and make it as close as possible to the original instant noodle seasoning, and then poured it into the bowl.

Then he began to wait.

(End of this chapter)