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Chapter 235 Weird
And that's not all.

The moment Zhou You finished reading, those four words began to melt like blood, and red liquid flowed all over the pages, just like thick syrup.

Zhou You frowned and threw the case file away.

next moment.

The entire room began to change as well.

The dim incandescent light bulb was covered in bloodshot veins, resembling a mad, gigantic eye at first glance. Rust and dark brown moss grew between the iron cabinets, and the floor beneath one's feet was damp and muddy, as if numerous slimy, soft creatures were crawling out from it.
Zhou You, however, remained calm.

After all... these things looked intimidating, but in reality, they didn't pose any threat to him at all.

Even worse than the two-headed demon in the script!
In the blink of an eye, Duanxie was already in his hand, and as soon as the sword, brimming with murderous intent, was drawn, the unusual scenery around him seemed to have been scorched by flames, and a piece of it was instantly gone!
But since the other party had set a trap, there was no way they would only have this one move. Layers of slimy tentacles stretched out from every corner around him, like sliding worms, pressing him down layer by layer.

But right now.

A truthful statement rang out.

"Om!"

In an instant, it was as if a storm had swept by.

Everything collapsed here.

Upon seeing this, the blood flowing from the book immediately transformed into a twisted human shape, attempting to escape—however, Zhou You did not pursue it.

He put away the Evil-Slaying Blade, took out the Moon-Slaying Bow and the Heaven-Shaking Arrow from the Diancang Ring, and then aimed.

He had never used a bow and arrow before, but at this moment, the longbow and his arm were perfectly integrated, as if he had been wielding it for many years—

Then, the arrow was nocked, the bowstring was easily drawn, and then... it shot outwards!
It was like the aurora borealis streaking across the sky.

When you look again, the bloody shadow is firmly nailed to the wall!
With that loud bang, the little ghost girl who had disappeared earlier reappeared. She was a little stunned when she saw Zhou You, who had just put down the giant bow, but she immediately looked anxious and hurriedly floated over.

...What's going on? Why are you suddenly so concerned about me?
Zhou You followed her gaze and touched his head, only to realize that he had probably focused too much on the blood shadow, which caused him to be bitten when the worms attacked him—but the wound was really small, and there wasn't even much blood.

Even so, the little ghost girl still hovered anxiously to the side. She reached out and covered Zhou You's head, seemingly trying desperately to stop the bleeding, but her illusory hand could not cover the wound at all. In the end, she had no choice but to hug him with her whole body.

Zhou You quickly stopped her, both amused and exasperated—under the protection of the Jing Shen Food Potion, this little wound would probably heal on its own in three or four minutes—then stepped forward and picked up the book.

As the blood shadow dissipated, the blood-red characters completely dissolved, leaving only a standard document report.

"The investigation into this organization is nearing its end. During the investigation, Han Ruiming, the criminal police captain in charge of the case, was suspended from his duties due to his overly aggressive actions. The subsequent actions taken against the organization are as follows."

however.

As Zhou You turned to the next page, he did not see any report text.

The reason is simple—the last few pages had been deliberately torn out.

Judging from the traces... it probably wasn't in the last few days, but even at most it couldn't be much further, it should be around a month ago.

Thinking back to the bloodstain from before, a hypothesis slowly emerged in Zhou You's mind.

"...Was this a deliberate ambush?"

But then Zhou You frowned again.

But the target of this ambush shouldn't be himself.

After all, he had only been back from the script tour for less than half a month—or even less if you count from when he was being tracked—there was no way the other party could have predicted that he would come to the archives and then set up an ambush.

So, who is this person being targeted?
Just as Zhou You was deep in thought, the green door was suddenly pushed open.

"Brother Zhou, I think I just heard a noise. Are you alright?"

Seeing the young man suddenly barge in, Zhou You, who had already packed away his equipment and was unarmed, simply smiled, his expression as calm as ever.

"Sorry, sorry. The lighting was too dim, and I didn't see where I was going, so I tripped and fell. Head? It's nothing serious, just a small cut. Well, it's almost closing time, so I won't bother you any longer."

Zhou You patted the young man on the back as he walked outside.

However, out of the young man's sight, he subtly flipped his hand and put the file into his satchel.

By the way.

He even lightly kicked the wall that had been pierced by the arrow.

The hidden energy flowed into the old wall, instantly forming a crack resembling natural weathering, while also concealing the trace of the hole.
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In a dark, secluded chamber, difficult for ordinary people to find, several people were gathered around a stone platform, illuminated by a few candlelight, doing something unknown.

however.

—Just as someone shot an arrow, pinning that bloody shadow to death.

A candle in the secret room flickered a few times before suddenly going out.

One of the women's figures immediately swayed, and then she spoke in a hurried voice.

"My Lord, the spell you cast in that archive room has been destroyed. This has happened."

"Shut up, what's the panic?"

A very young voice rang out.

The man known as the cult leader didn't panic at all. He bent over, his movements as steady as ever. After a long while, he finished his work and threw the blood-stained scalpel aside.

"So what if it's ruined? It's just a minor setback. Why are you in such a hurry?"

With this reprimand, the woman who had spoken first lowered her head deeply.

"I lost my composure, please forgive me, Your Excellency."

However, the cult leader did not respond at all. He walked around the object on the stage several times with his hands behind his back—as if admiring a work of art—before he spoke.

"How much food do we have left? Is it enough to feed the people down there?"

One of the people nearby quickly replied.

"Reporting to the Master, there is not much left, but if the followers use it sparingly, it will be enough for a few days."

"Then let them use it sparingly. You're at a critical time right now, so the fewer unexpected things you encounter, the better."

The cult leader gave the order casually, but then he spoke again.

However, compared to his previous nonchalant tone, this time his voice was particularly solemn.

"Has the thing we reported earlier been found?"

No one answered this time. After a long while, someone finally spoke hesitantly.

"Because that old man has been on a killing spree lately, we're short-handed. We only hastily sent one follower to track him down, but unexpectedly, he was caught by the police. Left with no other choice, we had to extract the 'Lord' from his body and then abandon this physical form."

There was a long silence.

However, although the cult leader did not answer, the face of the person who spoke grew increasingly ashen, eventually turning into a distorted expression of terror.

then.

Just the next second.

His head seemed to explode like a balloon.

White and red splattered all over the people around them, but no one dared to move.

After a long while, the cult leader finally spoke in a low voice.

"How many times have I told you? How can anyone still ignore me? Remember, that is a sacrifice personally approved by our Lord. If you can get it back, you must do everything in your power to get it back. Do you understand?"

After saying this, the cult leader ignored the responses around him, walked to the top of the stone platform, reached out and gently picked up something.

—That was a head.

The head of a woman stares blankly at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

The cult leader held the head in his hands, observing the terrified face of the deceased. Suddenly, he smeared the blood from the neck onto the woman's lips.

Finally, he kissed her gently.

"Our Lord is about to descend upon the world, and the people..."

"Finally, I was able to ascend to the gates of immortality."

(End of this chapter)