The End of Ten Days: When Qi Xia Enters the Tales of Rules

The candidates were all taken aback after hearing Qi Xia's words.

What does that mean?

Is this an attempt to use their blood to make flower cakes?

If we really have to use fresh blood, how much will we need?

The test takers were already feeling a bit uneasy.

Thinking back to those colorless roses I'd seen earlier sent chills down my spine.

If these flowers all have to be dyed red with their blood...

Everyone glanced at the chef strangely, only to find that he was still focused on the ingredients in his hands.

They seemed completely unsurprised by Qi Xia's deduction that blood should be used as an ingredient.

One test taker said, "My health isn't good to begin with, can I skip the blood test?"

Another candidate patted his chest and said, "It's okay, little sister. In my opinion, a flower cake doesn't require much blood. I'll cover your share."

"Oh? Thanks, bro. How about we exchange contact information? I'll repay you once we get out of here."

As they talked, they went to the side and exchanged contact information.

One of the test-takers shouted eerily at the cook, "How much blood do you need? Do you have a knife?"

The chef, without even looking up, said strangely, "The knife is in the cupboard; please take it yourself."

Another candidate said, "No way, bro, are you really going to use your own blood to make flower cakes?"

"Qi Xia already said it, how could it be false? If we don't collect it now, what if someone else comes to collect it for us later? That would be terrible."

As he spoke, he reached into the cupboard to find a knife to bleed himself.

The other candidates looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

"Wait," Qi Xia called out.

All candidates stopped.

"Do you have a syringe?" Qi Xia asked the chef in a strange tone.

The strange chef, who was chopping vegetables, finally looked up and glanced at Qi Xia.

Even in this situation, the man still managed to come up with the optimal solution.

If you use a knife to bleed someone, it will definitely leave a wound, and the pain will be unimaginable.

But if you use a syringe, the situation is much better.

Blood is drawn during routine medical checkups at the hospital.

As long as you don't smoke too much, just a little bit, and after a short rest, you'll be lively and energetic again.

After hearing Qi Xia's words, the candidates finally felt relieved.

If the task can be completed by drawing a small amount with a syringe, then it is not impossible.

The chef said in a strange, cold voice, "There's another shelf below the cabinet; that's where the syringes are."

Sure enough, there was a syringe!

The guy who had been looking for the knife didn't hesitate any longer. He quickly found a syringe, plunged it into his arm, and drew out a large tube of blood.

No, buddy.

Isn't this a bit out of character? They only need a little bit of blood, why are you drawing so much?

Anyone who didn't know better would think you were a shill hired by the supernatural.

After the guy had his blood drawn, he injected it directly into his flower cake.

The blood quickly mingled with the flower cake.

This flower cake is like a parched desert suddenly receiving sweet rain, greedily absorbing every drop of blood.

Instantly, vibrant colors appeared on the flower cakes.

A rich aroma wafted out from it.

Sure enough!

Blood is the key to solving the problem!

The examinee shouted strangely to the cook, "Is it ready now?"

The chef nodded with a strange satisfaction: "It's starting to look decent; Miss will definitely like it."

"Other candidates, hurry up, dinner will start soon. By the way, a friendly reminder: you don't necessarily have to use your own blood. The more blood you use, the richer the reward from the young lady."

What does this old man mean?

Is it trying to make the test takers kill each other?

Sure enough, after hearing what Old Deng said, all the candidates became alert.

They don't want to hurt anyone, but they're unsure if others will come after them.

After all, in this godforsaken place, it's better to die for your fellow Daoists than for me.

Lin Yi didn't say anything. He strode out, found a syringe, inserted it into his left arm, and drew a little blood.

"One person, one responsibility; solve it yourself."

Those who originally had other ulterior motives all put them aside after seeing Lin Yi take the lead.

Everyone took turns finding a syringe and drawing a little blood.

Even the girl who had previously agreed to the man's offer refused his kindness and instead drew a tiny bit of her own blood to inject into the flower cake.

The test takers discovered that the more blood injected, the more vibrant the flower cakes became, and the stronger their aroma.

However, no one smoked much, since their own health was the most important thing.

Everyone took a small share, which counts as completing the task.

The chef said eerily from the side, "You are still too conservative. Compared to the previous candidates, you are far inferior. You will never know what a flower cake soaked in blood looks like."

"Shut up."

All the test takers cursed in unison.

This old man had already played a trick on them, and now he's making sarcastic remarks here.

Why don't you smoke it yourself?

Some test takers even wrote their names on their flower cakes to make sure they could identify them.

There were 50 flower cakes in total, and each one had a name written on it.

Apart from Qi Xia, all 50 candidates made a flower cake.

The chef gave Qi Xia a strange look: "Aren't you going to smoke?"

"There's no need for that," Qi Xia said.

The chef, though bewildered, didn't press the matter, saying, "Madam and Miss will implement rewards and punishments based on the candidates' performance. Are you sure you don't want to draw a prize?"

Qi Xia remained unmoved.

One test taker asked, "We've put in so much effort, what kind of reward will the ladies give us?"

Some candidates had a lot of blood drawn in order to make their flower cakes stand out, and their lips turned a little pale.

I just hope to leave a good impression on the owners here.

The chef said mysteriously, "Miss's rewards and punishments depend entirely on her mood. As for what reward she'll give you, I have no idea. It's getting late, so hurry up and change your clothes and come with me to deliver the meal to Madam and Miss!"

"What? You want food delivered too?"

"If you don't come along, how will you receive the reward from the young lady?"

The candidates then changed into their special clothes.

Lin Yi also felt a bit more curious about this so-called young lady.

All this fuss just to prepare dinner for her.

Qi Xia frowned in thought. This manor mission seemed simple, but it was actually the biggest open scheme.

Because now, they have all had their blood drawn, albeit only a little.

This method is far superior to any other bizarre or strange method.

……

As the meal delivery time approached, the chef gave a strange order for everyone to carry a plate of food and begin delivering meals to the lady and young lady.

"Listen up, we're all just employees. Don't offend the madam and young lady. Try your best to please them. If the young lady is happy, she'll reward you handsomely, and you'll never have to worry about anything again. But if you anger the young lady, not even a god can save you," the chef warned eerily.

The test takers just wanted to finish the dungeon mission as soon as possible and return to the real world.

As for whether there will be a reward or not, it's good enough if we can keep our lives.

Once all the dishes were served, all the examinees respectfully stepped aside, waiting for the ladies to enter.

Lin Yi was secretly alarmed as he looked at the table full of dishes.

Even the young ladies and gentlemen of the capital couldn't stand eating like this every day, right?

This strange lady is really extravagant.

Qi Xia's expression remained calm, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

however.

The moment Miss Weird stepped into the room with her left foot, Qi Xia became excited.

Because it was a figure wearing a white dress.

"Xia, we meet again."

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