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Chapter 475 - Four Hundred and Seventy-Two: ’Nice to meet you.

Chapter 475: Chapter Four Hundred and Seventy-Two: ’Nice to meet you.

Upon seeing the girl in the red robe, Fengchang’s originally calm expression immediately turned cold.

"The First Tribe does not welcome believers of Jiu Shen," he said, "Personally, I also hope that you will break the contract with her soon, or simply kill her to prevent the filth of Jiu Shen from contaminating you over time."

He didn’t even offer any advice on how to deal with Xiber’s condition. As her own brother, he was actually eager for her to die.

Su Ming’an had originally thought that the relationship between Fengchang and Xiber would be a misunderstood one, like that of Holy Initiation and Qin Wang, but it turned out Fengchang truly despised her and hated this heretic so much that he wished for her death.

In their case, it seemed like blood relations did not exist at all; only faith mattered more.

Fengchang and Su Rin walked directly through the unopened gate of the farm and left the place, completely ignoring Xiber’s unconscious state.

They were able to leave directly because they were not contestants in the Sacrifice Field.

Su Ming’an watched the unconscious Xiber, knowing that he could only wait to return and ask Teacher Fang and that old woman. They should have a method to suppress the curse.

... By the way, were those Black Sheep Players still strolling around? He hadn’t disturbed them in their altar sketching for so long, yet the eight altars weren’t finished yet?

This little instance was truly turned into a farm-simulator by this group of Black Sheep Players.

He walked towards the second floor of the nearest factory, hearing a series of "bang bang bang" footsteps, as if someone was running intensely.

He pushed open the door on the second floor and saw a figure leaping down from the other side; it was Isabella, dressed in her distinctive white lab coat.

He had no intention of chasing her but instead headed towards the altar on the second floor. The altar was located above an iron staircase, and at this moment, it was already half-carved. Overturned animal blood had spilled all over the place, dripping down to the processing machinery below through the joints of the iron plates.

"Puff puff puff" white smoke rose, and the factory was in a state of automated production. The only sounds were the "ding ding dang dang" of automatic hammers, strangely eerie in the silence.

Su Ming’an took out his carving pen, dipped it in the blood, raised it, and made a stroke—

Bright red color appeared on the altar, traced along the blurred lines.

[You are carving an altar, current progress: 18%.]

[The props you are using are (Ordinary Carving Pen), (Ordinary Animal Blood), carving efficiency: extremely low.]

...

Su Ming’an painted for a while, only to realize that indeed the pace was very slow.

He put away the pen, hid the unconscious Xiber in a nearby cabinet, then turned around, looked up, and aimed towards the direction of the high iron plates.

The path to the third floor was not the safe iron staircase but was made of iron plates at different heights, inserted into the stone wall nearby, requiring one to jump across.

He slightly bent his legs, exerted force, and jumped.

The North Wind Long Boots’ A-grade jumping power was quite pleasing at this moment; as he jumped, he felt a natural propelling force from under his feet, adding some height to his leap.

"Bang!"

A loud noise erupted. He successfully landed on the iron plate ahead, but due to too much force, he almost fell through the gap between two mismatched plates.

Right below was a red-hot branding iron, the temperature made his face flush red. Even though he could respawn after dying, he didn’t wish to die like this. If the Number One Player died from a failed jump, it would be too embarrassing, almost a theatrical ending.

However, if his previous respawns involved jumping timelines, it wouldn’t exclude the possibility that he had experienced numerous such absurd endings...

He bent his legs slightly again, judged the angle, and jumped again, parkour-style, repeating several times until he successfully reached the third floor platform.

The third floor was very quiet, with only a wooden door at the front of the platform. He stretched out his hand and after melting the gap of the door, he kicked it open.

"Hiss..."

Being in Shadow State, which was quite frail, his leg hurt slightly. He took a deep breath and suppressed the pain.

If he had been in Bright State, it wouldn’t have been so troublesome; he could have just smashed the wooden door to pieces. Unfortunately, this world was somewhat twisted, so he really dared not switch states.

The night wind came towards him, mixed with the smells of decay and blood.

This was the highest building in the farm, and from here he could almost see the entire farm. The view was extremely wide, giving a sense of condescending over all beings.

Faraway fences, blocked gates, swaying wheat fields at night resembling skeletal scarecrows, and altars glowing with blood-red light... They merged perfectly into his vision, carrying a dark Blood-tinted film, like a low-saturation night oil painting.

Several corpses were scattered across the farm, like dead beetles, with cold black mist enveloping their gradually melting and decaying bodies.

Su Ming’an stood at the edge of the platform, gazing into the distance, faintly seeing the emerging hint of golden yellow.

... Dawn was about to break.

No matter what had happened during the night, it seemed that everything would be buried under the ugliness of the past darkness with the arrival of daylight.

Those gruesomely dead bodies were just a trivial part of everything that had happened in this world. No one cared about the struggles and pains experienced here.

As he turned around, a white figure suddenly appeared on the original path.

It was a woman in a white lab coat who had suddenly appeared on the rooftop.

She seemed to have been waiting there for a while, remained silent until he turned around before she spoke.

"I’m glad to meet you. My name is Isabella," the woman said as she tidied her messy hair, her eyes calm.

Her skin was as white as marble, with a sharp stony texture, her eyebrows were dark and thick, her nose straight, her lips beautifully thin, and her eyes exuded a natural confidence.

As they looked at each other, she didn’t show any signs of nervousness, but simply stood calmly at the doorway, a silver mechanical orb hovering over her shoulder.