CH 24.2

From the beginning until now, it’s hard to say that she’s learned from her mistakes.

She had already been deceived by Mr. Mo’s pretentiousness, but was able to speak freely to him, whom she had only met once.

And the reason for talking freely was simply because she thinks he is a good person and has a good feeling about him.

Hasn’t this girl already suffered from this before?

Is this the standard silly white persona?

Fortunately, it’s me. If I were another Blood, I would have sold her out in the face of Mr. Mo’s absolute authority.

Mr. Mo pushed the door open and was surprised when he saw the scene inside.

Bai Lixin stood up, nodded to Mr. Mo, and left the room with the words, “I’ll be going then, you get some rest”.

He did not want to have too much contact with Mr. Mo.

As Bai Lixin left, Mr. Mo’s red pupils watched his back in deep thought.

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The next day, Bai Lixin followed his memory to the room where “food” was kept in the inner world.

The castle was not as prosperous now as it was many years later, and even the guards were much less.

On a sunny day like this, there were far fewer guards. The room was not as big as that in the surface world, so Bai Lixin quickly found the huddled youth in the corner immediately after he opened the door.

A metal collar was tied around the youth’s neck, and a two-finger thick chain was attached to the collar.

The other end of the chain was fixed to an iron stake in the corner, just like a leashed dog.

The youth had been scared stiff by last night’s madness, and the light of his previous defiance had vanished from his eyes, leaving only fear and despair.

Seeing a Blood approaching, the youth immediately shrank back into the corner in fear, his mouth opening with the intention of screaming out.

Bai Lixin quickly covered Hall’s mouth.

“Don’t scream. Sophia sent me.”

The youth’s eyes flashed with surprise as he gestured for Bai Lixin to let go.

Bai Lixin let go, and the youth immediately asked, “Where is Sophia?!”

“You don’t have to worry about that. She asked me to get you out, are you leaving?”

The youth hurriedly nodded, “Yes, of course I will!”

Bai Lixin, “…Good.”

Under the youth’s astonished gaze, Bai Lixin accurately and ruthlessly knocked him unconscious and threw him into the sack prepared beforehand like a chicken.

Bai Lixin had a strong hand and easily lifted the sack with one hand. He did not leave the castle immediately, but went to the room where the players were being held.

Song Lei was leading the exercise when Bai Lixin arrived.

Song Lei wiped the sweat from his brow as Bai Lixin entered, his gaze fixed on the sack in his hand.

“Oh, after decades of desolation, it’s been a long time since I’ve exercised. I was afraid of not being able to run fast enough at the node. That being said, what’s this?”

Bai Lixin, “The judge’s son, Sophia’s fiancé.”

Song Lei searched his mind for this figure and said, in a daze, “Oh, so it’s him.”

Bai Lixin, “I came to ask, on the previous two occasions, did this man die or did he survive?”

Song Lei frowned and thought carefully. Perhaps this character was too quiet, so he turned to the captain of squad 5 for assistance.

The captain frowned as well.

“So much time has passed and you suddenly ask, I also…” The captain lowered his head, trying to search for some clue from his distant memory.

“However, judging from the life we continued later, he did not appear.”

“The judge was famous in the town, and not two years after the node, the judge died. It was the local priest who gave him his last rites; his children didn’t turn up and he seemed to be all alone. But still, there was an accident that day when a Blood burst in.”

“I think the judge had executed too many Bloods and that one came to celebrate. But fortunately, that Blood didn’t attack anyone. He just watched from a distance for a while and left.”

Song Lei suddenly slapped his trouser leg, “I remember.”

“The judge had one son but it seems like he didn’t know what happened to him  His son disappeared overnight, and the judge died of depression. He passed away very early.”

Several pieces of information were put together, and Bai Lixin developed a strong suspicion.

He gave the sack a complicated look in his eyes and told them again, “I went to the stairs and saw that the dark forbidden area hadn’t appeared yet.”

Song Lei, “That’s okay.”

The group of people were now quite Buddhist, “If we succeed, we’ll go back. If we don’t, we’ll die here in comfort and old age. It’s all good, so let’s go with fate.”

Decades of living had long consumed their passion and motivation.

Bai Lixin didn’t say anything further, but he didn’t put a lock on them this time.

Ten minutes later, Bai Lixin handed the sack to Xia Chi.

As he watched Xia Chi nimbly leave the castle with the sack on his back, Bai Lixin’s eyes gradually darkened.

The whole body can be affected by one hair. Any small change could have a butterfly effect, which in turn could change the whole situation.

The players did not enter the castle the first two times. They could not intervene in the normal course of development, so the ending was the same each time.

If he guessed correctly, the previous Mr. Mo turned Hall into a Blood in the previous timeline.

Mr. Mo’s insane possessiveness and control over Lady Sophia was evident from his necrophilia in the surface world and also from how everything revolved around her here.

This possessiveness and control would not allow an obtrusive love interest to appear like a fly on the wall.

Unless that presence and the purpose it can achieve are insignificant.

This time, his presence led Sophia to ask him for help.

And what about before? Was it possible that Sophia went to save Hall herself?

Could it be that Sophia swore to save Hall, and Mr. Mo turned Hall into what he hated the most?

Was it possible that the transformation of a once brave and fearless young man into a slave to blood may have contributed to Sophia’s death?

Was it possible to change the outcome by sending Hall away?

But was it really possible to change the past that had already happened?

Bai Lixin watched Xia Chi leave and then went to the back garden. There was still a significant difference between the layout of this location and that of the outside world. In the surface world, this place was already a sea of roses whose end couldn’t be seen, but had not been completely reclaimed yet.

When Bai Lixin came to the place with the tunnel, he took a shovel that the gardener had placed here and shoveled it a few times, but the soil was hard and solid.

There was no underground tunnel yet.

So that tunnel had been secretly dug by the remaining servant of the Third Bloods after their deaths.

If he was right, the tunnel should have been dug out from the inside, and that the exit was put here because this rose garden was rarely entered.

When he was underground at that time, he walked for a long time, and according to the route, he had already left this castle.

Bai Lixin stood in the rose garden and looked up. He could see Sophia’s room from here. The window was open, and he was surprised to find that he could see everything in Sophia’s room.

Move one point to the left, move one point to the right, and the view is obstructed by the window frame.

No wonder the vengeful servant put the tunnel here. He must have spied on Lady Rose many times during the day while all the Bloods were asleep.

The window of this room was open at the moment, and Sophia was not in it.

He had been to Sophia’s room as soon as he got up in the morning, and the door was firmly shut; she was not in there. At this time of day, she was probably in labor.

The wedding was six days away, and Sophia was not going to die today, so her surgery should go well.

If the first embrace had happened, Sophia would most likely have become a Blood the next time he saw her, which is in four days.

Bai Lixin entered the castle and went to a locked door on the first floor.

He took a steel wire, picked the lock sharply, and pushed the door open.

This was Mr. Mo’s room.

He wanted to see Mr. Mo’s room when he was in the surface World, but he had never been able to find the opportunity. Mr. Mo was now with Sophia and would not be here any time soon.

Unlike Lady Rose’s fiery red room, this one was wrapped in darkness. The walls were all black; the bed was black; the coffin was black; even the bookshelves and desk were black.

The windows were covered with thick black curtains that did not let in a single ray of light.

Bai Lixin suddenly went from the light corridor to the dark bedroom and stumbled.

Dijia got out of Bai Lixin’s puffy sleeves and spat out, “What poor taste.”

The room was large, and it took a few moments for Bai Lixin to adjust to such darkness.

The Bloods could see in the dark, but it was so dark here that Bai Lixin immediately took the flashlight out of the system backpack.

Turning on the lowest brightness setting, he carefully surveyed the room.

The room was decorated with the most magnificent and expensive fittings. The bed alone was made of the most luxurious and finest mahogany, using the most exquisite carving techniques.

Bai Lixin first came to Mr. Mo’s desk.

The faint light fell on the desk, illuminating its contents.

In the middle of the desk lay a copy of the Holy Book, which was open to the twelfth chapter, and clear traces of ink fell on the words that Bai Lixin had already memorized.

“When all things are silent, the Holy will come.”

Bai Lixin flipped forward a few more pages and saw the same ink marks on a similar phrase in chapters 10 and 11.

“When faith is silent, despair shall come.”

“When despair sweeps in, repentance shall come.”

Bai Lixin flipped the book back and forth again, making sure there were no other traces of ink before turning the book back to the twelfth chapter.

He stared at the words and frowned.

Would Mr. Mo’s name really be hidden in those three sentences?

Mr. Mo had even killed the Third generation of Bloods in order to keep his name secret. He had an insane desire for privacy about his name, so how could he cross out the clues to his name when he was so desperate to protect it?

Could it be a diversion?

Bai Lixin had a flashback to the trial copy.

During the trial copy, the evil spirit had also diverted the player’s judgment; it had misled players by using all sorts of mixed messages of truth and falsehood, shaping the village chief into the most suspicious person to make the players attack him with the dagger.

In the dream world, he had seen the development of the trial copy. The evil spirit had decimated everything and the mysterious man had appeared. The man may have been a hidden character, as he was covered in a mosaic and even his voice was processed with electronic sounds.

He traded the dagger that could kill the evil spirit for the creation of the trial copy.

A cold glint flashed in Bai Lixin’s eyes as his brain exploded.

Is there a possibility that what players thought was a copy was actually a real dimension? Perhaps it was not as huge as a realm, but just a small world formed by the gathering of a mass of energy.

The copies were not created by the system, but the system connected to those small worlds.

To connect the worlds, a medium was needed.

The dagger was the medium of the trial copy, both to connect the system to the small worlds and to keep the evil spirit in check.

The energy contained in the evil spirit was the energy that pulled the copy into operation.

When the dagger killed the evil spirit, it also killed the original power of that world.

That explained why the copy of [River God’s Bride] was completely shut down after the death of the evil spirit.

The world had been completely destroyed and ceased to exist. There was certainly no re-entry.

If his reasoning was correct, then there should also be that one thing in this world that could check and balance the energy source that supported the operation of this copy. If he killed that energy source, he could completely destroy this trash copy.

He needed to find that item to prove his suspicions!

In the trial copy, the mysterious man told the evil spirit that someone would kill it with the dagger in the future, so it started misleading the players and avoiding being killed.

What about this copy?! Could there also be a mysterious person who told Mr. Mo that someone would kill him with something while shouting his name? Mr. Mo kept releasing the wrong clues just to confuse people.

That key probably lay in Miss Sophia.

Bai Lixin suddenly felt a numbness in his scalp, and a great sense of oppression overwhelmed him.

Shit, what kind of crap game was this?

Bai Lixin took a deep breath.

He carefully placed the book in the middle of the table, and shone his torch on the rest of the table.

There was nothing else but ink and quill pens, so Bai Lixin turned his head and shone the flashlight on the bookshelf.

The bookshelf was divided into five layers, on which many books were listed.

Bai Lixin didn’t know the words on them. Some of the books were written in tiny handwriting, so he could only get close enough to look, fearing that there might be some clue he would miss.

The flashlight was pressed against the shelves and slowly swept through each level..

He went through the first level and found nothing.

He then swept through the second layer with no change.

When he reached the third level, Bai Lixin stepped onto the ladder.

The room was pitch black and so quiet that only Bai Lixin’s soft gasps could be heard.

The darkness and silence were like two fierce beasts, wildly unleashing their malice and ferocity.

The flashlight slowly slid across the third level and stopped at one place. Something shone from behind the bookshelf.

Bai Lixin took a book out.

When he saw what was beyond, his breath hitched and his pupils contracted.

It was a pair of eyes.

It was only the eyeballs; the red eyeballs of a Blood and the two round orbs were soaked in formalin.

The blood-red pupils had contracted into a tiny dot, surrounded by dense red capillaries all around the eyeball.

The owners of these eyes should have been greatly tortured and intimidated before they died, otherwise the pupils would not have appeared in this state.

Bai Lixin took a deep breath and continued to look back.

He then saw a pair of arms, but only the arms.

The incisions in the arms were smooth; not a trace of minced flesh; even the blood vessels were cut across them.

There wasn’t a trace of blood on the pale hands that were soaked in jars of formalin and floating in it.

But… these hands were exceptionally good looking.

The arms were unscarred and flawlessly white.

The five fingers were long and slender, with ten fingers that were just the right length.

No way…

Bai Lixin’s flashlight simply swept inside, and the picture came into full view.

Thighs, calves, feet, necks, chests, intestines, livers, kidneys, hearts, and so on. There were large and small jars of formalin, each containing different organs.

Bai Lixin observed these organs carefully. If a medical student or a human aesthetician were to look at them now, they would surely have one and the same sentiment.

Every single organ part had grown to perfection.

Bai Lixin abruptly frowned as he recalled a remark the guard had once made earlier.

–”Mr. Mo likes good-looking people the most, and transforming into a Blood is a privilege he gives us good-looking people.”

In short, Mr. Mo liked beauty.

Bai Lixin looked at the organs in front of him.

Isn’t the scope of the beauty he likes a little too broad?