Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 564 Watching the Performance

After experiencing varying degrees of change in their bodies, some are happy while others are sad; some are relieved while others are regretful.

But no matter how much they gained from the murals, everyone blamed themselves for not paying more attention when they first looked at them.

A mechanical voice echoed in the hall: "Opportunities are only granted to those who are destined to have them. The opportunities that have been missed are gone, but you can still seize the remaining chances."

Upon hearing this, everyone sighed.

Yes, what else can we do?

We had no choice but to pull ourselves together and continue the exploration.

Qin Youyou stroked her chin: "Oh, right, we recorded everything with the recording stone. If we go back and study it carefully, will it have the same effect?"

Her voice was quite loud, and many people around heard it.

The grandparents of the Holy Knight series: "Yes!"

Everyone: "That's right!"

Upon realizing this, everyone was overjoyed.

How could they not have thought of that!

The mechanical voice paused, then took on a hint of anger: "Who's trying to sabotage me?!"

This statement clearly confirms the possibility of Qin Youyou's guess.

Everyone felt the anger in the voice and froze. Except for the Holy Knights' grandparents and Qin Youyou's friends, they silently took three steps back, clearing a large space around them.

They were afraid that the entity behind the mechanical voice would suddenly become enraged and harm the innocent.

Baga Yalu hid behind the Star Clan members, pointing angrily at Qin Youyou: "It's him, Mu Feigun from the Holy Light Knight Department of Dragonspine Academy!"

His thinking was simple: Mu Feigun and Ying Linlin got along well, and if Mu Feigun died, Ying Linlin would cry, and he would be happy.

All eyes immediately fell on Qin Youyou.

"Is Mu Feigun going to be destroyed by the terrifying being in the ruins?"

"That voice has already announced the rules, saying that once an opportunity is missed, it's missed. If she insists on arguing, what is she if not courting death?"

The Holy Light Knights' grandparents nervously surrounded Qin Youyou: "Flying Stick, don't panic. If there's any real danger, get past us first."

Qin Youyou, on the other hand, was relaxed. She patted her grandparents on the shoulder and said, "Relax, nothing will happen."

Baga Yalu chuckled coldly, "Still putting on airs? Die, Mu Feigun!"

He was waiting, everyone was waiting, waiting for the punishment that the peerless powerhouse within the ruins would unleash.

The mechanical sound was slow and sluggish for a long time before it finally began to ring out.

"Um...uh..."

Qin Youyou: Am I wrong?

"Yes, yes, that's right."

Everyone: Huh?

Qin Youyou: "Then I'll sabotage you..."

"Good job dismantling it!"

Everyone: Huh?

No, great being within the ruins, where is your majesty?

So you really are such a shameless person?

Bagaya's eyes widened.

No, why!

He protested, yelling, "She challenged the rules, shouldn't she be punished?"

A terrifying red bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from mid-air, accompanied by a mechanical yet furious voice: "I welcome challengers to the rules. Who gave you the right to point fingers?"

Baga Yalu was half-dead after being chopped, his body was charred and smelled terrible, his eyes were crooked and his mouth was distorted, and he was lying on the ground trembling.

No, the terrifying existence within the ruins... you seem to be applying a double standard?

He wanted to question again, to cry out about the injustice, to point at that being and yell, "I challenged you too, why did you kill me?"

But he dared not. Smoke was billowing from his mouth, and his internal organs were almost cooked. If it weren't for his spiritual power protecting his heart, he would have already died.

He can't be the father, he can only be the grandson of a turtle.

"Useless!" The Star Clan member glared at him with disgust, then moved aside as if afraid his fine skin would be tainted with the stench of burning flesh.

But he was also puzzled. How could that ordinary-looking boy have made the beings in the ruins turn a blind eye to him?

I glanced at Qin Youyou several times, but unfortunately, I couldn't see anything.

The mechanical voice's actions just now had left everyone speechless.

"Therefore... Mu Feigun's suggestion is feasible!"

Everyone was excited.

They greeted the people around them, saying, "Is the mural you see the same as ours? What we see is the story of a cold-hearted god, from his birth to his eventual loneliness and indifference."

"What we are seeing is the story of a gentle deity who, from having compassion for all living beings, degenerates into self-harm and self-abandonment."

What we are seeing is...

Amidst the varied discussions, the explorers successfully exchanged information.

It turned out that each team saw different content in the murals, a fact that excited everyone.

They took out the crystal balls they carried with them, exchanged them, and copied the images from the recording stones, eager to start studying and memorizing the contents of these murals right now.

But... we're still exploring, and there's no way we can study properly right now.

A mechanical voice announced: "Everyone here is a ticket holder. Now, please enjoy our performance."

A performance? What kind of performance?

Everyone was stunned. Suddenly, a huge gray fog rose from the center of the exhibition hall, spreading and engulfing them all.

A dark gray fog enveloped everything before my eyes; I could see nothing and hear nothing.

Everyone was separated into individual beings, with no companions, no enemies, nothing around them.

The gray mist spread, filled with all sorts of foul air, and gradually, all sorts of strange monsters emerged from it.

The monster roared, its scarlet eyes gleaming, already sensing the scent of living people.

They turned their heads dangerously, spotted their target, and pounced!

"what!"

The explorers were scattered throughout the gray fog, unable to hear each other's screams. They were like lonely boats adrift at sea, relying solely on their own strength to try and survive.

They ran, frantically darting about, trying to escape the monster's pursuit.

The number of monsters emerging from the gray fog is increasing.

He swung his spiritual power at the monsters without restraint, scattering them and causing their bodies to quickly condense back into gray mist.

"Don't chase me! No!"

The explorers screamed in despair and stumbled onward.

Suddenly, they tripped over something.

Looking down, he saw a corpse with an indistinct face, covered in blood.

The clothes on the corpse seemed somewhat familiar to them, but they couldn't quite place them. They were probably fellow explorers of the ruins.

As despair grew, each explorer fled in increasing panic.

"what!"

One after another, corpses appeared, their deaths gruesome, their bright red blood seemingly the only color in the gray fog, pushing the explorers' nerves to the limit.

How can we escape?

How can we break this deadlock?

Suddenly, one after another, corpses, tainted by the gray mist and dripping with blood, staggered to their feet and surrounded the explorers.