CHAPTER 453: CHAPTER 343 THAT WOMAN_2

The candidate standing at a distance glanced at the light screen above his head, then at the other two in the distance, before raising his hand and waving it, as if he wanted to greet Wen Nan and the others.

But immediately after, the confirmation countdown above his head rang out, and he retracted his hand.

The three of them consecutively selected confirmation, and the light screen above quickly switched—

[All three candidates have confirmed their participation in this Sword Holder qualification test, proceeding with the question bank draw.]

[The Divine Staff Sheath will select the test content most suited to all participants based on the existing candidates’ profiles.]

[There are a total of 3 candidates this time, so 3 sets of candidate test questions are drawn for selection...]

[Matching candidate profiles and drawing from the question bank, please wait...]

[Question bank drawing complete, the Divine Staff Sheath has prepared the following 3 test questions for qualification testers—

[Option 1: Run for the pure land of your dreams! (Breakthrough keyword: Break through shackles)]

[Option 2: Mask after mask, losing oneself; find your true self to rediscover the meaning of life! (Breakthrough keyword: Take off the disguise)]

[Option 3: There’s nothing a blast can’t solve, if not, then two blasts will! (Breakthrough keyword: Ultimate Charm)]

Looking at these three options, Wen Nan was at a loss.

A new candidate joined, only the second option was changed, and the other two were presented unaltered?

So, what’s the point of this so-called question bank draw, isn’t it just one option for one candidate?

Qiaozi, you’re being a bit unprogressive here.

If you keep using the same set of questions, the audience might get aesthetic fatigue and stop following.

But then again, the things happening inside the Divine Staff Sheath seem to never appear in his livestream?

Oh well, let’s pretend he didn’t say anything.

Let’s continue using the old set of questions.

These questions are pretty good, except they’re a bit too easy, causing him to clear them a bit too quickly, without any flaws.

Just thinking about it, he saw the priority to choose questions fall once again on the head of candidate number 1, and unsurprisingly, they chose Wen Nan’s question again.

A system prompt soon echoed in his mind.

Then came the familiar headache, followed by the familiar failure to construct the test space, and then Wen Nan overmodeled again.

Standing in a patch of darkness, Wen Nan glanced at the nearer number 1 test space, and eventually bypassed it, turning instead towards the number 2 test space.

There, it was no longer the boys’ restroom in the high school campus, but a somewhat familiar suite—

Surrounding the room were rust-stained metal walls, next to a toilet emitting a terrible stench. Above the sink in the toilet, a cracked mirror continuously seeped blood, flowing into the basin, filling it up, and overflowing along the yellowed tiles on the wall, meandering to the ground.

In the adjacent living room, written on the wall in scarlet blood was a line of text—

[You’ll never escape the palm of my hand, Zhi’en sweetheart~]

Against the wall opposite, there was a camp bed. A round-faced boy huddled in the corner on the bare board, shackled at the ankle, the shackle linked by a metal chain to a hole in the wall.

The round-faced boy hugged his knees like a hedgehog, curled up at the wall, trembling all over, his face pale, staring dead at the direction of the toilet.

The toilet door was open from his angle, giving a clear view of the sink filled with bloodwater and the cracked mirror above it, continuously seeping blood.

Clatter.

The mirror suddenly shattered, scattering fragments everywhere.

A pallid hand covered with blue-purple veins reached out from the mirror.

Then came the arm, shoulder, head...

Soon, a woman bleeding from all seven apertures crawled out from the mirror in a zombified twist.

The woman’s eyes were wide open and hollow, without pupils, like two white pebbles embedded in their sockets, with an unmistakable tear mole at her eye corner.

Wen Nan stood outside the number 2 test space, coldly spectating like an audience. When he saw the tear mole at the woman’s eye corner, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

It turned out that even in the most terrifying scene in Yin Zhi’en’s heart, it was embedded with the image of his president.

How did this Boss Mi manage to make every one of his members remember him so well?

Just as he was thinking this, he saw Ms. Zhenzi, with a bit of Boss Mi’s shadow, slowly climbing out of the mirror. Then, like a peculiar species, she dashed at a strange speed to the camp bed.

The camp bed creaked under the weight.

"Ahhhh—"

Yin Zhi’en screamed in terror, cornered against the wall by the woman, unable to retreat further, raising his hand to wave over his body.

Like a Sichuan opera face change, the original round face instantly transformed into another face, pale as paper, of Zhenzi’s, even the tear mole at the corner of the eye exactly the same.

The woman crouched in front of Yin Zhi’en twisted her head ninety degrees, seemingly very puzzled.

But moments later, she came back to herself, let out a raspy growl from her throat, then furiously leapt up, grabbing the person’s neck tightly, shouting:

"So ugly! So ugly! This face is so ugly! Change back! Change back! You ugly freak! Die! Die!"

Yin Zhi’en was quickly choked to the point of suffocation, sticking out his tongue, kicking wildly with his feet. In the moment before he lost consciousness, with the last bit of strength, he raised his hand to change his appearance again.

In an instant, the blood-seeping woman’s face changed into a strikingly handsome man’s face.

Hmm?

Wen Nan raised his hand, unable to resist touching his own face.

In a moment of desperation, Yin Zhi’en unexpectedly changed into a low-quality version of Wen Nan’s face.

This face was quite appreciated by Ms. Zhenzi opposite.

In an instant, her hands loosened.

Seizing the opportunity, Yin Zhi’en immediately flipped over, escaping from in front of the other person, fleeing from the camp bed at full speed.

But after circling the room, he found himself like a forgotten goldfish in a fish tank, with absolutely nowhere to escape. Desperately, Yin Zhi’en stood in the corner opposite, turning back, staring in horror at the woman on the bed.

The woman descended from the bed, clutching the iron chain in her hand, step by step approaching Yin Zhi’en, her mouth grinning to her ears,

"Sweetheart, how did you become so handsome, heh heh heh~"

Wen Nan didn’t watch any further, turning around, heading toward the number 1 test space.

Although Yin Zhi’en was now considered half of Wen Nan’s person—and Wen Nan strongly suspected that the other had used some trick to gain entry into the Divine Staff Sheath for the sake of doing an undercover mission—however, Wen Nan currently didn’t have the Root Breaking Slash’s golden light to break through the test space, even if he wanted to help the other, he couldn’t for now.

He could only let Yin Zhi’en and Ms. Zhenzi have a bit more "heh-heh-heh" time.

With that in mind, Wen Nan quickly arrived beside the number 1 test space.

Again, it was that familiar cozy-decor room, again the familiar no-face woman humming while cooking, again the blood-drenched floor...

However, this time, there was no sight of the Guardian’s corpse.

Not near the living room sofa, not on the fortune tree at the staircase entrance either.

What was going on?

The accidental death of the Guardian no longer constituted the deepest fear in Yu Shujun’s heart?

While he thought, a stunningly beautiful young woman appeared before Wen Nan.

She stood before the storage room where Yu Shujun was, only a meter away from Wen Nan, staring directly at him, baring a sinister smile.