Chapter 344 - 326: Compilation (2)

The room was dimly lit.

A single point of light shone at the far end.

It came from a desk where a pale-skinned man was sitting.

The man seemed to sense Hu Qi’s arrival.

He looked up.

His gaze fell upon Hu Qi, scrutinizing and appraising him.

He raised his hands and began to clap.

"You truly are full of surprises!"

As he spoke, his bloodshot eyes swept up and down Hu Qi’s form.

It was as if he were looking at some kind of monster.

It was no wonder he looked at him that way.

Although he had high hopes for Hu Qi, he’d only thought he had a sliver of potential.

He never expected that he could simply ignore the obliterating power of the Bloody Apartment’s rules, much less fight nearly a hundred script actors who wielded the Dream Eye all by himself.

"You’re not afraid of me?"

Hu Qi opened his palm. The massive black hammer distorted, then melted into shadow and vanished into his hand.

"Heh, why should I be? I..."

The man shook his head.

But he had barely gotten the words out when he was sent flying backward as if hit by a speeding train. He slammed into the wall, becoming a mangled smear of flesh and blood.

"Not afraid of me? You’ve got guts."

Hu Qi’s expression was indifferent as he retracted his hand.

The man’s appearance here...

...clearly meant he was deeply connected to the Blood Word Script.

’Rather than listen to his nonsense, it’s better to just kill him.’

"Do you know why I’m not afraid? Because I can’t die."

The man’s voice suddenly echoed through the room again.

The mangled corpse that had been smeared on the wall had vanished at some point.

And there the man stood off to the side.

He was completely unscathed, without a single injury.

Even his clothes were perfectly neat.

Even so,

as he spoke, his gaze toward Hu Qi now held a trace of fear.

Just now,

he hadn’t even seen Hu Qi move before he was sent flying.

He might have been immortal, and death came swiftly,

but the pain he felt just before dying was agonizingly real.

He certainly didn’t want to experience that again.

But, the next second,

just as he finished speaking,

Hu Qi, who was a good dozen meters away, merely glanced at him.

In an instant, the man’s head exploded.

His headless corpse collapsed to the floor.

A golden flame erupted over his body.

Soon, only a black scorch mark remained.

This time, nearly ten seconds passed.

Only then did the man’s figure reappear.

This time, however, his previous composure was gone, and his once-pale skin was now nearly transparent.

His face was now a mask of terror.

In the past, the Blood Word Script had pulled in other Dream Masters, and even some monstrously intelligent prodigies.

But none of them could compare to the man before him.

This person... he felt like an unpredictable lunatic.

"Wait... we can talk about this..."

His voice trembled.

SQUELCH!

Without any warning, a strong, powerful arm pierced through his body like a sharp blade.

The hand accurately grabbed his spine from within. The man’s body went rigid, his eyes wide with terror and disbelief.

"You..."

He struggled to turn his head, looking at Hu Qi, who had silently appeared behind him at some unknown moment.

His face was now twisted in utter terror.

Then, the scorching flames once again enveloped his entire body, burning fiercely.

This time, however, as time passed, the man’s figure did not reappear as it had before.

"And here I thought you really couldn’t die."

Hu Qi murmured to himself.

As the man died for good, the desk and chair in front of them faded and disappeared.

In their place stood a massive black book, four or five meters tall, resembling a solid wall.

It stood there, silently closed.

The book’s surface was covered in strange, blood-red patterns.

When one’s gaze fell upon it, the blood-red stripes seemed to writhe and squirm as if they were alive.

"The Blood Word Script?"

Hu Qi’s eyes flickered.

"That’s right. This is the Blood Word Script."

Hu San, who had been sleeping on Hu Qi’s shoulder, had woken up at some point.

Its eyes were now fixed unblinkingly on the massive black book with the blood-red patterns.

"The last time I saw this thing was three thousand years ago.

Congratulations, Master! You’ve found the true body of the Blood Word Script—something even ’Heaven’ itself couldn’t locate! My admiration for you is like a mighty, flowing river..."

Hu San chattered on, a sycophantic grin on its face as a barrage of compliments fired off one after another.

"Shut up!"

Hu Qi frowned in annoyance.

Seeing this, Hu San immediately and obediently shut its mouth.

Hu Qi strode forward.

Just as he approached the Blood Word Script and was about to reach out to refine it,

suddenly, the pages of the previously motionless Blood Word Script flew open as if driven by a mysterious force!

WHIRRR!

The pages flipped rapidly before stopping on a single image.

Then, a blinding red light flashed.

Hu Qi felt his entire body tense up, and he was instantly frozen in place, unable to move.

At that moment, dark, shadowy tentacles surged out from the book’s pages.

They coiled around Hu Qi’s body as nimbly as snakes, then pulled taut, dragging him toward the pages.

A few moments later,

the room once again fell into a deathly silence, with only the black book standing in the center.

——

「At the same time.」

In the real world, it was early morning.

The sky was dim.

A fine drizzle wove a hazy veil, shrouding everything within it.