nycdaug Chapter 368 You people refuse to help those in need, are you even human?
Chapter 368 You people refuse to help those in need, are you even human?
A deathly silence spread wildly through the hall; this eerie scene sent chills down everyone's spines and made their bodies go cold.
Just then—
In the middle of the tree trunk, the head of a young woman, whose eyes were originally closed, suddenly trembled slightly.
The chosen ones at the very front hadn't even reacted when they saw the head's eyes—
They opened their eyes with a "snap".
The whites of his eyes were cloudy, as if covered by a thick layer of gray fog, without any luster, while his pupils were extremely black, as small as pinpoints, staring intently at the Chosen Ones below.
It has no focal point, yet it seems to penetrate people's hearts, seeing through everyone's fears clearly.
Black droplets, still wet from the corners of her eyes, slid down her pale cheeks and dripped onto the twisted branches, making a soft "sizzling" sound.
Even more terrifying, her pupils were faintly entwined with fine, dark red runes, like countless tiny insects wriggling inside, spreading along the whites of her eyes, making one's whole body stiff and one's stomach churn.
"ah--!!!"
It's unclear who started the heart-wrenching scream first.
Immediately afterwards, the entire Silent Soul Palace erupted in chaos.
"A ghost! A ghost!!"
A middle-aged man's legs went weak, and he staggered backward and fell to the ground, frantically trying to move backward by supporting himself with his hands.
The young girl in the light-colored coat rolled her eyes back and collapsed limply onto the person next to her, having fainted from fright.
"Don't look at me...don't look at me..."
Someone was crouching on the ground, trembling with fear, holding their head in their hands and muttering incoherently.
Even Evelyn, who had experienced several instances, gasped sharply, her icy blue pupils contracting violently, and she instinctively took a half-step back.
On Wasim's rugged face, the muscles twitched noticeably, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his clenched fists were white at the knuckles.
Only Lin Feng.
He merely frowned slightly.
There was no retreat, no change in color, and not even a change in the frequency of breathing.
He simply stood there quietly, staring at the head. The faint wrinkle between his brows was merely a result of the somewhat eerie scene.
Xia Ning's gaze swept over everyone.
Those terrified faces, those staggering retreats, those screams of despair—
She'd seen it all before; every new novice practitioner was like that.
Then, her gaze fell on Lin Feng's face.
There was no way to avoid it falling on his face.
Because everyone else was backing away, trembling, and screaming, but he stood still, completely motionless.
There was not a trace of panic on his handsome face; the very faint wrinkle between his brows made him look as if he were pondering some academic problem.
Xia Ning's lips curved into a very, very slight smile.
The smile flashed by so quickly it was almost impossible to catch, but the look of appreciation in his eyes truly appeared for a moment.
This chosen one is interesting.
[Ding, Xia Ning's favorability towards the host increases by 3]
Current favorability rating: 13/100
The system notification sounded in his mind, and Lin Feng was slightly startled, but then he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Three points, though not high, is at least a good start.
He looked at Xia Ning's aloof and distant face, and remembered how she used to cling to him, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
Xia Ning is still the same Xia Ning.
Even if they lose their memories of themselves, the standards of appreciation hidden deep in their bones remain exactly the same.
Just as everyone was still in shock—
"ah--!"
A piercing scream suddenly erupted from the back of the group.
Everyone turned around at once.
A young girl with a darker complexion, wearing a beige dress, was frantically slapping her body.
Her name is Mammoth, the chosen one of the Noodle Shop Kingdom.
When that head opened its eyes, she was so frightened that she backed away, not even noticing what was behind her—
"Bang!"
She bumped into a bronze oil lamp placed on a stone platform in the corner.
The lamp was filled with murky grease. When she bumped it so hard, the lamp tilted violently, and with a "splash," a whole lamp full of hot oil poured out!
"ah--!!"
The scalding oil was poured onto Mammoth's body and face. She screamed and instinctively tried to wipe it off, but the oil ended up covering her sleeves.
next second.
"boom!"
Flames leaped up from her body.
The fire wasn't the usual orange-red; it had an eerie, ghostly blue hue, and the flames leaped up incredibly fast, instantly engulfing her upper body.
"Help! Help me!!"
Mamiao frantically patted the flames on her body, stumbling and running wildly through the hall, leaving a burnt smell in the air wherever she went.
Several chosen ones immediately rushed forward.
A man wearing a plaid shirt took off his coat and began to whip Mamiao violently.
Another short-haired woman rushed over and tried to wrap her shawl around Mammoth's shoulders.
"Quick! Roll on the ground!" someone shouted.
As if grasping at a straw, Mamyo collapsed onto the cold bluestone ground, rolling around frantically.
however--
The fire not only didn't go out, but it seemed to have been nourished by something, burning even brighter.
The moment the plaid shirt-wearing man's jacket touched the flame, it ignited instantly, and with a "whoosh," flames leaped up the fabric and onto his hand.
"Ah!" he cried out, throwing off his coat. His hand was already scalded and blistered.
"Don't try to put it out with your clothes! That's the fire of rules! The more you try to put it out, the stronger it will become!" someone finally realized and shouted.
But it was too late.
The short-haired woman's shawl also caught fire. In a panic, she threw it away, and the burning fabric fell to the ground, adding another source of fire.
Mammoth's screams grew weaker and weaker.
Her hair was burned off, her face was charred and curled, and her eyes were filled with despair as she stretched out her burned, torn hands to the crowd—
"Help...help me..."
Just then.
A man wearing a dark green vest suddenly rushed in front of Lin Feng and his companions, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng, Evelyn, and Wasim, his chest heaving violently.
Park Ji-won, the chosen one of Korea.
"you!"
He raised his hand, his fingers almost poking Lin Feng's nose, his voice trembling with anger:
"Why did you all stand by and watch someone die?!"
He had seen it clearly: these three veterans who had cleared several dungeons stood still the whole time, watching coldly as Mamiao was burned!
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze shifting from Park Ji-won's fingers to his face:
"Which rule states that I am obligated to save her?"
Park Ji-won was stunned for a moment, then his anger intensified:
"Rules?! Do those things matter?! These are human lives! Living, breathing human lives!"
He pointed at Lin Feng's chest, his voice growing louder and louder:
"You've cleared several dungeons; your abilities far surpass ours!"
"If you intervene, she might survive!"
"You have the ability but refuse to help those in need, are you even human?!"