Chapter 93 - Ninety-Two: ’Hey, Make It Nice

Chapter 93: Chapter Ninety-Two: ’Hey, Make It NiceThe pain from the stab in his palm jolted Su Ming’an awake, and he sucked in a breath as he pulled the dagger out of his left palm, quickly sprinkled a Blood Bottle on it, and then immediately grabbed his sword and charged at the homeroom teacher—

The homeroom teacher, who thought he had the upper hand, perhaps didn’t even expect Su Ming’an to escape the drug-induced hypnosis in such a manner. Under a moment of stupor, Su Ming’an’s long sword pierced through his throat!

The body of the homeroom teacher slowly fell, making a dull sound.

...But it wasn’t over yet.

Su Ming’an knew that this person was not a normal human, for he had survived even after being cut through before. Dragging his sword, he stabbed down repeatedly and forcefully, each strike splattering blood in a spray—despite his left palm being numb with pain, that sensation continuously stimulated him, keeping him alert.

Wang Xingkong watched the scene in shock.

Enshrouded in shadows, Su Ming’an struck down again and again, almost maniacally.

Blood had already drenched his entire body, the vivid red mixing with the rich and intoxicating scent of roses, staining him in a striking crimson.

"Hey, hey, hey, that’s enough, isn’t it?" Wang Xingkong, affected by the nearly insane emotion, stepped forward tentatively to stop him, but almost got splashed with blood too.

Su Ming’an was still holding onto his sword.

His movements did not stop, as if he feared something might go wrong. His blood-streaked left hand and his pale white right hand worked together, striking downward with all his strength, causing a burst of blood that exploded like fireworks.

A striking splash of crimson.

Like a gloriously blooming rose suddenly crushed, leaving behind scattered petals and flowing juices, bright and clear within the shadows.

Physical Defense:5

Mentality Defense:20

Durability:20/20

Equipment requirement: Kill Shen Zhuo before fully entering the stage storyline

Special Attributes: : You can resist certain spirit series, curse series debuffs, and instant death skills are ineffective against you]

"Ding Dong!"

Su Ming’an’s actions stopped.

His whole body was dyed in bright red, and his gaze conveyed an exceedingly mesmerizing tranquility.

"...There should be no problem now," he said as blood gently slid down his cheek.

Then, his figure suddenly slumped down.

Wang Xingkong hurried to catch him, his gaze trembling as he looked at his left hand, which had been pierced through and not yet treated, presenting a horrific sight.

"Bang!"

The door behind them was kicked open abruptly, and light cascaded inside in an instant.

The scene inside the office became clearly visible in a moment.

Various organ specimens, half-finished mechanical bones, and a full bucket of sealed formalin stood on a mahogany desk.

Several human skins hung on the walls, resembling murals, eerily seeping terror.

The green mantis leaped in first; Lv Shu charged in and saw the mess inside. After that, his gaze quickly fixed on the unconscious Su Ming’an.

Behind him followed Wang Zhenzhen and Xiao Xiao, peering around curiously.

It was again a barrage of comments.

And endless speculation and arguments.

Such comments, as soon as Su Ming’an opened his eyes, he could see them.

He first regained consciousness from the coma, and at the moment he wanted to open his eyes, he always saw these active barrages first.

They always speculated about his thoughts with a tone that assumed they understood him very well, then disdainfully disregarded other viewpoints, believing themselves to be absolutely correct.

...Such narrow-mindedness, such ignorance.

Such people could never become "Lighthouses"... Huh?

His gaze was somewhat scattered as he opened his eyes, his mind still filled with various thoughts.

—Then he saw a kettle in front of him, less than ten centimeters away, a kettle that was still steaming.

The steam puffed out, the nearby heat seeming to penetrate through a metallic surface.

"—Awake, awake, awake!" Wang Xingkong’s lively shout was the first to ring out, him holding the kettle of boiling water, where the water had just boiled and was hissing, the spout emitting steam drifting alongside. He was pleased to see Su Ming’an opening his eyes, turned his head to say something to the people behind, and his hand involuntarily began to move, "—I said, this method I searched from Zhihu is very useful, placing freshly boiled water beside someone’s face indeed helps wake them..."

The kettle began to shake.

Afterward, Su Ming’an, with somewhat blurry eyes, watched as the kettle lid in front of him opened.

As if it hadn’t been screwed on properly, the lid loosened suddenly, fiercely smashing onto his bed, and then, a torrent of boiling hot water poured directly down.

Su Ming’an instantly became fully awake, he slapped the bed wanting to jump up, but the hot water, as if it had aimed at him, poured directly onto him.