RNP Chapter 369 Noisy!
Chapter 369 Noisy!
Evelyn raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but Lin Feng spoke first.
A very faint smile curved his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes:
"Does having the ability mean you must save them?"
"If you have money in your wallet, why don't you give some to the beggars on the street?"
"You have food at home, why don't you take it to those who starve to death?"
"You're breathing air, why don't you give it to those who are suffocating?"
"Why should I do what you yourself can't do?"
"not to mention--"
He paused, his gaze passing over Park Ji-won, and glanced at the pale blue flame on the ground:
"This is the fire of the rules, and there's nothing we can do about it."
Xia Ning, standing not far away, raised her eyebrows slightly, the admiration in her eyes even more pronounced than before.
In this desolate sanctuary where life and death are unpredictable, only clarity and indifference can ensure a longer life.
[Ding, Xia Ning's favorability towards the host increases by 2]
Current favorability rating: 15/100
Park Ji-won stood frozen in place, his fingers trembling slightly. He was clearly furious, yet he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal. Finally, he gritted his teeth and spat out:
"Cold-blooded...you are all cold-blooded..."
He suddenly turned around and stumbled towards Xia Ning.
"Guide! Please save her!"
Park Ji-won rushed to Xia Ning, pointed at Ma Miao who was gradually losing consciousness on the ground, and pleaded incoherently.
"There must be a way, right?! Please!"
Xia Ning looked down at him, her gaze cold and devoid of any warmth.
"Noisy."
She parted her red lips slightly and uttered two words.
The next second—
Xia Ning simply raised her index finger and casually waved it.
An invisible force suddenly locked onto Park Ji-won, his feet instantly leaving the ground. Like a puppet with broken strings, he was dragged into the air and flew straight towards Mamyo, whose body was engulfed in flames of rules.
"Ah—help—! I was wrong! I was really wrong—!"
A scream of extreme terror tore through the air.
Xia Ning only gently withdrew her fingertips just before he was about to crash into the cluster of ghostly blue flames.
"Bang—"
Park Ji-won fell heavily to the ground, panting heavily as if he had been pulled out of the water, his eyes unfocused, clearly terrified.
After regaining his composure, he immediately scrambled to his knees and kowtowed deeply to Xia Ning, his voice trembling:
"Thank you... thank you for sparing my life, Guide..."
Xia Ning glanced at him coldly, her tone indifferent:
"Don't forget, you didn't come here on vacation."
Her cool, clear eyes swept over everyone present, each word distinct and clear:
"This is a world of strange rules, where life and death hang by a thread."
"If you want to live, use your brain."
"If you want to save someone, first understand the rules, then assess whether you have the ability."
"Beg me?" A chilling smile played on her lips. "I'm not your nanny!"
As soon as the words fell—
Mamyo's body on the ground also stopped moving completely.
The eerie blue flame burned for a few more moments before gradually dying out.
Where it had stood, only a charred, charcoal-like body remained, curled up in a ball, emitting a pungent, burnt stench.
Two black-clad deacons stepped forward expressionlessly.
They crouched down, and one of them raised her hand, fingers spread, hovering above the charred corpse—
A milky-white halo slowly emanated from the chest of the charred corpse.
The halo trembled, and one could vaguely make out a human shape, with a blurred face, but the outline of Mammoth could still be discerned.
It is her soul.
The soul struggled violently, letting out a silent roar, desperately trying to escape.
But the black-clad butler suddenly clenched his fingers—
The soul seemed to be bound by invisible threads, unable to struggle, and was forcibly pulled into the hands of another deacon.
The deacon took out a strip of white cloth.
The strip of cloth was covered with densely packed blood-red runes, which seemed to flow and move as if they were alive.
She unfolded the strip of cloth and wrapped it around the spirit.
"hiss--!"
The soul let out a piercing scream and was instantly sucked into the strips of cloth.
The strip of cloth twisted violently, and a face could be vaguely seen protruding from its surface—Mami's face—its mouth wide open, screaming silently.
The two deacons stood up, picked up the still-twisting strip of cloth, and walked to the area under the roof beam.
One of them leaped lightly into the air and tied the strip of cloth among the densely packed strips of cloth.
The newly added strip of cloth twisted and turned among the many old strips for a long time before gradually calming down. Together with the other strips, it hung quietly overhead, swaying gently with a chilling wind that seemed to come from nowhere.
The entire Silent Soul Palace was eerily quiet.
All that remained was the soft rustling of countless strips of cloth overhead, like countless people whispering among themselves.
Fear, like ice water, poured from their feet to the top of their heads.
The girl named Mamiao is still alive and well in the line...
Now, she hangs above her head, becoming a writhing strip of cloth.
Xia Ning lightly patted non-existent dust off her hands, glanced up at the terrified faces of the crowd, and a faint, yet chilling, smile appeared on her lips:
"Everyone, please try to stay calm."
She raised her hand, her slender index finger pointing upwards:
"Otherwise...it would become an exhibit here."
Everyone shivered.
And Lin Feng—
He simply looked up and glanced at the newly hung strip of cloth.
Then his gaze fell back on Xia Ning's face, and the corners of his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
She's still the same Xia Ning with a powerful aura.
Forever dazzling, forever captivating him.
"Alright, that concludes our tour of the Silent Soul Palace." Xia Ning said calmly, "Now, let's go to the Silent Heart Palace across the street."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the hall.
Two black-clad deacons followed silently, one on the left and one on the right, like two moving shadows.
Everyone hurriedly followed, no one glancing back at the hall, wanting only to get out of this suffocating place as soon as possible.
The moment I stepped out of the palace gate, the cool air from the courtyard hit me, slightly easing the fear weighing on my chest.
A gust of wind blew by, and the copper bell under the eaves rang out.
Crisp and ethereal, yet carrying an unsettling, lingering eeriness.
Xia Ning did not linger.
Her white figure walked on the gray stone road, making her appear even more aloof and distant.
"The Hall of Tranquil Mind is where you find peace and enlightenment," she said as she walked, without turning her head, "and it is also an important place for your daily practice."
The young girl in the light-colored coat shrank back and muttered softly:
"No way... it'll be as scary as the Silent Soul Palace again, right? I'm really afraid I'll see something else."
The bald, middle-aged man from Japan standing next to her, Teruo Tukawa, immediately glared at her: "You jinx!"
The girl shrank back in fear and dared not utter another sound.
The moment everyone followed Xia Ning and stepped into the Silent Heart Palace—
The expected gloom and darkness did not appear; instead, there was a vast expanse of—
A pure white space.