vstars Chapter 330 The Diviner
Chapter 330 The Diviner
The ash from the monster trickled through Tu Hao's fingers. He frowned: "What happened to your blood?"
Miao Yin stared at the rapidly healing wound on her fingertip and said leisurely, "I'll counter it."
The same situation occurred when I encountered those eight tomb raiders last time.
She may indeed be hiding some secret that she herself is unaware of.
The loud crash of the stairs breaking alerted the hospital, and scattered noises came from all sides of the walls.
Something is getting closer to them.
Tu Hao stood up and dusted himself off: "Are we still going up?"
"Let's go," Miao Yin said to Gong Jingming, "Let's build a road out."
So the branches of the Hundred-Life Willow extended out and rebuilt a path made of willow branches in the place where the stairs were originally.
Miao Yin stepped on it; it was very sturdy.
So they walked up to the seventh floor by stepping on the willow branches.
Several mutated humans, attracted by the presence, were lying prone here.
Without exception, they are all high-level mutants, with terrifying appearances and no rationality. They pounce on living people like madmen as soon as they see them.
Miao Yin leaped behind the mutant, her palms wreathed in flames.
She grabbed the mutant by the back of the neck, and flames poured out. The mutant let out desperate screams and was quickly reduced to ashes in her hands.
Similarly, these mutant humans also lacked crystal nuclei.
A thoughtful glint flashed in Miao Yin's eyes.
One is an exception, but so many is abnormal.
Even among the mutants in the arsenal back then, the clones and the originals were connected, but these mutants had absolutely no connection, either in appearance or ability.
They should all be independent entities, but for some unknown reason, they did not develop crystal nuclei.
Aberrant humans without a crystal core, no matter how high their level, will not develop intelligence; they are like a castle in the air covered by a layer of flesh and blood.
A dark shadow flashed past the stairwell door, but Miao Yin, with her keen eye, could not see it.
illusion?
No, she would never have such a misconception.
Miao Yin flashed to the door, pushed it open and looked out. The seventh-floor corridor was empty, with only a trolley lying alone in the center.
Without hesitation, she chased after him and quickly ran down the entire corridor to another building in the hospital.
The corridor was dark without electricity, with only a few windows letting in sunlight, which illuminated the mold on the walls that had rotted and turned green after being soaked by rain.
She walked past a nurses' station, and further on, two rows of waiting chairs lay overturned on the ground, with broken glass medicine bottles scattered around them. The signs were covered in cobwebs, making the words illegible.
Everything was drowsy and dull, even the air was filled with a thick, cold, and rotten smell.
Miao Yin walked alone in the dark and damp corridor, passing by one ward after another with its doors half open.
She stopped when a syringe rolled to her feet. Looking back, she saw the dark corridor behind her, like a bottomless esophagus.
Tu Hao and Gong Jingming did not catch up.
She looked to her left, where there was an abandoned nurses' station. A bloodstained nurse's cap lay on the counter, the enormous amount of bleeding making it seem as if the entire head had been bent down.
This was the second time she had passed by this nurses' station.
Miao Yin paused for a moment, then took out a knife from her waist, pressed the tip against the wall, and left scratches on the wall as she walked.
Five minutes later, she stopped by the wall and looked to the side.
The tip of the knife marked the starting point of her scratch.
Two lines appear strangely on the same plane, only ten centimeters apart, before they meet end to end.
"Heh." Miao Yin let out a very short laugh.
"What a strange illusion!"
Looking at the empty road that seemed to be devouring people, Miao Yin waved her hand, and flames soared into the air, instantly scorching the entire passage.
The damaged wall shook and burned in the flames.
Two seconds later, Miao Yin withdrew her superpower.
Nothing can stop the burning of the pyre, unless it doesn't exist at all.
She is now completely certain that she is trapped in an illusion.
Miao Yin thought that only it could do that.
"Let's take a gamble."
With a smile playing on her lips, Miao Yin twirled the dagger in her hand in a graceful arc, the tip aimed at her heart, and then, without hesitation, plunged it in!
After a convulsive jerk, Miao Yin was awakened by excruciating pain. She opened her eyes to find her hands covered in blood.
The dagger had just been plunged right into her heart.
Once outside her usual surroundings, Miao Yin realized she was in a place she had never seen before.
The shadowless lamp hung halfway up, surrounded by dozens of skeletons. She stood in the very center of the pile of bones, each skull's empty eye socket staring at her silently.
—We're being watched.
She pulled out the knife expressionlessly, and the ghost body quickly repaired the host's injuries. Soon, the bleeding stopped.
Miao Yin took a sip of the blood splattered on the back of her hand, the sweet, metallic taste spreading in her mouth. She looked up at the front of her, a bloodthirsty glint in the depths of her golden pupils.
Behind those layers of white bones, a man dressed in a Taoist robe, with pale skin and skin and bones, stood quietly, out of place among the corpses.
“The Scarlet Calamity, number ten, is associated with the Taoist diviner.”
Miao Yin pronounced the other person's name word by word.
The deformed man's body moved, and his Taoist robe drew an arc in the air.
The tightly clinging eyelids trembled, then suddenly tore open, revealing pure white pupils beneath.
It stared straight at Miao Yin.
"Aren't you going to do anything?" Miao Yin asked with a smile in her voice.
The fortune teller's sticky lips trembled slightly, but he didn't move.
So, Miao Yin made her move.
Black and red flames shot out from her side, instantly burning away all the white bones in the room, like a ferocious beast unleashed, heading straight for the diviner.
The deformed human's stiff body emitted a creaking sound as its joints rubbed together. Just as the flames were about to touch its sleeve, it shrank back and suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Miao Yin's expression changed, and flames suddenly erupted from her back. Two fiery feathers attacked before she could turn her head.
The fortune teller was standing right behind her!
But just as they were about to meet again, the fortune teller disappeared once more.
Is it its speed? Or its spatial abilities?
Miao Yin spread her five fingers wide, and waves of flames engulfed the entire room.
The walls collapsed, the operating table was burned, and their battlefield expanded from the operating room into the corridor.
Mi Huo seemed to have eyes, relentlessly pursuing and killing the fortune teller.
Strangely, even after achieving this, the Fire of Defilement still couldn't harm the mutants in the slightest.
It was as if the opponent had calculated exactly how her flames would attack, then slipped away with pinpoint accuracy through every crevice, only to reappear mysteriously within the attack range.
As the fire pierced through another door, and the diviner appeared unharmed in another consultation room, a chilling prediction popped into Miao Yin's mind.
—Foresight?