bookrandom Chapter 129 Remember this lesson
Chapter 129 Remember this lesson
Shuying's gaze landed precisely on a young man with light blonde hair in the group.
That was Ananda from the Kingdom of White Elephant.
Ananda subconsciously pointed to his nose, a mixture of infatuation and confusion on his face.
Shuying nodded vigorously, her eyes misty with tears.
The remaining rationality flickered wildly in Ananda's mind like a candle in the wind.
He wanted to nod and agree to her request without hesitation, but the rules in the manual held him back like the last rein.
With great difficulty, almost using all his strength, he managed to squeeze out a broken voice from his throat: "I'm sorry... I can't help you."
Qin Yue simply watched all of this quietly, without interfering, like a cold observer.
Soon, a faint, enigmatic smile appeared on the lips of "Shuying" in the cell:
"No, of course you'd be willing to help me."
"You're just... intimidated by those rules."
"Actually, they're just tricks to amuse you."
"You wouldn't really give up so easily, would you?"
She paused for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject:
"Oh, right, there's something I almost forgot to tell you..."
She suddenly spoke in a casual, weather-speaking tone, gently reminding him:
"My shadow seems to have quietly slipped to—your feet."
"Under my feet?" Ananda was stunned and subconsciously looked down at his feet.
The cold blue light shone on the ground, casting a shadow that belonged to him—but that silhouette was no longer his own!
In an instant, his blood seemed to freeze into ice.
The shadow's shape suddenly transformed into the silhouette of a woman wearing a long dress, with a slender figure and long flowing hair—exactly the same as the figure of "Shuying" in the prison cell!
Even more terrifying is that the "female shadow" is not still; it is slowly and unnaturally twisting, as if it were a bound living thing trying to break free from the two-dimensional plane!
The shadow's head was even slightly raised, facing Ananda.
"Ah—! My shadow! It…it has changed!"
Ananda screamed in terror as he tried to move his feet, only to find that his feet were nailed to the ground.
The shadow on the ground belonging to "Shuying" twisted even more violently, its edges beginning to blur, as if it really wanted to break free from the ground's constraints and pounce on its owner!
"Quickly, spit on him!" Vassim urged in a low voice.
Ananda's throat tightened, and he gathered all his strength to try and spit at the "shadow" behind the window—
However, his body seemed to be nailed to the spot by invisible shackles, and his facial muscles were completely unable to move.
A chilling fear gripped his heart instantly.
"It likes you..."
A chilling pleasure seeped into Shuying's voice, as if she were appreciating an interesting work of art.
At this critical moment!
"Bang--!"
A loud metallic clang suddenly tore through the stagnant air!
Without hesitation, Qin Yue slammed the bottom of her pistol grip hard against the thick alloy door of cell number 8.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat at the loud noise, and Qin Yue's specially made pistol was already raised high, the muzzle pressed precisely against "Shuying's" forehead through the observation window!
Qin Yue spoke slowly and deliberately to the stunningly beautiful face behind the observation window:
"Stop your tricks now!"
Inside the cell, the sorrow and fragility on Shuying's face vanished instantly.
She looked into Qin Yue's unwavering eyes, her expression freezing for a moment before she shrugged indifferently, as if everything that had just happened was merely a harmless joke.
The protective instinct that had gripped everyone's hearts receded like a tide. Ananda found he could move again. He scrambled back several steps, then looked down at his feet—
The shadow had regained its original shape, but its color seemed to be lighter than before, as if it had consumed some kind of energy.
Shuying leaned back lazily against the wall, pursed her lips, and spoke with a hint of mockery:
"Tsk, really... I was just kidding you guys, why are you so nervous? You have no sense of humor at all."
Qin Yue slowly lowered her arm, but the warning in her eyes remained undiminished.
"Remember this lesson," Qin Yue said coldly, her back to the still-shaken crowd, "Here, any 'pity' or 'gentlemanly conduct' could be an invitation to hell."
Ananda was deathly pale, gasping for breath, and dared not look at cell number 8 again.
Qin Yue led the group forward, stopping in front of cell number 10 and turning to face the group:
"Cell number 11 is just ahead. Have you read the rules in the handbook carefully?"
Most people nodded immediately, except for Siti, the chosen one from the Claw Frog Kingdom, who frantically flipped through the booklet in her hands.
Qin Yue gave her a cold glance: "Trying to cram at the last minute, do you think you have a death wish?!"
Siti's face instantly turned bright red.
"Now, everyone, take out your earplugs from the upper right pocket of your uniform and hold them in your hands."
Qin Yue's instructions were clear.
"If you hear singing coming from inside the cell, immediately stuff the earplugs in. Be quick, or you'll die."
No one dared to be negligent, and they all took out their life-saving soft plugs and held them tightly in their hands.
Qin Yue said no more and led the team to the door of cell number 11.
Through the observation window, one can see a European or American woman wearing a gorgeous retro long dress and with dazzling blonde hair.
She sat gracefully in a high-backed chair, facing a small mirror, intently drawing her eyebrows.
Seeing that she did not sing, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, this atmosphere only lasted for a moment.
The "songstress" inside the cell seemed to have keenly caught the commotion in the corridor.
She suddenly stood up, moved to the door, and glanced lightly at everyone through the window before a warm smile bloomed on her face.
"Hmm, another group of listeners has arrived! How exciting!"
She raised her hand, lightly tapped her throat with her fingertip, and said in a coquettish tone:
"Unfortunately, my voice isn't feeling well today, so I won't be singing."
Then, her voice deepened slightly, as if making a solemn promise:
"Next time... I'll definitely sing a good song for you next time."
That cloyingly sweet voice, coupled with those words that sounded like a death proclamation, sent a chill down the spines of everyone outside the door.
The group continued forward.
The corridor was deep and dark, and soon they arrived at cell number 13, which was highlighted in the manual.
Through the narrow observation window, a figure came into view—
It was an old man, emaciated, huddled in a corner of the cell.
His gray hair was sparse and messy, and his deep-set eyes were almost cloudy. The tattered prison uniform hung on his emaciated body, making him look empty.
Lin Feng noticed that there was an empty food bag that had been opened at the exit of the automatic feeding system on the inner wall of the cell.
"He's eaten," Lin Feng said in a low voice.