Chapter 136 Strange Orcs (First Update) This match...
There were over 120 singers in this competition, but by the time Sang Zhitao had her second competition, only 62 remained, and she was given a new number.
"Welcome contestant number 13, Shadow, and contestant number 7, Cat Spirit!" the host read out the usual introduction.
Sang Zhitao and another girl with a similarly cute style stood on either side of the button and pressed the draw button.
"Congratulations to both players. The keyword for this match is blood."
Sang Zhitao and Lingmao were both stunned. They looked at the big screen, then at each other, until they saw the confusion in each other's eyes. Only then did they relax and return to the preparation area.
A performance was taking place on stage. The two were telling their respective supervisors about the stage design and the melody of the song they wanted. Afterwards, Sang Zhitao asked for a few props and a bag of fake blood.
The person in charge looked at her in surprise, thinking he had misheard, and subconsciously asked, "What did you say you wanted?!"
"I need a dagger, a bag of fake blood, and my requirements for the stage design aren't high: a chair, a mannequin in a wedding dress, and the mannequin's head should be easy to remove," Sang Zhitao described her requirements in detail again.
The person in charge stared wide-eyed, but didn't say much. He turned around and carefully gave them a few more instructions.
When the order of the performance was drawn at the beginning, the other side sang first, which gave Sang Zhitao's side more preparation time.
After singing three songs on stage, Cat Spirit changed into a battle suit. Her hair was wet and dripping with blood, and her cat claws were covered in bits of flesh and blood. The stage was also set up to resemble a battlefield.
Her petite body moved nimbly on the stage, singing lyrics without lyrics, depicting the intensity and cruelty of the battlefield. The vigorous movements did not affect her singing and dancing abilities at all, and the stability of her voice made Sang Zhitao want to give her a thumbs up.
After the story of a war was sung, Cat Spirit, wearing battle-damaged clothing, stood in the center of the stage with a sharp and murderous look in her eyes, which silenced the audience for a few seconds before bursting into amazing applause.
Watching her performance, Sang Zhitao couldn't help but secretly rejoice that she hadn't chosen the same war theme.
As the other person walked off the stage, her staff rushed onto the stage to clear away the items and placed a chair in the center. A woman with a graceful figure, wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, sat on the chair with her back to the audience. A piano was placed diagonally opposite the woman.
Sang Zhitao, dressed in a pink dress and wearing a top hat, sat down at the piano and began to play a piece.
A light, ethereal note skipped along as she stood up, her back to the crowd, and softly sang: "Absolutely perfect hands, neither sweating nor trembling..."
She brought the song "Killer" from Earth to the music stage of the orc world.
The beastmen watched as the beautiful young woman in her little dress held the hands of the bride, whose back was to them, and softly sang a song with a clear rhythm.
During her interlude, Sang Zhitao slightly raised her head, a strange smile on her face, and turned the bride's stool towards the crowd.
Only then did everyone realize that the bride's eyes were closed and her head was tilted to the side, making it unclear whether she was dead or alive.
Sang Zhitao continued singing, then gently slashed the bride's neck with a dagger, and the bride's head rolled off her delicate neck into her arms.
She gently kissed the bride's forehead, then held the bride's head and danced to the music.
The glaring blood gradually stained her pink clothes, and a few drops of blood splattered on her tender face, making her look even more eerie under the light.
At the end of the song, Sang Zhitao, holding the bride's head in her arms with blood at the corner of her mouth, looks at everyone eerily with a smile on her lips.
There was silence for nearly half a minute before thunderous applause erupted.
"sharp!"
"That's terrifying!"
"Aaaaaaah! Shadow! We love you!!"
Even the cat spirit on the other side, who initially seemed somewhat smug and relaxed, now looked cautious. She stared intently at Sang Zhitao, took a few deep breaths, and then turned to look at her companion.
Sang Zhitao didn't pay much attention to the other person's emotional change, but instead looked at An Ke.
Anke couldn't hide his excitement and gave her a big thumbs up with both hands.
Sang Zhitao smiled and waved until the host came on stage to announce the vote.
After expert scoring and public voting, Sang Zhitao ultimately took the lead by a narrow margin, while Maoling advanced to the revival competition group.
After the match ended, Sang Zhitao followed An Ke home to rest. This time, to prevent any accidents, An Ke made sure to escort her to her room before leaving.
Later that evening, Anke sent her a message: "You're becoming more and more famous now, and the place you live in is no longer safe. I'll find a new neighborhood tomorrow, and you can move there before the next competition starts."
Sang Zhitao had no objections, though the strange werewolf she encountered that day remained a thorn in her side.
Anke is very proactive; she came to pack her things the next afternoon, and moved into the new house that very night.
Her departure startled the werewolf who had gone out to receive a mission, and he quickly called to report the situation.
The person on the other end of the phone was none other than Hu Hei. His claws left deep scratches on the desk, and his voice carried an uncontrollable ferocity: "Didn't I tell you that her mission was of the highest level?! Who gave you permission to take on other missions on your own?!"
The werewolf shrank back in fright, stammering cautiously, "It's...it's the Third Leader who said she doesn't like going out before the competition...I, I just happened to help him catch someone..."
Even though his face was partially obscured by his fur, a hint of murderous intent flashed across Hu Heina's face. He looked at the werewolf and coldly instructed him, "I don't care what method you use, find her, protect her. If you can't do that... go to the military court yourself."
After saying that, he hung up the phone and dialed the Third Regiment Commander that the werewolf had mentioned.
The third regimental commander didn't take the matter of helping out seriously at all, since it was very common for them to help their comrades or superiors with other tasks when they were on missions.
But to his surprise, Hu Hei gave him a thorough dressing-down over the phone.
After Hu Hei finished cursing and hung up, the Third Regiment Commander was still a little dazed. When he came to his senses, he looked at the phone with only a busy tone and didn't know whether to explain or refute. He was left with a belly full of resentment.
Getting angrier the more he thought about it, he decided to go for a walk. As soon as he stepped outside, he ran into his dog, Guardian. He was so angry that he kicked him and cursed at him before he felt better.
The dog guard was a little aggrieved, but dared not say anything. He could only lower his head and follow the Third Regiment Commander out for a walk.
Sang Zhitao has moved to a new place and is sleeping much more soundly now.
But that very night, she suddenly woke up from her dream with a frighteningly hot sensation in her chest.
By the moonlight, Sang Zhitao lifted her clothes and looked at her chest, where the jade pendant that once hung was now emitting a faint green light.
As the green light deepened, she felt her chest getting hotter, and the sound of footsteps outside the door grew closer.
Sang Zhitao cautiously jumped out of bed, transformed into human form, picked up a bronze ornament from the table, and silently hid behind the door.
The footsteps grew closer and closer until they reached her door. She felt an unusual burning sensation in her chest, and the green light grew even stronger.
Sang Zhitao licked her lips, raised the ornament in her hand high, and waited for the other party to come in so she could deliver a heavy blow.
The owner of the footsteps stood at her door for a long time, but did not come in; instead, he continued walking forward.
As he walked away, the warmth in Sang Zhitao's chest lessened, and the light dimmed as well.
Sang Zhitao thought for a moment, took out a small mirror, opened the cat's eye, and held the small mirror directly in the cat's eye position.
Through the refracted image, Sang Zhitao could see an eye peering into her room through the cat's eye.
She was startled and almost threw the mirror away. She quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth, and dared not move her hand holding the mirror at all.
Not long after, the pair of eyes outside the door quietly left. Sang Zhitao, using the mirror, discovered that the person continued walking forward, and there was another person standing further ahead.
Sang Zhitao was somewhat surprised. Just as she was thinking about what was happening, the footsteps continued to sound, and the warmth in her chest returned. She held up the mirror and continued to peer outside.
Just as the burning sensation returned to her chest, a pair of bloodshot eyes looked in her direction, and the coldness and bloodlust in those eyes made Sang Zhitao tremble involuntarily.
Just as she was becoming increasingly confused about what was happening outside, a loud bang startled her so much that she almost dropped the mirror.
The owner of the red eyes outside quickly ran in one direction, followed closely by the person who had initially been spying on her, who also ran away with the red eyes.
Then several orcs dressed in military uniforms surrounded them from both sides, and then transformed into their original forms in mid-air to pounce on the two men.
As they were tackled, the two immediately transformed back into their original forms and turned to attack the other orcs.
However, their counterattack was quickly and violently suppressed by the Orcs.
The orc quickly transformed into human form, injected the two orcs with tranquilizers, and then carried them away.
Only after they had completely left did Sang Zhitao's chest finally calm down.
Touching her chest, Sang Zhitao recalled the strange appearance of the two orcs and went online to search for news about wild beasts injuring people.
Unfortunately, with the suppression, this type of news has become increasingly rare. News that used to include pictures or videos has all disappeared, leaving only a dozen or so text-only web pages.
Sang Zhitao frowned and quickly sent several messages to An Ke.
Anke was busy with work and hadn't rested yet, but she replied to the message very promptly: "Are you alright?!"
"It must be an infected orc who escaped. Don't worry, as long as the military orcs take action, everything will be fine."
"Infection? What kind of infection?" Sang Zhitao became even more curious.
Anke kept showing "typing in progress" on her end, and after a long time, she finally sent a message: "I'm not sure, my family won't tell me."
Sang Zhitao frowned, touching her chest, her mind wandering to the black stone she encountered in the Upside-Down World: "Toya used my blood to develop the antidote back then, this world can't possibly need my blood too..."
Before Anke could get any follow-up questions, she sent another message: "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with us."
Sang Zhitao didn't intend to be honest, and only replied, "Okay, then I'll rest."
Anke gave her a few more brief instructions before saying goodnight to her.
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