Chapter 3 I wouldn't be so crazy as to choose to sacrifice myself
Along with the prompts in the subtitles, some knowledge related to blood sacrifice is sneaking into Feng Mu's mind.
Weird, bloody, and crazy!
Feng Mu shuddered and smacked his lips: "A fearless and crazy person would use his own blood to draw the altar; a cowardly and vicious beast would use the blood of others to draw the altar."
"The two choices will generate different rewards 3, but unfortunately the reward result is now a question mark, so I can only bet blindly."
Feng Mu's performance in liberal arts was average, and he wasn't sure whether his reading comprehension test had the correct answer, but it should be close.
"So, should I choose man or beast?"
"To be honest, sacrificing other people's blood should be a more comfortable experience~"
"But I don't have anyone in particular I want to kill. I can't just randomly choose a target. There's no reason for me to be so cruel, right?"
Having determined to carry out the "death sacrifice", Feng Mu's ideology and morality began to slide uncontrollably towards the brink of sin.
Feng Mu was struggling internally as he walked: should he be a human or an animal? This was the question.
10 minutes later.
Feng Mu walked into the bicycle shed and stared at the bicycle he had ridden for three years in a daze.
"Let's not consider whether it's human or beast. I still have to swallow a pound of iron. Well, isn't the bicycle a ready-made ingredient? So, which part of the meat would be easier to swallow?"
Feng Mu looked at the bicycle more carefully than ever before, and his eyes gradually became strange.
The bearing chain is too greasy, the frame bones are too hard to chew, the brake lever is a bit rusty and deteriorated, and the wheel spikes are too sharp and can easily get stuck in the throat. Bicycle: "???"
30 minutes later.
The hardworking bicycle appeared in front of the hardware store with Feng Mu on its back.
Feng Mu walked into the hardware store. The bicycle parked at the door was swaying in the wind, making a trembling sound.
However, Feng Mu felt that he had walked into a restaurant instead of a hardware store, and the shelves were not filled with cold metal objects but various delicious delicacies.
Feng Mu blurted out excitedly: "Boss, which tastes best?"
The middle-aged bald boss suspected that he was hallucinating: "What?"
Feng Mu quickly corrected: "The smallest one, round and smooth, without any edges and corners, right?"
The bald boss hesitantly took out a handful of iron beads from the cabinet and asked uncertainly, "This kind?"
Feng Mu's eyes lit up immediately, and he was overjoyed: "Okay, this is the one, it won't hurt my teeth... ahem, it won't hurt my hands."
The bald boss hesitated and asked, "How many do you want?"
Feng Mu: "Please weigh one pound for me."
The bald boss was stunned. It was the first time he saw a customer buying things by weight in his store.
When Feng Mu and other bosses were weighing the goods, he somehow pulled out a claw hammer from the shelf. The hammer was not long and was just the right size to be hidden in the sleeve.
The bald boss just thought that this customer was weird, but he was too lazy to think too much about it. He took the money, wrapped the food in a black plastic bag and handed it over.
Feng Mu picked up the bag with satisfaction, put it in his schoolbag, got on the bicycle that had saved his life, and disappeared at lightning speed.
It took half an hour to go there, but only 20 minutes to go back. The whistling wind was the roar of love riding under my crotch.
Feng Mu parked his bicycle back in the bicycle shed and did not go back to the classroom. He wandered around the school alone.
"The iron is ready, but we're just missing some blood!" Feng Mu muttered to himself.
He still hadn't decided whether to use his own blood or someone else's, but that didn't stop him from hiding the murder weapon in his sleeves in advance, and he would always find himself in some hidden corners on campus.
When Feng Mu found that there were no lone students in the corners, he felt disappointed and relieved.
This happened several times over and over again until school was over and the campus was completely empty. Feng Mu then dragged his tired body out from a bush.
In fact, I had two opportunities.
One was a girl as thin as a stick, hiding in a corner crying, looking like she was crushed by fate, so miserable that Feng Mu couldn't bring himself to kill her;
One of them had a face full of flesh, and did not look kind. He looked like he was going to kill to uphold justice. His muscles were like lumps of iron, and it was obvious that he had made good achievements in martial arts. Feng Mu had no idea where to start.
"Damn, if you don't kill someone once, you won't know how difficult it is to kill someone!"
Feng Mu's arms were numb from being tied with the claw hammer, and his dry lips were bitten and bleeding.
"Forget it. It's better to rely on myself than on others. Since I have to swallow the iron, I might as well bleed. Anyway, if the ritual fails, I can't be saved!"
Feng Mu licked the blood in his mouth, his eyes filled with determination and madness. He turned and walked towards the abandoned warehouse behind the teaching building.
The abandoned warehouse used to be a martial arts hall. A few years ago, a fire broke out there, and it is said that several students were burned to death.
After the school built a new martial arts hall, it was converted into a warehouse for storing miscellaneous items. After that, it was completely abandoned and few people went there.
It was perfect for holding an evil sacrificial ceremony.
The warehouse was locked, but this did not pose a problem for Feng Mu. He went around to the back as if he knew the way, climbed up to the second floor by climbing a tree, found a gray ventilation window, and then pried against the edge with his skillful strength, and the window catch loosened.
Feng Mu pushed open the window, crouched down and crawled in, then carefully closed the window again.
The warehouse was dark, with all kinds of sundries piled up in the corners and a smell of dampness and mold. The walls had been repainted white, but traces of the fire could still be vaguely seen in the cracked wall base and tiles.
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Some traces can be hidden, but they are destined to be impossible to erase.
Like the fire, like the scar on his wrist.
Feng Mu used the light from his mobile phone to look at it. The crowded and irregular debris seemed to have formed a maze. Some of the gaps for passing through were intertwined, while some were dead ends.
Feng Mu followed the remaining images in his memory, turning left and right all the way, walked into the deepest part, squeezed in behind a wooden shelf along the crack in the wall, and then squeezed in another 5 meters.
It suddenly became spacious, but it turned out to be a compartment blocked by a wooden frame.
It is still a storage warehouse, and there are still some sundries piled up there, but because the door frame is too narrow, large items are difficult to move in, so there is an open space inside.
It is about five or six square meters, enough for a simple sacrifice, or to lie down a dead body that no one cares about.
"I thought I would never come here again, but unexpectedly, fate brought me back."
Feng Mu's face was full of emotion. He took two steps forward, slowly sat down, and naturally lay down against the cold wall in the same position he remembered.
He fumbled on the ground with his right hand for a while and indeed felt a blade with dried blood on it.
That's his blood!
To be more precise, it is the blood of the original owner.
Three years ago, the original owner died here by cutting his wrists, and he opened his eyes; three years later, he chose to cut his wrists here as well.
Feng Mu did not seek death, he sought life, a new life of blood and iron.
[Blood and Iron: You need to bathe in blood and iron and complete a death sacrifice to show your determination and rebirth.
Completion Reward: 1, Activation
2. Inherit the Iron Eater
3,? ?
The sacrificial ceremony is as follows: Eat 1 jin of raw iron, and use fresh blood to draw the pattern of fate. ](PS: A fearless and crazy person will be reborn by bathing in his own blood; a cowardly but vicious beast will be reborn by swallowing the blood of its own kind. Different choices will lead to different destinies!) Feng Mu took a deep breath, his fingers holding the blade turned white, and then he aimed at the scar on his wrist, overlapped the position, and cut it open with a knife.
The old scar was cut open, and blood gushed out, dyeing the blackened blade a fresh color again.
Throwing away the blade, Feng Mu quickly grabbed the small iron beads and stuffed them into his mouth. He swallowed them whole while reciting a strange sacrificial text intermittently.
The sacrificial text was deeply engraved in his mind. As he recited it, it seemed as if an indescribable force descended into this cramped space, drawing blood and drawing evil patterns on the ground.
Feng Mu felt his eyelids gradually becoming heavier. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, but there was no more fear and anxiety in his heart, only a cold calmness.
He could even joke to himself humorously: "When I open my eyes again, it will still be me. Don't open your eyes and find that another time traveler has come back to life. That would be funny~"
[Detected, activation task started!] [Blood and Iron completing...] [1%, 2%, 3%, 17%, 18%, 19... 32%, 33%, 34%] (End of this chapter)
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