CH 37

Translator: Ariess

Editor: AlevXX

Proofreader: Black.Cat

Chapter 37: Blood Moon Werewolf Killing (15) End

Because the appearance of the houses were exactly the same, Chu Huai was afraid that he would enter the same house twice, which could waste time, so he decided to walk around the border of the city first.

He could find the ghost at any place. Besides, he didn’t want these few hours to pass in vain either.

Chu Huai touched the thick wall and was sure that he had finally found the city wall.

Because time was still, it was always the blood moon period. The visibility was not high, which also caused some difficulty for Chu Huai’s movement.

He spent a few more hours, circling the whole city while touching the wall along the way, and he finally determined that this was a square-shaped city.

After such a toss and turn, his legs seemed to turn numb, and his calf muscles were so painful when he walked.

Chu Huai resigned himself to fate, walking down the streets in an attempt to check each house. He somehow felt a little depressed.

How could it become his turn to hunt the ghost?

Even if he was hunting the ghost, he still needed to play hide and seek with it.

Those participants were frozen on the spot, but it wasn’t necessary that the ghost would be the same.

What if the ghost was still hiding from him, then did he need to find it until the year of the monkey and month of the horse1T/N: it’s time that will never come (as this is not a valid year/month in the Chinese calendar).?

When he finds the ghost, Jin Tianyi will be able to bury its ashes, right?

Chu Huai placed his hand on a door to support himself, clutching his chest with his other hand, gasping for breath.

Another small, black spider hung upside down on a cobweb. It fell from the door because of Chu Huai’s arrival, yet Chu Huai didn’t appear to be scared at all.

Chu Huai glanced around the house; there was still some old furniture in it that was filled with grime.

He unexpectedly looked up, where two skeletons were hanging from the high beams. The shining white bones swayed along with the cold wind, giving out a wind chime sound.

Ah, this was very unique.

There were two wooden stools in the center of the house.

In that year, when the blood moon first came, two people should have committed suicide and went to the underworld together.

“Sorry for the disturbance.” Chu Huai found nothing, so he closed the door for them with consideration, and he continued to walk on the empty street, feeling extremely miserable.

If it hadn’t been for the blood-red words in his mind, Chu Huai could even suspect that the world was playing with him. He found a mirror in a few houses, and carefully observed his eyes in the mirror, but found nothing. His eyes were so ordinary that they didn’t look like the ability of ‘God’s eyes’ at all.

He hadn’t slept all night and his eyes had already turned bloodshot.

Chu Huai took a rest for a while before he continued to search. However, the more he did it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Where was the problem?

He proceeded to walk and finally came across the street where he killed Song Chen.

The surrounding was dark, Song Chen’s corpse was laying quietly on the ground. Maybe in seven or eight years, she would become a pile of inconspicuous white bones on the street.

Chu Huai pondered for a moment. In the end, he couldn’t bear it, so he approached Song Chen’s corpse slowly.

Song Chen’s eyes were still wide open, they were filled with inscrutability. The dark red blood on her hand that used to write ‘冂’ had completely dried.

Chu Huai carried Song Chen in his arms, feeling the stiffness of her corpse, and he suddenly had a terrible guess in his heart.

Song Chen’s whole body was stiff.

The rigor mortis would appear after death in 1 to 3 hours, and it would spread to the whole body in 4 to 6 hours. The specific time of Song Chen’s death should have been around 12 o’clock midnight, that was to say…it had already surpassed the real time…the 6 o’clock in the next morning.

Nevertheless, under the influence of the ghost, they had little perspective of time. As long as they couldn’t find the ghost, the participants would never know the real time. And they would never be able to reach 6 o’clock the next day.

In other words, the way to leave the instance until 6 o’clock the next day was just a dead end from the beginning to the end.

Sacrificing and finding the ghost that was hiding in the city was the only way to survive.

Right now, time stood still, the sacrifice method also came to no use because except for Chu Huai himself, other people couldn’t speak at all.

Therefore, if he couldn’t find the hidden ghost, the final outcome for everyone was not death, yet it was no different from death. He would always wander around the city, playing hide and seek continuously with the ghost. The game, as well as the others, would turn into an eternal statue, becoming the scenery of the Crazy Blood Moon City.

No.

Chu Huai tried to keep calm.

How could they give up at this moment? This extremely wasteful search must be wrong. There must be something that he had overlooked.

Chu Huai put his chaotic thoughts aside. Carrying Song Chen’s corpse, he pushed open the door of a nearby house.

With a squeak, the door opened. The dust in the gloomy room smashed against his face.

Chu Huai used his legs to touch the wall until he came into contact with the edge of the bed. He sighed, picked up the cloth on the side to wipe the dirt, then he put Song Chen’s body on the bed.

This was the only thing he could do.

A few years later, some participants might enter the instance of the Crazy Blood Moon City, and the skeleton that existed on the road would likely be trampled by them. However, it would be fine if the skeleton was moved into the house.

Chu Huai placed Song Chen’s legs gently on the bed. Then he placed Song Chen’s hands on her abdomen.

Sister Chenchen.

Chu Huai said in his heart. He subsequently bent over and was about to stretch out his hand to close her eyes. But Chu Huai suddenly froze when his gaze met Song Chen’s.

The other hand in its sleeve couldn’t help shaking.

Inside the dim house, Chu Huai looked at the corpse lying on the bed quietly.

The sense of oppression caused him to be stifled.

Song Chen’s eyes were originally bloodshot, yet her current pupils were clearly white.

Chu Huai would never forget his first impression of Song Chen.

At that time, he’d also asked her why there were traces of blood in her eyes, Song Chen then said…she had a sign of retinal detachment, and it was not a big problem.

Now those traces of blood were gone.

But they had existed in his eyes instead.

Chu Huai laughed, his laughter was filled with sorrow.

At this moment, the clues had been connected.

The little doubt that he had was finally unraveled.

Zhang Quanfang pointed at Song Chen when she died because the ghost lived in Song Chen’s eyes.

Zhang Quanfang had used the sacrifice method. The ghost had no choice but to show itself and take her life away quietly. During that period, in front of everyone’s eyes was a blood-red mist, wasn’t that a hint in disguise?

Why did the ghost that phoned Li Xingran knew exactly what he had said? Because it lived…in Song Chen’s eyes.

Song Chen could see the blood moon was replaced by the white moon before, but she suddenly wrote ‘冂’ when she died, reminding them about how something was wrong with the moon. This was enough to show that she saw the blood moon at that time.

Why was her vision turned back to normal? Why did the illusion suddenly disappear?

That was because Song Chen was about to die, and the ghost… had shifted its target to him.

Chu Huai spoke unhurriedly, “I identify the ghost that is hiding in the participant Chu Huai’s eyes.”

There was a sharp pain in his eyes when he closed them.

Chu Huai suddenly sensed how the air was filled with hatred and resentment.

Just when he thought that he was going to be torn apart by the ghost, an ear-piercing scream could be heard, which made Chu Huai’s eardrums hurt.

He found the ghost.

The ghost was hiding in his eyes.

So what’s the use of having ‘God’s eyes’? The ghost was in God’s eyes.

This goddamn ability should be called ‘God’s hoodwink’ instead. Chu Huai laughed, his eyes no longer painful.

Even if he spent ten years in this city, he would not be able to find the ghost.

There was peace and calm in God’s eyes, but the ghost was residing in there, mocking his stupidity.

Ghost and god were the same, and god was not different from ghost.

Satan and Jesus, God and Devil, Garden of Eden and Hell.

The ghost was a viper, impersonating as a devil, climbing on to the tree of wisdom in the Garden of Eden.

Chu Huai opened his eyes and saw the ghost.

To his surprise, the ghost didn’t look hideous; it was a young man with a firm and persistent facial feature.

The man’s skin was as pale as paper, even whiter than that of a vampire.

“Are you the last survivor in the Crazy Blood Moon City?” Chu Huai asked indifferently.

The ghost didn’t speak, but Chu Huai sensed that the hatred and resentment of the other party began to decrease.

“You have a curse on your body? Were you being forced to continue this killing game?”

When Chu Huai finished asking, the yin energy around the man dissipated shortly, and his body became transparent.

The fierce complexion on his face faded, replaced by a relieved smile.

“Thank you. I’m free.” He seemed to not have spoken for too long. His voice was hoarse and raspy which could send chills down people’s spine.

He then disappeared.

With the ghost having been defeated, the world once again restored to its original appearance.

When Chu Huai raised his head, the blood moon that was located in the night sky suddenly shattered.

It was like an eggshell had been cracked and the little chick inside finally saw…light.

A dazzling light.

A magical scene was occurring in front of everyone’s eyes.

Chu Huai walked to the window, watching the dark sky change as if a cloth was being taken off. Starting from a small crack, then the huge watermelon split open.

The participants were like watermelon seeds that had seen the outside world.

It turned out that the sky was so bright.

The luminous light poured in, while the sun shone brightly, making the cold city warm in an instant.

This was six o’clock in the morning.

The entire blood moon city was shrouded with sunlight.

Chu Huai leaned on the window, and smiled. Everything was over.

The familiar pain came, the blood-red words appeared right before everyone’s eyes—The instance is completed, everyone will be sent out soon.

Chu Huai turned his head, glancing at Song Chen, who was laying on the bed before nodding at her slightly.

Jin Tianyi was hiding in a shadow not far away, and he happened to catch a glimpse of Chu Huai’s godlike smile.