Hua Feng struggled to get up, and when he just managed to prop himself up on the bed with his upper body, the blood stained the sheets red.
Two decayed fingers protruded from his hand, and the pain gradually blurred his consciousness, making it difficult to breathe.
He bit his lip and turned his stiff neck.
Fingers were growing in the blood vessels of his neck, rigidly supporting it, causing his head to twist somewhat unnaturally, with his eyeballs rolling backward.
He saw a blood-red flower blooming intensely in the dim hall.
These blood flowers, born in the darkness, broke through and merged with the darkness, one after another, blossoming on Ning Su’s fingertips, wrists, forehead, and the corners of the eyes, slowly covering the other.
Hua Feng lay quietly, holding his breath.
This eerie and beautiful scene made Hua Feng momentarily forget the pain.
Ning Changfeng didn’t know how to deal with the strange flowers on Ning Su’s body; even touching them seemed like it would be painful for Ning Su.
He was becoming increasingly impatient with his own helplessness.
Seeing Hua Feng struggling on the bed, in order to give himself something to do and relieve his anxiety, he wanted to move Hua Feng to another bed.
The entire hall was filled with painful cries, screams, tearing, and impacts.
Terrifying and nauseating vines grew out from within the bodies of people and swayed in the air like tentacles.
Under the dim candlelight and pitiful moonlight, various viscous fluids slowly dripped down, filling the air with a strong smell of blood and decay.
The strangest among them was the young man lying quietly on the bed, covered in blood-red flowers.
Another was a man struggling on an adjacent bed, whose fingers were growing another layer of fingers beneath them. Grayish-purple fingers pierced through his skin, oozing thick, red, and horrifying blood, a shocking sight.
“What’s going on?” Ning Changfeng asked.
Hua Feng smiled at him with a pale face.
“This is...what is it... I don’t know... in the Yenan family... my brother’s hands... pierced through my chest...”
Ning Changfeng was stunned.
Hua Feng used to be very withdrawn and seemed fragile. To be able to answer his questions with a smile in such a situation was unexpected.
“I’ll be fine... Ning Su won’t be in trouble either,” he said, his stiff neck turning slightly as he looked at the others in the hall, “They had all... suffered... hardship...”
He could no longer speak complete sentences.
But Ning Changfeng knew what he wanted to say.
Every flower attendant here had experienced hardship and adversity, and that hardship had made them stronger. This was also one of the criteria for selecting flower attendants.
This included Ning Su.
Ning Changfeng’s face looked even worse.
“They have endured hardships, stood firm, and so they should be subjected to such torture?” His face was full of resentment. “What kind of logic is this?”
In the beautiful and peaceful Furen County, every day was filled with laughter, songs, and dances.
They prayed in front of the Flower God’s temple every day, treating the flower attendants as sacred beings.
But these bought and sold flower attendants were tormented night after night in the Flower God’s Temple, being neither human nor ghost.
Sometimes, they couldn’t even scream in agony because the sacred flowers tore apart their throats.
There was nothing more ridiculous than this.
The cries of agony continued for two or three hours, gradually becoming less intense.
When the night was at its deepest, the sacred flowers gradually quiet down.
The flower vines that had grown out of their bodies retract back inside, leaving behind only sticky, cold liquid and the moans that filled the entire hall.
There was no trace of the flower on Ning Su.
Ning Changfeng nervously checked his body, and after finding no injuries, he sat on a chair in exhaustion, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Ning Changfeng bitterly smiled.
He used to be quite wild, but he never thought he would end up like this one day.
The next morning, the men in black robed took away two more bodies.
Hua Feng said they were all strong individuals, but even the strongest people were still human. Faced with the pain and destruction that the human body could hardly bear, death was not unexpected.
Of the four flower attendants who had the sacred flowers transplanted yesterday, only two were brought out this morning.
Jia Chensheng’s partner came out alive, and Dong Xi also came out alive.
Dai Dong, who twisted the flower vines in the dark house, was released, and Jia Chensheng, looking exhausted, talked to him.
Su Wangsheng and Hua Feng had recovered well. They went through the most painful sacred flower transplant, and they also went through that last night. Now that they knew what happened, their hanging hearts had finally settled, and they felt much more at ease.
As for Ning Su.
He held a bag of dried beef, walked through the aisle between the beds, leaving a mouthwatering salty fragrance in his path. He sat by the small window, slowly chewing on the dried beef while watching the white-robed people cleaning the main hall.
Zhu Shuangshuang: “Why do I feel that he’s very moisturized?”
“Well,” Ning Changfeng’s old father’s heart finally relaxed.
Ning Su was different from these haggard flower attendants. His complexion still looked a bit pale, but inexplicably gave off a sense of vitality. The slight stagnation of death that had previously lingered around him was no longer there.
Ning Changfeng walked over to him and handed him a cup of holy water.
After a while, other players also came over spontaneously.
“What kind of damn instance is this!” After a night of terrifying torment, Jia Chensheng’s curses came out. “What Flower God’s temple, this is a prison!”
Saying this, guided by the aroma of the dried beef, he looked at Ning Su.
Ning Su gave him an “ok” gesture again.
Jia Chensheng: “...”
Don’t just give an “ok,” give him a piece of dried beef to eat.
He stiffly said, “We need to find a way to get out of here quickly.”
While Ning Su nibbled on the spicy and flavorful dried beef, he listened to the players exchanging information.
The usually silent Dai Dong said, “The sacred flowers are growing in our bodies. What will they eventually turn us into?”
Ning Su, still chewing on the flavorful dried beef, looked at him.
The other had been brought into the Flower God’s temple by the people in robes on the day when Jiang Ying’s arm sprouted from the sacred flower. When he was taken away, his spirit was close to collapsing.
At this moment, he looked weak, but the madness in his eyes was gone, replaced by tranquility.
“At first, we didn’t know that the sacred flowers would grow in our bodies,” he said. “After seeing the sacred flowers grow on our bodies, I started to wonder if we could survive after the transplant.”
Ning Su blinked, sensing a touch of despair in him.
Not the real kind of despair, but a spiritual one. He didn’t want to go on living.
Just like Meng Linjia.
Ning Su handed him a piece of dried beef. He took it, but Fang Qi quickly took it away.
He continued, “As the sacred flowers grow larger, will they burst our bodies? Will our bodies become fragmented?”
“Our bodies will also become their nourishment, absorbed and consumed by them, leaving only fragmented pieces.”
Zhu Shuangshuang suddenly said, “They say that Hua Feng’s brother and that sacred flower are like this, right?”
“In reality, that sacred flower was nurtured by Hua Feng’s brother within his body. Eventually, the sacred flower grew and devoured Hua Feng’s brother as its nourishment, leaving only his hand.”
This concept sent shivers down one’s spine.
Originally, the sacred flower was inside the human body, and the human body became fertilizer for the sacred flower. In the active night, the sacred flower would emerge.
The faces of the players all darkened.
“We must find a solution as soon as possible.”
It seemed somewhat out of reach. Who knew if they would still be alive by the time of the Flower Festival?
In the morning, another clan leader brought a group of flower attendants.
Including the newcomers and excluding those who died during the transplantation of the sacred flower, there were currently 12 players in the Flower God’s temple.
Hua Feng struggled to get up, and when he just managed to prop himself up on the bed with his upper body, the blood stained the sheets red.
Two decayed fingers protruded from his hand, and the pain gradually blurred his consciousness, making it difficult to breathe.
He bit his lip and turned his stiff neck.
Fingers were growing in the blood vessels of his neck, rigidly supporting it, causing his head to twist somewhat unnaturally, with his eyeballs rolling backward.
He saw a blood-red flower blooming intensely in the dim hall.
These blood flowers, born in the darkness, broke through and merged with the darkness, one after another, blossoming on Ning Su’s fingertips, wrists, forehead, and the corners of the eyes, slowly covering the other.
Hua Feng lay quietly, holding his breath.
This eerie and beautiful scene made Hua Feng momentarily forget the pain.
Ning Changfeng didn’t know how to deal with the strange flowers on Ning Su’s body; even touching them seemed like it would be painful for Ning Su.
He was becoming increasingly impatient with his own helplessness.
Seeing Hua Feng struggling on the bed, in order to give himself something to do and relieve his anxiety, he wanted to move Hua Feng to another bed.
The entire hall was filled with painful cries, screams, tearing, and impacts.
Terrifying and nauseating vines grew out from within the bodies of people and swayed in the air like tentacles.
Under the dim candlelight and pitiful moonlight, various viscous fluids slowly dripped down, filling the air with a strong smell of blood and decay.
The strangest among them was the young man lying quietly on the bed, covered in blood-red flowers.
Another was a man struggling on an adjacent bed, whose fingers were growing another layer of fingers beneath them. Grayish-purple fingers pierced through his skin, oozing thick, red, and horrifying blood, a shocking sight.
“What’s going on?” Ning Changfeng asked.
Hua Feng smiled at him with a pale face.
“This is...what is it... I don’t know... in the Yenan family... my brother’s hands... pierced through my chest...”
Ning Changfeng was stunned.
Hua Feng used to be very withdrawn and seemed fragile. To be able to answer his questions with a smile in such a situation was unexpected.
“I’ll be fine... Ning Su won’t be in trouble either,” he said, his stiff neck turning slightly as he looked at the others in the hall, “They had all... suffered... hardship...”
He could no longer speak complete sentences.
But Ning Changfeng knew what he wanted to say.
Every flower attendant here had experienced hardship and adversity, and that hardship had made them stronger. This was also one of the criteria for selecting flower attendants.
This included Ning Su.
Ning Changfeng’s face looked even worse.
“They have endured hardships, stood firm, and so they should be subjected to such torture?” His face was full of resentment. “What kind of logic is this?”
In the beautiful and peaceful Furen County, every day was filled with laughter, songs, and dances.
They prayed in front of the Flower God’s temple every day, treating the flower attendants as sacred beings.
But these bought and sold flower attendants were tormented night after night in the Flower God’s Temple, being neither human nor ghost.
Sometimes, they couldn’t even scream in agony because the sacred flowers tore apart their throats.
There was nothing more ridiculous than this.
The cries of agony continued for two or three hours, gradually becoming less intense.
When the night was at its deepest, the sacred flowers gradually quiet down.
The flower vines that had grown out of their bodies retract back inside, leaving behind only sticky, cold liquid and the moans that filled the entire hall.
There was no trace of the flower on Ning Su.
Ning Changfeng nervously checked his body, and after finding no injuries, he sat on a chair in exhaustion, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Ning Changfeng bitterly smiled.
He used to be quite wild, but he never thought he would end up like this one day.
The next morning, the men in black robed took away two more bodies.
Hua Feng said they were all strong individuals, but even the strongest people were still human. Faced with the pain and destruction that the human body could hardly bear, death was not unexpected.
Of the four flower attendants who had the sacred flowers transplanted yesterday, only two were brought out this morning.
Jia Chensheng’s partner came out alive, and Dong Xi also came out alive.
Dai Dong, who twisted the flower vines in the dark house, was released, and Jia Chensheng, looking exhausted, talked to him.
Su Wangsheng and Hua Feng had recovered well. They went through the most painful sacred flower transplant, and they also went through that last night. Now that they knew what happened, their hanging hearts had finally settled, and they felt much more at ease.
As for Ning Su.
He held a bag of dried beef, walked through the aisle between the beds, leaving a mouthwatering salty fragrance in his path. He sat by the small window, slowly chewing on the dried beef while watching the white-robed people cleaning the main hall.
Zhu Shuangshuang: “Why do I feel that he’s very moisturized?”
“Well,” Ning Changfeng’s old father’s heart finally relaxed.
Ning Su was different from these haggard flower attendants. His complexion still looked a bit pale, but inexplicably gave off a sense of vitality. The slight stagnation of death that had previously lingered around him was no longer there.
Ning Changfeng walked over to him and handed him a cup of holy water.
After a while, other players also came over spontaneously.
“What kind of damn instance is this!” After a night of terrifying torment, Jia Chensheng’s curses came out. “What Flower God’s temple, this is a prison!”
Saying this, guided by the aroma of the dried beef, he looked at Ning Su.
Ning Su gave him an “ok” gesture again.
Jia Chensheng: “...”
Don’t just give an “ok,” give him a piece of dried beef to eat.
He stiffly said, “We need to find a way to get out of here quickly.”
While Ning Su nibbled on the spicy and flavorful dried beef, he listened to the players exchanging information.
The usually silent Dai Dong said, “The sacred flowers are growing in our bodies. What will they eventually turn us into?”
Ning Su, still chewing on the flavorful dried beef, looked at him.
The other had been brought into the Flower God’s temple by the people in robes on the day when Jiang Ying’s arm sprouted from the sacred flower. When he was taken away, his spirit was close to collapsing.
At this moment, he looked weak, but the madness in his eyes was gone, replaced by tranquility.
“At first, we didn’t know that the sacred flowers would grow in our bodies,” he said. “After seeing the sacred flowers grow on our bodies, I started to wonder if we could survive after the transplant.”
Ning Su blinked, sensing a touch of despair in him.
Not the real kind of despair, but a spiritual one. He didn’t want to go on living.
Just like Meng Linjia.
Ning Su handed him a piece of dried beef. He took it, but Fang Qi quickly took it away.
He continued, “As the sacred flowers grow larger, will they burst our bodies? Will our bodies become fragmented?”
“Our bodies will also become their nourishment, absorbed and consumed by them, leaving only fragmented pieces.”
Zhu Shuangshuang suddenly said, “They say that Hua Feng’s brother and that sacred flower are like this, right?”
“In reality, that sacred flower was nurtured by Hua Feng’s brother within his body. Eventually, the sacred flower grew and devoured Hua Feng’s brother as its nourishment, leaving only his hand.”
This concept sent shivers down one’s spine.
Originally, the sacred flower was inside the human body, and the human body became fertilizer for the sacred flower. In the active night, the sacred flower would emerge.
The faces of the players all darkened.
“We must find a solution as soon as possible.”
It seemed somewhat out of reach. Who knew if they would still be alive by the time of the Flower Festival?
In the morning, another clan leader brought a group of flower attendants.
Including the newcomers and excluding those who died during the transplantation of the sacred flower, there were currently 12 players in the Flower God’s temple.
