Wei Haonan ate something he shouldn't have eaten. Perhaps his ability is enough to kill germs, toxins, and even harmful substances such as radiation, but he is probably not perfect enough to deal with everything. And the most likely thing is...he ate the red ice beads.
I don't know if it was an accident or if he did it on his own initiative. Fortunately, this did not pose a threat to Lu Ning. She hid her figure directly. Wei Haonan was immediately stunned. There were two doors in the kitchen. Even if he blocked the door, he could not block Lu Ning. Blocked in the kitchen.
"Miss Lu Ning! Where are you going? This is our opportunity. It is because of our good relationship that I am willing to share it with you! You know what it is like outside now! If there are no protective measures, we may all be like those dead guests ! You must not want to, right?"
"What don't you want?"
Meng Juan's voice came from outside. Wei Haonan turned his head sharply, the expression on his face distorted.
【He learned of your sin and sent down fire to burn it away. 】
In an instant, a huge light appeared on Wei Haonan's body, and the flames penetrated his body, burning him with holes. Wei Haonan howled and threw out the boning knife in his hand, but the knife was in the flames. was shattered.
The whole process took only a few seconds, and Wei Haonan turned into a burnt corpse.
"Are you okay? We found a big noise here, so I came over to take a look." Meng Juan came to the door and said.
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"...You just killed him?"
"Huh? He is very dangerous. I usually don't have any extra sympathy at times like this." Meng Juan smiled.
Lu Ning looked at him: "That's not the problem."
Wei Haonan was not a fool. He was normal in the morning and provided meals for the dance. How could he just eat those red ice beads? Most likely someone poisoned it intentionally. Wei Haonan usually tastes Wei Haonan's broth himself first. It is probably a personal habit to cook it every day, and as long as it is put into that pot, he will definitely be tricked. He can do it if he knows Wei Haonan a little bit. Of course, normal poison couldn't hurt him at all, which also made him less vigilant.
Now that he is crazy, some truth may be revealed in his crazy words, and he has not mutated into a strong aggressive character, so it is not difficult to control him. But Meng Juan directly chose to kill... This could not but make Lu Ning suspicious, but she had no evidence.
"It's nothing. Let's go back and talk about the situation here. We probably have to prepare dinner today. The food prepared by Mr. Wei is probably contaminated to some extent."
"Yeah, this is a headache. If it wasn't required by the process, we wouldn't have to eat it," Meng Juan said.
When the bad news was passed back to the hall, everyone surprisingly had no reaction. Even a good old man like Professor Xu could only say "Really? Another person died." Most people didn't even bother to ask.
People have begun to shift from panic to numbness.
"Didn't Miss Yan and Mr. Zhou come back?" Lu Ning took a look.
"No, but there weren't any weird noises coming from over there. I only went over if Wei Haonan's voice was too loud," Meng Juan explained.
"Have you figured out any method for the couple to go out?" Lu Ning asked him again.
"I probably have an idea. Tang Ling and I have researched a concept, but the extent to which it can resist external infections has not yet been verified. Later, Tang Ling and I will test the reliability. We must be able to do it before evening Let everyone be covered with a layer of conceptual protection." Meng Juan said with a smile.
"Thank you for your hard work," Professor Xu said.
"Nowhere, now everyone is just brainstorming, and those who have the ability will contribute."
Meng Juan obviously won the favor of many people, and Lu Ning didn't even know when he did it.
About ten minutes later, Mr. Zhou and Miss Yan came over from the servants' room with five servants. Ye Yunmei's arms were still unable to be used properly and were hanging by her side, but Qu Langyue could walk normally without any problems.
After learning the bad news about Wei Haonan, several servants were silent for a long time. Finally, Feng Yuanxi took Tian Xiao to clean up the bodies in the kitchen, leaving three servants here waiting for the guests' orders.
Meng Juan took Tang Ling to the back door to test his abilities. The time gradually approaches three o'clock. At this point in time, everyone has to recommend someone to perform a poetry recitation. The poems are already prepared, but the selection becomes a problem again. With the precedent of He Shanyong, who would dare to take on such a task now? Who knows if it will end in the same way?
Finally, Miss Yan stood up: "Since I chose from your man last time, this time it's me who will do the poetry recitation."
Lu Ning saw several people showing expressions of relief. Miss Yan is similar to Mr. Zhou. They are not approachable people, but they have a strong sense of responsibility. Maybe she can't stand such an atmosphere.
As three o'clock approached, Feng Yuanxi went to the back door to consult Meng Juan and Tang Ling for their opinions, then returned to the living room and announced that the choice was valid. The candidate for the poetry recitation this time was Miss Yan. Miss Yan walked to a small table that had been prepared, picked up the poem from the table that was wrapped in an envelope unique to the owner, pulled out the pages, and cleared her throat.
[At the junction of the sky and the sky, between the sea of stars and the sea of stars, I glimpsed the existence above the torrent of time, and listened to the rhythm above the dimensions and gravity. 】
Miss Yan deliberately did not mix any emotion in her voice, and just recited the words on the paper dryly. And everyone looked nervously at Miss Yan's condition. No one dared to leave the house when He Shanyong was there, but if something happened to Miss Yan, they would have time to save her.
[The purple irises that expanded from the inside out reflected my blank and ignorant face. I didn’t know how to respond to such existing expectations, so I had to pray with fear and fear - begging for information...]
The light seemed to dim a bit.
Lu Ning and several people with keen senses immediately noticed the changes in the surrounding environment. She turned her head and glanced outside. The sky, which had obviously stopped snowing, began to become gloomy again, but this time the gloominess was very different from usual, because it was not that dark clouds gathered, but that the sky began to "disperse", as if The falsehood that obscured people's heads disappeared, and the true face of the entire universe began to appear within people's field of vision.
The poem continued, but Lu Ning was completely attracted by the scene outside the window.
In the dark space of the universe, the stars and the matter between the stars that humans cannot observe but exist are beginning to show their true appearance at this moment. They are not actually far away, they are everywhere. If the stars were nerve cells, then the spaces between them would be filled with synapses that connect them. Lu Ning could even see the signals transmitted in it... It was as if... the universe was alive. It used a very slow way to maintain the connection between every cell in the body with difficulty.
At this time, a sharp pain came from his head. Lu Ning shook her head vigorously, covered her temples and stood up. In an instant, the dim light and the nature of the universe... all disappeared from sight. She knew that this was the activation of the final defense measure of [Requiem]. When the spirit was fatally attacked, [Requiem] could provide a forced cleansing and sober defense reflex mechanism. Although it would have a certain impact on the spirit, Much better than irreversible consequences.
Except for Lu Ning and the two people who were not present, everyone in the room closed their eyes tightly and read the poem slowly along with Miss Yan's emotionless voice.
Fifteen minutes have passed long ago. Lu Ning quickly rushed over and snatched the paper from Miss Yan's hand. She found a lighter on the table and lit the note. A smell with a strong rancid smell and the smell of roasted meat emanated from the piece of paper. As the paper turned into ashes, people opened their eyes together.
"Ah...ho..."
The short-haired white-collar worker suddenly held his neck and began to vomit. Then, as if it was an infection, everyone began to vomit. For a moment, the entire hall was filled with a sour smell. Lu Ning pinched her nose and took a few steps back. After everyone had vomited, she could only retching and said, "If you are still awake, say something."
"Huh...still...still alive..." Miss Yan said with difficulty.
"I didn't expect that it would be a danger to everyone." Mr. Zhou was also frightened, "It's impossible to guard against it."
Michael stuck out his tongue and leaned back against the sofa, gasping: "This is really terrifying, just a little bit I'm going to be addicted to that place."
"I can't tell the truth from the false now..." Qi Leyin said fearfully, "Is the world we live in really like that? Are we just some bacteria in the universe that don't even have 'sight'?"
"Miss Lu Ning saved us just now. Thank you very much." Feng Yuanxi said solemnly, "If we are not careful, I am afraid that all of us will be captured by this poem."
"It's okay. I don't know why I woke up from the nightmare. By the way, I don't know if Meng Juan is okay over there. I'll go over and have a look. This hall... has to be cleaned." Lu Ning quickly found an excuse to escape. gone.
She rubbed her temples. The mental trauma caused by the forced sobriety measures would probably be accompanied by a scene. Fortunately, unlike soul pollution, it could be repaired by returning to the distribution center. When she arrived at the back door, she saw Meng Juan and Tang Ling squatting at the door, conducting experiments, and the material was the small hands that He Shanyong had split off before.
"Are you two okay?"
"What? Is there something wrong with the poetry recitation?" Meng Juan asked.
"We almost fell into a group nightmare. It seems that we can avoid this problem by not listening, but in that case it may be difficult to save the reciter. What is the status of your research?" Lu Ning looked at it. Tang Ling was reading Those little hands turned into little mice. Many of the little mice died outside. The body also had some structures between mice and hands.
"Someone has succeeded." Meng Juan pointed to a dead mouse at his feet, "I have constructed a concept. Under this concept, the mouse has not been restored...that is, it has changed back to the shape of a hand. So. This concept can perfectly resist the erosion of the external environment. But when I wanted to check the external situation just now, I got some bad news. It seems that the network communication has been interrupted. This time it is not our problem, but the external problem. .”
"Obviously, if communications are not cut off, no matter what kind of doomsday human beings are, they can organize effective resistance, and order will not be completely lost within a few days." Tang Ling said with some boredom, "When the army can only use When the loudspeaker is shouting, the efficiency is slowed down like a paralyzed patient trying to resist someone beating him."
Magical metaphor.
"I can announce the good news to everyone. After the poem recitation just now, the situation in the hall was not very good." Lu Ning said.
"I was about to go talk." Meng Juan clapped his hands and stood up.
The two of them took a step first, while Lu Ning fell a little behind and glanced at the dead rats on the ground. Although Tang Ling could change flesh and blood at will, he could not give them new life at all.
The news brought by Meng Juan finally cheered people up a bit. Unfortunately, it was only the effect of superpowers and could not be widely used. Otherwise, it would be no less effective for humans than having developed a countermeasure.
As for the dinner at five o'clock, with everyone's unanimous opinion, they took out some ready-to-eat food from the food storage room and gathered in the hall to eat together. At the same time, they also needed to reserve some food and water before leaving the Hongmei Pavilion. No one knows what the outside world will become after leaving here. But now everyone's mood has improved, and they can say a few words to make the atmosphere less dull. Only Mr. Zhou has been studying those bugs and did not participate in the discussion at all.
At nine o'clock, it was already dark outside. The servants in the house lit up all the lights and the record player started playing music again. There were still two hours left before we could successfully escape from this weird mansion. Even Lu Ning felt a little more hopeful.
"Everyone, please dance together. This time, including the servants, you have to dance for a full thirty minutes. Whether you dance alone or find a partner, please feel free to do so." Feng Yuanxi bowed lightly, and then stepped onto the dance floor.
Lu Ning can't dance, but she can do it just by stretching her body to the music. Tian Xiao carefully chose the same music as at noon to prevent something like poetry recitation from happening again. Professor Xu also came over and chatted with her about some details that had happened during the poetry recitation. The two discussed in a low voice while dancing at a brisk pace.
After a topic ended, Lu Ning accidentally looked up and found that probably because of fear, people also jumped up in groups, although many of them were just like hers, but the two people were moving in the same direction.
"My friend, if everything wasn't unknown now, I would still like you to come to my place for further training. Of course, as a person with super powers, you may not like some things..." Professor Xu sighed.
"...Professor, do you still remember how many people have died so far?"
"I remember... if you include the missing ones and Xiaoyou Han, there were two servants and six guests." Professor Xu recalled, "Although I am old, my memory has not deteriorated."
"Seven servants and sixteen guests, eight died, the remaining number is...fifteen."
