Chapter 213: Heredity
Lu Jinzhao just frowned slightly, then approached Xu Ming’s teammate and asked softly, “What’s going on?”
The teammate glanced at her, hesitated for two or three seconds, considered that they indeed didn’t know what was happening, and although they were on guard, ultimately Lu Jinzhao was human from the same camp as them, so she didn’t hide it.
“We’re not sure either, we just felt something was off about him, so we followed behind him.”
“At first, it felt like he was just wandering aimlessly in the village, but soon, he saw this courtyard with the door open and the villagers in the courtyard.”
“It was like he suddenly received some stimulation and reacted, rushing in fiercely.”
“You saw what happened next.”
They didn’t stop Xu Ming’s actions right away in order to observe.
Just like Lu Jinzhao, seeing this scene at this moment, only frowned slightly and asked about what happened.
If the person speaking wasn’t lying, then why?
Lu Jinzhao couldn’t help but think that Xu Ming’s current situation was clearly off, but this “off” seemed more targeted at the villagers.
He didn’t attack the passenger.
Currently, the only two obviously off were the ones without tablets, so this must be the consequences brought by not having tablets.
Because they were “outsiders”?
This was the only possibility for now.
“Outsiders” staying here for a period of time would suffer some kind of “infection,” this infection would make their body situation strange, lose part of their consciousness, and go mad attacking villagers.
But no attack on the passenger.
The passenger neither mutated nor was attacked, so it could only be an in-between state.
They, the ones with tablets, were neither outsiders nor fully villagers yet.
When the villager under Xu Ming finally breathed his last, the Xu Ming who had gone mad to the point of losing reason finally seemed to regain a bit of consciousness.
His turbid eyes gradually cleared, and when he saw the villager already dead under him and the blood in his hand, his expression showed some surprise, then he slowly released his grip on the scythe, the metal dropping to the ground with a clang, which also drew the gazes of the three conversing at the door back to Xu Ming.
“Did he wake up after killing?”
Lu Jinzhao heard the person beside her say this.
After releasing the scythe, Xu Ming first looked left and right, showed particularly obvious panic upon seeing the three outside the door, then pretended to be calm, casually wiped the bloodstain on his hand on his clothes, but his clothes were also covered in bloodstains, which couldn’t clean it at all; Xu Ming noticed this and his movements stiffened for two seconds, but he immediately put on an nonchalant appearance and walked toward them:
“Why are you here?”
He completely ignored his own strange behavior, planning to strike first.
But obviously, the people outside weren’t buying it.
It was someone from the same city as him who spoke first, asking him: “What are you doing? Why kill someone?”
The one asking was the first-class from the same city as Xu Ming; upon hearing this, his expression darkened slightly, and he feigned some embarrassment as he said: “I don’t remember.”
This wasn’t exactly a lie; he indeed didn’t remember many things, only felt that after waking from the dream, his thoughts had always been chaotic, most of the time his brain foggy; he remembered leaving the courtyard, preparing to do something.
But what to do?
I can’t remember too clearly, I only remember it was something very important.
As for how he got here and why he killed a villager, he truly didn’t know.
“You don’t remember?” First-Class clearly didn’t accept his statement, her gaze fixed straight on Xu Ming, as if warning him that if he didn’t tell the truth, he wouldn’t have a good end.
Xu Ming felt dark hatred in his heart, not understanding why his teammate was so aggressive; he hadn’t done anything major, he had just killed one… one damned villager.
Right, just one damned villager!
To him, since it involved bloodline, why not just slaughter the village and let all those bloodlines die out completely?
Xu Ming thought extreme, then quickly convinced himself.
“That’s right, it should be like that.”
His emotion was off, and he actually said this sentence out loud.
“What did you say?” He heard someone ask.
Xu Ming suddenly woke up, realizing that his earlier thought absolutely could not be said!
He knew why he was so off now.
He had no tablet, hadn’t integrated into the village, he was an outsider, so he couldn’t inherit that so-called sinful bloodline.
The ghost would naturally target him.
But the ghost should have some restriction in the early stage that prevented it from directly killing him, someone whose blood wasn’t polluted, so it could only make him muddled, and his killing of the villager now was actually subconscious self-rescue.
The more Xu Ming thought, the more he felt it was right.
Just kill them all.
But he couldn’t let the people in front of him know; they had tablets, had things from the village, and might integrate into the village to become one of them, so he and them… weren’t in the same camp.
“I mean,” Xu Ming organized his words, trying to make his statement sound more real: “I actually wanted to try if one less person in the village would let me join.”
If this were the real world, someone saying this after killing someone would just be seen as mentally ill, but here it was the platform, so his words weren’t entirely impossible.
Moreover, he was someone without a tablet, with no way out; some extreme actions were understandable, right?
Lu Jinzhao didn’t speak, nor did she agree with Xu Ming’s fabricated reason.
She felt something was wrong.
Xu Ming’s act of killing, that horrific corpse, just to try if one less person in the village would let him join—why make such a cruel move?
It was as if he had some irreconcilable hatred with that corpse.
And Lu Jinzhao could confirm that when she saw Xu Ming in the morning, his consciousness wasn’t particularly clear, and his eyes when killing earlier were even more turbid until the villager was completely dead, when Xu Ming seemed to regain his consciousness.
There must be something important here, related to the truth of this platform.
But now there were too few clues, so Lu Jinzhao couldn’t directly see through it.
But it absolutely wasn’t the reason he claimed; he was hiding something?
His initial “I don’t remember”—what made him change his tune and choose to lie?
“That’s right, it should be like this.” Lu Jinzhao wouldn’t mishear these words.
Xu Ming realized something.
Lu Jinzhao slowly raised her head. One of her fingers hanging casually by her side moved slightly. Then, a black shadow, swift as lightning, darted quickly from her cuff, like a thin black bolt of thunder flashing between her and Xu Ming.
In just a moment, the expression on Xu Ming’s face became stiff. The shadow puppet named [Nemesis] also leaped back onto Lu Jinzhao’s shoulder.
Then, Xu Ming’s eyeballs stiffly turned. He looked straight at Lu Jinzhao, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. He wanted to say something, but before he could, his entire head uncontrollably slid off his neck.
He had his neck severed by [Nemesis] in an instant.
A surprised gaze came from beside her. Lu Jinzhao looked thoughtfully at Xu Ming’s body, separated from his head.
Was [Nemesis]’s choice for killing Xu Ming to remove his head?
