This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 414: The Gods are Dead

Chapter 414: Chapter 414: The Gods are Dead

Xu Jing walked to the bedside and threw back the covers, revealing a civilian lying on the bed, eyes closed, with a gaunt face and bloodless lips.

Chen Ke also pulled back the covers to take a look, uncovering several in succession and finding that these civilians were of all ages, both male and female.

"Look, they’re getting blood transfusions..." Xu Jing pointed out.

Chen Ke dispersed the blood mist and found indeed a metal rack behind each bed in the darkness, with a glass bottle hanging from it filled with dark red blood.

A rubber tube that looked unhygienic was connected to an aluminum hollow syringe, and on the other end, attached directly to the civilians’ heart area, wrapped in a piece of white gauze.

"Is this blood being delivered directly to the heart?" Xu Jing exclaimed in surprise.

"I’m afraid they’re not giving a transfusion..." Chen Ke shook his head, gently untying the gauze on a civilian’s chest, revealing a lump on the skin that protruded out prominently, with the needle stuck in it, extracting blood.

Xu Jing covered her mouth and nose.

"You find this disgusting?" Chen Ke smiled.

He slowly pulled the needle out of the lump, surprised by its length; once fully extracted, it appeared to be seven or eight centimeters long.

"With this length, it’s enough to reach the heart," Xu Jing shook her head.

Once the needle was removed, the civilian took faint breaths, and then all was quiet; without even feeling the pulse, Xu Jing knew the person had died, for in her Spiritual Vision, his body no longer had a blue outline.

"What do you think they’re doing here?" Chen Ke asked.

"They’re definitely not receiving treatment but are being bled," Xu Jing said.

"Why take blood from the heart instead of the veins? And what’s with the swelling on the chest?" Chen Ke was puzzled.

"I can’t guess the motives of the Divine Descent Sect; maybe they have their own reasons. Is the blood mist coming out of them?" Xu Jing questioned.

"No," Chen Ke shook his head, clearing the mist that only he could see, and no new mist was emerging from the bodies of the civilians.

"It must be nearby. Have you found any clues?" Xu Jing asked, relying on Chen Ke to identify since she couldn’t see the mist.

Chen Ke was at a loss, being in the mist without getting lost was an achievement, let alone finding the source of the mist.

Moreover, having inhaled quite a bit of this mist, Chen Ke was uncertain if it was harmful to the body; at least for now, apart from being choking, there were no other symptoms.

With little to go on, the two of them could only search through the rooms by instinct, finding civilians being drained of blood in each one. Judging by the accumulated volume of blood in the glass bottles, it was evident the civilians hadn’t been there for long.

Chen Ke had no idea what they intended to do with all this blood—perhaps collecting various blood types to stock their blood bank, as a medical backup for infusion into some wealthy and powerful patrons?

"Look at the door of this room... it’s much larger than the average," Xu Jing said.

Chen Ke paused and cleared the mist, looking towards the large double doors of the room Xu Jing referred to.

It was a pair of solid wooden double doors, nearly over three meters tall, which one would not typically find indoors, let alone in an underground space.

In Xu Jing’s eyes, Chen Ke’s actions were a bit funny; he was like someone holding an umbrella on a clear day, worried about getting wet.

"The mist is too thick... cough cough... The source is right inside here," Chen Ke coughed violently from the acrid smell of blood, as he saw red mist continuously seeping out from under the door.

Xu Jing pressed against the door, her pupils emitting a circle of blue light, using Spiritual Vision to peer inside.

After a moment, she turned to Chen Ke, shaking her head to indicate there was no one inside.

"Get ready... cough cough cough..." Chen Ke coughed more vigorously, the Sun Mark on his chest began to turn, as if something inside was beckoning to him.

"Are you... all right?" Xu Jing asked.

"Don’t worry about me. Open the door slowly, and if something’s not right, we’ll leave, okay?" Chen Ke also pressed against the door, covering his mouth and nose, with a blue light orb appearing in his right hand—the Soul Gun, ready to fire.

"Just like you said, Chen Ke, let’s open it and have a look," Xu Jing nodded.

Chen Ke gently turned the doorknob, locked as expected.

His palm gradually warmed up, burning through the copper lock on the door with a clank, a sound of something hard falling came from inside.

Xu Jing was startled and took half a step back, pointing her gun at the crack of the door, knowing that it was the inside doorknob that had been burned and fallen to the ground.

The sound was particularly discordant in the quiet environment. The two waited by the door for a while but nothing happened.

Chen Ke gently pushed open the door, and a thick blood mist, like dense dew, condensed so much that Chen Ke even felt his face wet with a thin layer of moisture.

"Chen... Chen Ke, what’s happening to your face?!" Xu Jing’s eyes widened as she stared at Chen Ke.

Chen Ke frowned, sensing that something was amiss. He wiped his face to feel a sticky sensation in his palm and looked down to discover his hands were covered in blood...

"Blood... not my own, it’s due to this mist," Chen Ke said calmly. He noticed that not only his face but also his clothes were bloody after the thick blood mist had surged out from the room.

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you feel any changes happening to any parts of your body?" Xu Jing asked cautiously.

Chen Ke shook his head, feeling only that he was drenched in blood, that was all. Of course, he didn’t tell Xu Jing about the Sun Mark on his chest that was incessantly rotating.

He had Xu Jing take a look inside first; after all, the intense blood mist made it impossible for him to see clearly around him—it was safer to let Xu Jing scout ahead.

Xu Jing pushed open her half of the door, and in Chen Ke’s view, the sticky, dense blood mist flowed out from the widening crack like a tide, even dampening his hair.

The blood water poured down Chen Ke’s neck, seeping into his clothes, sliding deeper along the curves and crevices of his muscles, as if he had bathed in blood.

Xu Jing stepped inside first and let out a gasp of surprise. Chen Ke tensed up, thinking something dangerous had occurred, but he heard no gunshot.

He wiped his face, clearing the blood from his eyes, and asked Xu Jing, "What’s inside?"

"You’d better come and see for yourself," Xu Jing’s voice came from inside, sounding surprised but devoid of other emotions.

Chen Ke walked into the room, parting the thick blood mist before him, and saw a large iron bed about thirty square meters, occupying a third of the room’s space, twenty paces away.

Something huge was piled on the iron bed, covered by a white cloth, with complex tubes extending from the crevices of the cloth and bed.

The two of them looked closer, and the tubes were the rubber hoses used by ordinary people to draw blood; following the tubes to the back, countless tubes were connected to four glass vats, three meters tall and two meters wide, all filled with red blood.

Beneath this white cloth was the source of the blood mist; Chen Ke felt as though he was immersed in a stationary waterfall, his entire body covered in fresh blood.

Xu Jing watched the changes on Chen Ke with eyes full of vigilance and concern. A thick layer of bloody grease coated Chen Ke, his hair dyed raven-red, his face all bloody, drops falling to the floor from the hem of his coat.

"Chen Ke? Are you sure you’re okay?" Xu Jing asked worriedly.

"I’m covered in blood... other than that, I don’t feel anything. I’m very curious about what’s beneath this cloth, and why only I am affected by this blood mist," Chen Ke remarked, reaching to lift the cloth.

Xu Jing abruptly grabbed Chen Ke’s wrist, "You might want to think this through."

"You’ve become cautious, Xu Jing. It was you who insisted on coming down after all," Chen Ke said with a smile.

After a fierce internal struggle, Xu Jing finally released Chen Ke’s wrist.

Chen Ke grabbed the cloth and pulled it, easier than he had anticipated, and the cloth slid off the object underneath.

Obstructed by the blood mist, Chen Ke couldn’t clearly see what it was, just a large black mass before his eyes, but Xu Jing had already gasped and covered her mouth in shock.

On the large iron bed lay an incredibly huge cockroach, and an information box appeared in the corner of Chen Ke’s eye:

[Category: Deity]

[Form: Entity]

[Status: Deceased]