Phone novel Chapter 324 - 319: Script [4]
Chapter 324 - 319: Script [4]
"You’re absolutely right, Sir! Your perception is truly astonishing. To guess it in one go is incredible."
Hu San nodded fawningly, its face full of reverence.
This level of flattery.
After over a month of it, Hu Qi had grown accustomed to it.
He glanced at it and asked.
"Then this initial Dream Eye... is it sentient like you?"
Upon hearing Hu Qi’s question, a human-like look of disdain flashed across Hu San’s foxy face as it shook its head.
"Sir, I am special. Among the nine initial Dream Eyes, while some may possess a sliver of self-awareness, they can’t possibly compare to me!"
At this point.
It paused for a moment, then continued.
"However, most of those fellows are in a similar situation as me. Aside from a few, the rest have all been sealed away by that person..."
Hearing this, Hu Qi fell into deep thought.
’The person Hu San spoke of needed no explanation.’
’It was obviously that Dream Master who called himself ’Tian’.’
’Back then, he had obtained several initial Dream Eyes, including Hu San.’
’It was just that before ’Tian’ died, he seemed to have sensed that his end was near.’
’Most of these initial Dream Eyes, like Hu San, were all sealed away somewhere.’
’And Hu San, being a special Dream Eye with sentience, like a living creature, was the first one he sealed.’
’Therefore, it didn’t know where the other initial Dream Eyes were.’
’As for this Blood Word Script, it wasn’t one of the ones ’Tian’ had acquired.’
’The reason was that this initial Dream Eye was extremely secretive, its true form hidden deep within the Nightmare Gap, making it impossible to control. Only the ’actors’ it selected could enter it.’
"Then how does one become a script actor?" Hu Qi asked, his interest in the Blood Word Script now piqued.
’That Ouyang Shuokong, and even Wei Fan, had likely become its script actors, just as he’d suspected.’
’He even suspected that the reason Ouyang Shuokong was found so gravely injured and near death was likely due to the constraints of the Blood Word Script’s Nightmare Power, which prevented him from passing on information.’
’That’s why he had to resort to such a method.’
But regardless.
’This Blood Word Script is definitely something valuable.’
’Otherwise, Wei Fan, a Reincarnator, would never have gotten involved with it.’
"Well, usually, only script actors chosen by the Blood Word Script can get in..."
Hu San trailed off, then, seeming to notice Hu Qi’s displeased gaze, it hastily changed its tune.
"However, I can use Divination to help you, Sir, find its medium in advance, allowing you to become a script actor."
After saying this and receiving a nod of approval from Hu Qi.
It leaped directly from his shoulder.
It landed lightly on the ground, splashing up a few small water droplets.
It rose onto its hind legs and began to slowly twist its body, its fluffy tail swaying gently with the motion.
With each sway, its forepaws traced rhythmic patterns in the air, sometimes crossing, sometimes extending.
This head-shaking, body-swaying motion, like a shamanistic dance, would have been one thing if performed by a human.
But coming from a fox, it looked unspeakably bizarre.
Although it was raining, people could still be seen walking on the street from time to time.
Strangely, however, whenever these people looked in Hu Qi and the fox’s direction, their eyes only reflected an empty street.
They would even unconsciously walk around the pair as they approached.
Just then.
Hu San, which had been in the middle of its bizarre dance, abruptly froze.
It reached out a paw and swiped at the air.
The next moment, a jet-black, hair-like thread appeared in its paw.
It writhed and squirmed as if it were alive.
Hu San gave it a single glance before tossing it to the ground.
The black thread sank into the ground. Instantly, the waterlogged earth beneath its feet began to emanate faint rings of black light, which spread outward like a black mist.
Finally, the black mist rose from the ground, gathering and intertwining in midair. Gradually, an image began to form within it.
The image showed a slightly run-down bus stop.
The lettering on the sign was faded and chipped, looking even more indistinct against the dim, overcast sky.
The bench on the platform sat crookedly, as if a loose screw had robbed it of its stability.
The scene in the image was set at night.
The night was dark, and a fine drizzle fell unceasingly from the sky.
It silently soaked the ground, forming small puddles.
Raindrops struck the puddles, sending out one ripple after another.
Just then, a pair of headlights suddenly flared to life in the image. A bus slowly approached from the distance, its lights cutting through the oppressive darkness.
And with the appearance of the bus.
The image immediately broke apart and vanished into thin air.
Just before it vanished, the bus’s license plate was faintly visible.
Because of the angle, only the last two numbers were visible: "44."
"Sir, according to the results of my Divination Technique, that bus is the Nightmare medium for the Blood Word Script.
It will appear at midnight at one of the bus stops in this city. Once you get on, you’ll be marked by it and become a script actor."
Hu San explained, standing its ground.
"Good work."
Hu Qi nodded.
But the next second.
Just as Hu San was about to say something, it felt the hemp rope around its neck tighten slightly.