TANH Chapter 33.1: Seminary 09.1

What a word-playing system!

Warning: brief gruesome description of death.

The vines were at an inhumanly icy temperature. They were chilly from inside out. Wen Qing couldn’t help but shiver.

The tip of the vines were long and thin, like a small hook. They hooked his calf, slowly turning, wrapping round and round around Wen Qing’s leg. Just like a snake’s tail entwining its prey, teasing for a while first.

Wen Qing’s face paled. The player in front of him also had his feet bound, then…

Would the next one be him?

Wen Qing was scared by his own imagination and trembled slightly. Perhaps sensing his fear, the vines around his calf slowly eased away and slowly went up his pant legs, rubbing against his skin affectionately.

Wen Qing could distinctly feel the lines on the surface of the vines rubbing and rubbing. There was a leaf rubbing against his ankle. The rough edge of the leaf gently hung over his skin, ticklish and aching.

He didn’t dare to move at all. He could only hug the chalice in his embrace tightly, letting the vines touch it.

In front of him, the High Priest slowly raised his hand. The students who had been screaming feverishly all fell silent for an instant.

The High Priest moved his fingers slightly, and the vines on Qian Gangfeng’s body slowly crawled, ripping his upper body clothes. The vines surrounding his chest scattered and moved to his limbs.

The vine-made hands slowly rose up, arranging Qian Gangfeng in a cross posture.

Qian Gangfeng’s eyes were wide with horror, and his eyes were entirely bloodshot. He struggled crazily, but his limbs and head were tightly bound by vines, and he couldn’t move.

Everyone could only see his rising and falling upper body, as well as his jackrabbiting heart.

The next second, a vine crawled up to his chest, and its sharp point suddenly plunged into his body and slowly descended, making a big gash in the heart area.

Not a single drop of blood fell. The vine was like a skillful surgeon; the wound was clean, and it revealed Qian Gangfeng’s beating red heart to everyone.

“Thump, thump, thump……”

Silk-like, thin vines penetrated into his chest along the wound, dancing in the chest cavity.

One second, two seconds, three seconds……

Soon, a complete heart was peeled off and presented to the eyes of everyone.

 Then the vines slowly covered the surface of the heart, covering layer after layer.

Wen Qing was the only one who didn’t see it.

He had no time to care about Qian Gangfeng. His legs had been tightly bound by vines, and the vines hugged him tightly, as if they wanted to merge together with him and become one.

Wen Qing’s legs were unreasonably weak, and he had to rely entirely on the vines to support him so that he did not kneel down.

“The chalice.”

The ethereal voice of the High Priest suddenly sounded in front of him. Wen Qing raised his head, panicked.

At some point, the High Priest had walked up to him. There was also thing entangled and suspended by vines above his hand.

Wen Qing knew that he should hand the chalice over to the High Priest, but right now, he had no strength in his hands and couldn’t move at all.

Suddenly, the vines that were wrapped around his legs quickly climbed up, passed his waist and dove into his sleeves. They clung to his arms and protruded from the shirt cuffs, hooking to the base of the chalice.

The vines controlled Wen Qing’s hands and brought the chalice to the High Priest.

The High Priest glanced at him. 

Wen Qing’s eyes were red, and he murmured indistinctly.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the slender vines thicken to twice its thickness, holding the chalice firmly,

The High Priest lightly hooked his finger. The green object suspended in the air was dropped into the chalice.

“Da—” Wen Qing felt the chalice shake slightly.

He lowered his gaze and saw the contents of the cup slowly melting into a puddle of red liquid.

Suddenly, sonorous and strong prayers sounded from below the platform.

High Priest: “Raise your hand.”

Wen Qing didn’t move, but the vines dragged his hands up to the High Priest.

Five fingers side by side, palms facing up.

The High Priest lowered his eyes and stared at the blue veins in his palm. His voice was suddenly a little hoarse. “Bleed.”

Before Wen Qing could react, the vines around his wrists crawled to his palms and made a cut.

Blood immediately oozed out, dripping down from the vines into the chalice.

Pain, fear, grievance and other emotions mingled together, and the tears that Wen Qing had restrained for so long instantly fell.

Tears streamed down his face. He pressed his lips together tightly, not daring to cry out.

The liquid in the chalice began to move. They separated, then dissipated.

Not long after, Wen Qing hazily saw a word written in the chalice.

One.

The High Priest lowered his eyes, opened his mouth and said, “The auspicious time, one o’clock.”

Cheers sounded out one after another in the temple. Then, the resonant prayers returned.

Wen Qing blinked away the tears in his eyes, even more panicked.

Choosing the auspicious time had ended.

Wha- what about him?

He didn’t know if his thought were seen, but the High Priest suddenly chuckled. 

Suddenly, Wen Qing’s palm felt cold.

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The tip of a vine broke off, and a green liquid flowed out from it, slowly dripping onto his palm.

The wound on the palm healed in the blink of an eye.

Wen Qing opened his mouth. The familiar temperature suddenly appeared on the tip of his nose.

His eyes widened. He could only see the vine move to his lips and slowly enter.

Wen Qing clenched his teeth. The vine stopped, propped against his teeth, and a faint fragrance of grass and trees dripped into the space between his lips and teeth.

Wen Qing was dazed. His first thought was, can the trauma medicine be taken orally?

The auspicious time had already been fully selected. He shouldn’t still be poisoned to death, right?

While he was thinking, 001’s voice suddenly sounded in his mind:

【 Drinkable unknown fluid. 】

Wen Qing’s eyelids jumped. 【 Wh- what does that mean? 】

001 didn’t explain, directly giving him the information on himself.

【 Player: Wen Qing 】

【 Identity: Human (Can’t lift shoulders, can’t raise hands, average IQ, waste-type ordinary human being. 】

【 Age: 20 years old (human age of adulthood) 】

【 World visa: one second (can only stay in the World for one second, please be sure to clear this instance.) 】

【 Skill: ? ? Cry ? ? (The consequences of using this skill are unknown.) 】

【 Buff: Guide (all inhuman beings will have a good impression of you. Those with * want to * you, those without * also want to * you.) 】

【 Time-limited buff: Unknown fluid buff (full of vitality, sharp-eyed and clear-headed, and able to work hard in bed for 300 rounds.)】

Seeing that there was an extra time-limited buff in the information on himself, Wen Qing sighed in relief. Fortunately, it was a good edible thing.

The High Priest crooked his fingers, and the vines on Wen Qing’s body withdrew simultaneously.

The High Priest softly said, “Rejoin your line.”

With weak feet, Wen Qing slowly walked down the high platform. He turned his head to look at the vine-made hands on the high platform.

Qian Gangfeng laid on the hand. His eyes were closed serenely, and he was smiling, smiling like the photograph in the yearbook, making people scared.

Wen Qing didn’t dare to look more. He hurriedly withdrew his sight and returned to the player line with nonchalant steps.

When he came to Bai Tong’s side, he couldn’t hold on any longer and almost fell to his knees. Fortunately, Bai Tong held him up.

Bai Tong lowered his gaze to look at his palm. He asked in a low voice, “They only wanted your blood?”

Wen Qing responded, nodded and said, “And also made me drink…”

He paused, then spoke the truth, “An unknown fluid.”

Bai Tong was a little stunned.

Wen Qing pressed his voice down and said, “It’s a time-limited buff. It says it can make me sharp-eyed and clear-headed.”

Bai Tong lowered his eyes, and his gaze swept over Wen Qing’s wrists and ankles.

He saw very clearly earlier that the vines were entangled on Wen Qing’s body.

Bai Tong’s gaze paused, falling on Wen Qing’s ankle, where there was a faint red mark.

It was obviously from the friction of the vines.

Bai Tong’s face darkened.

Wen Qing wanted to say something else, when a sound came from the high platform.

He raised his eyes, only to see the vine-made hands on the high platform slowly close together, holding Qian Gangfeng in their palms. The vines slowly moved to the back of the high platform and quickly disappeared inside the temple.

Wen Qing quietly asked, “That player…”

Bai Tong pursed his lips and said, “His heart is the offering.”

Wen Qing was stunned. Gradually, he realised that the green thing that has been placed into the chalice just now was Qian Gangfeng’s heart.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something else, when Teacher Chen suddenly walked to the middle of the line, his gaze sweeping over.

Wen Qing hurriedly looked down. His lips pressed together as he silently prayed together with the other students.

“Thank God, I will tell the heavens about Your honour.”

“Your breath, it takes away all of my sins.”

“It is You who lets me feel the highest elations and joys, and it is You who bestows upon me the ability of sex and love.”

…………

The sun shone through the cream coloured windows, casting mottled and colourful light and shadow on the huge white idol.

Wen Qing was dazzled by the light. Vaguely, he seemed to see the hand of the idol glowing with a faint warm lustre, like human skin, like it was about to come alive.