Chapter 380: Chapter 382: Pushing open the door, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion Chapter 380: Chapter 382: Pushing open the door, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion [Additional garbled text, service restored at 3:50 a.m. If restoration fails, open the directory and long-press the chapter to re-download.]
‘It’s over, has she gone mad?!’ The high-ranking members of the Blood Rose Society couldn’t help but feel a lurch in their hearts; this wasn’t any good news.

“No, no, that’s not right, you’re not Chen Qiu, you’re a monster that has taken over Chen Qiu’s body!!!”

“No need, I feel really good, really good!” Ye Zhen suddenly woke up from her coma, her voice carrying an ethereal tone.

“Chen Qiu?” Upon seeing this door, Ye Zhen recognized at a glance who or what it was.

“Take action, otherwise she’ll make a move on us!” It was unclear who shouted, but everyone present couldn’t care less anymore, especially when they saw Ye Zhen reaching out again, preparing to pluck a heart once more, because no one knew if they would be the next unlucky one.

“Quite normal, except for Chen Qiu, her room is now sealed off, and the body hasn’t been dealt with. President, look…” said an Elder.

“Huff~ such a nuisance.” After extracting, Ye Zhen’s body was riddled with holes, but the faces started to pull at each other, continuously repairing her body.

“President, the door, the door!!!” The face on the arm let out a piercing scream, seemingly reminding her of something.

“The President’s situation seems a bit dire, the Secret Spirit seems to be withering, just like…” The Elder leading in Perception didn’t finish her sentence, but everyone understood what she meant–she probably couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Gone… Such a pity.” As she spoke, Ye Zhen felt around on her body, quickly found what she was looking for, and then dug it out; a mass of flesh and faces, along with a blood-colored rose, was forcibly withdrawn by her.

“Then, let’s just deal with it simply, she poses no threat anymore,” Ye Zhen stated calmly.

“Then let’s take them all, there aren’t many left anyway.” Ye Zhen revealed a sinister smile and once again extended her hand, continuously plucking at the air.

“You arrived just in time, I was just thinking of opening the door to see what exactly is behind you.” Ye Zhen’s originally piercing voice suddenly changed, speaking with a madness-infused murmur.

“Nothing major happened at the base while I was unconscious, right?” Ye Zhen’s hollow gaze swept over the crowd present.

“I know, I know, but we have to pluck these hearts first, otherwise, wouldn’t it all go to waste?” Ye Zhen’s ethereal voice responded to the face on her hand.

“Hearts? So many hearts, I see, so you truly hide inside everyone’s hearts. Do you hide in mine too?” Ye Zhen became increasingly manic, and in her eyes, countless doors emerged from the void, enveloping her layer by layer.

“Eh, why are there so few hearts? Did I pluck them?” Ye Zhen was puzzled, then counted the numerous faces that emerged on her body and finally breathed a sigh of relief: “It was me who plucked them.”

“There might still be a chance, we could…”

Those affected by her gaze felt a chill as if Ye Zhen could slice them into pieces at any moment.

After all, what normal person would do such nonsensical things immediately after waking from a coma?

After all, Ye Zhen’s strength was even greater than theirs; if she lost control, none of them would stand a chance.

However, she soon forgot about this, lightly pushing with her hand, and all her assailants saw a terrifying door appear before them. This door, both illusory and real, existed only in their field of vision, yet did not exist in reality.

Furthermore, in their minds, a plethora of indescribable murmurs conveyed knowledge from some dream, making her unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, or perhaps the boundaries between illusion and reality were gradually blurring on her.

But before the crowd could react, they felt a pain in their chests, as if they had been struck a severe blow, even the strongest Secret Spirit Masters couldn’t bear it, doubled over, clutching their chests, and gasping for air.

They wanted to slip away, but given the current bizarre circumstances, they worried that any sudden move on their part would provoke the maddened Ye Zhen to use that strange heart-plucking technique.

Upon lowering her head for a look, she inexplicably found herself transformed into a door.

Luckily, these two options didn’t make much of a difference for Ye Zhen.

She stood up unsteadily, stretched out her hand to gently push against the void, as if she really did open an invisible door.

Perhaps because the blow was too great, the people exchanged glances, unable to come up with a solution, they could only watch from a distance.

Seeing this, a rare look of confusion crossed Ye Zhen’s vacant expression. She didn’t understand why her subordinates would stop her; this clearly wasn’t a big deal.

But under the dual effects of illusion and whispers, Ye Zhen seemed to see a twisted gate slowly drifting towards her from the distant horizon.

The crowd, unable to dodge in time, crashed directly into the gate. After wandering through the illusion, they turned into desiccated corpses.

With every extraction, a Secret Spirit Master of the Blood Rose Society would fall, then vanish into a desiccated corpse.

Each death added a face to her body, making her appearance very eerie. Each face seemed to have its own thoughts, incessantly chattering with strange words, creating a scene that was quite hair-raising.

She gazed blankly at the sun above and then naturally pushed open one nonexistent door after another.

The others could see that Ye Zhen’s consciousness seemed to be getting blurry, so they didn’t think much of it, assuming she once again couldn’t bear the burden, which caused some panic.

She constantly shifted positions, and as she opened the gates, her sanity was gradually consumed. Now she was left with one thought, to open a gate on someone else’s body, either to take their heart or their life.

Now her thoughts and logic were in great chaos, and she was completely engulfed in Chaos.

If not for the remaining sanity that kept suppressing her, the desires within would have driven her to open these gates. She didn’t know what lay beyond them, but she knew all these gates belonged to her subordinates.

Her injuries healed in an extremely unscientific manner, which Ye Zhen didn’t care about. Instead, she opened a door and leisurely walked through, appearing outside the Blood Rose Society’s base.

She reached through the twisted gate and plucked out a heart, and suddenly an Elder just lost his life with eyes wide open.

In Ye Zhen’s eyes, the entire world seemed so unreal and dull. To the puzzled eyes of the onlookers, it seemed she was sweeping aside something.

It was Chen Qiu, who had long been dead, yet he seemed not to have died completely, but hid in the illusory depths of everyone’s hearts, and gradually condensed into reality after she saw him.

Everyone could sense that her eyes lacked any focus, appearing very hollow, as if the whole world was blurred in her eyes.

In her eyes, all the people present were doors. Yet, what was eerie was that she could still tell who the people were.

Ye Zhen’s voice sounded a bit sharp, catching the higher-ups off guard. They hadn’t expected her condition to be so severe that she was even having hallucinations.

After toying with it for a while, the heart visibly withered away at a rapid pace, and Ye Zhen’s body also mysteriously changed. At some point, the skin on the middle of her left forearm began to wriggle, and before the horrified eyes of the crowd, a face appeared on the middle part of her arm.

In Ye Zhen’s hand, a live heart also appeared.

She found this thing a bit uncomfortable, but the extensive reach of the Blood Rose was somewhat beyond her expectations. Her entire body was covered by it, and the moment she pulled it out, her veins and flesh tore open.

At this point, how could anyone present not realize the seriousness of the situation? They all swallowed nervously.

This face was very familiar to them–it belonged to the Elder who had just had his heart plucked out. When the crowd turned to look, the Elder’s body had also turned into a desiccated corpse, drained completely dry, not a single bodily fluid left.

If she really opened a door, there would definitely be no good outcome, so she had to restrain herself.

As for restraining Ye Zhen, probably no clever little devil would suggest such a thing, as it’s suicidal for the weak to restrain the strong.

When the people saw her gaze, they felt an involuntary chill.