Chapter 246: Chapter 245: This Photo Alone Can Cause Harm?

"They’re making a move! They’re making a move! The Great Xia Empire’s side is finally doing something."

"Why does this live stream look so familiar? Where have I seen this before?"

"Wasn’t it on that island in the White-Red Empire?

That day, tons of photos also fell from the sky, and then a strange Evil Spirit appeared.

If I remember correctly, it was later discovered that Chu He was the one who led that strange Evil Spirit there. Its codename is the Shy One.

As long as you see its face, you get locked onto by the Shy One. No matter where it is, even on the other side of Blue Star, it can appear in an instant and annihilate the person who saw its face."

"You even know about that? This stream’s chat is full of hidden experts."

"I have my own sources. But the commotion Chu He is trying to cause this time is probably more shocking than the White Elephant Empire could ever imagine."

"Could it be that the Great Xia Empire is ready to completely drop all pretenses with the White Elephant Empire?"

The viewers in the stream watched the live feed, and some were already recalling the previous live stream from the White-Red Empire.

"Go pick up one of the things they’re dropping! Show the viewers what the Great Xia Empire is up to. Can this stuff they’re scattering really pose a threat to the White Elephant Empire?"

A reporter on one stream suddenly spoke up, starting to direct the staff around him.

Instantly, the stream’s chat was flooded with question marks.

"Is this reporter an idiot? How can he not know about this kind of situation and still call himself a damn reporter?"

"I’m out, I’m out. I didn’t expect watching a live stream could be fatal. I’m going to a more normal stream."

"I’m leaving too. I don’t want to see the face in the photo and trigger the rule."

The many viewers in the stream were thoroughly spooked, scrambling to close the window and switch to a normal stream.

Some reporters knew about the Shy One, while others did not.

’It’s fine as long as I switch to a stream that understands the Shy One’s rules.’

The staff member nodded and was just about to go pick up a fallen photo,

when another staff member grabbed him. "You can’t pick that up! If you do, we’re all dead!"

The staff member’s tone was filled with panic.

The reporter who had just ordered someone to pick up the photo immediately lost face and asked, "Why?"

"A slender, bizarre Evil Spirit appeared in the White-Red Empire back then. That Evil Spirit was extremely brutal and killed nonstop.

Just that one Evil Spirit nearly destroyed half of the White-Red Empire’s island city.

And that Evil Spirit’s name is the Shy One.

The Shy One has a rule: you can’t see its face.

Once you see its face, you trigger its kill rule. No matter where you are, the Evil Spirit will find you and kill you. Only then is the rule fulfilled.

To be honest, calling it a rule... it’s more like a Curse."

The staff member who stopped the other one patiently explained, "And the reason the Shy One appeared in the White-Red Empire’s island city was that Chu He also scattered a bunch of these photos that day,

which made a lot of curious island residents pick them up to see what was going on, and they ended up triggering the rule.

The death toll that day was impossible to calculate, because the Shy One smashed many people’s bodies into mincemeat, making them impossible to piece back together.

When there’s a pile of rotten flesh lying there, you can’t tell if it’s from one person, two people, or even ten."

This staff member’s explanation terrified the reporter and the staff member who had been about to pick up the photo.

Just a few sentences were enough for them to conjure an incredibly tragic and bloody scene in their minds.

"I’m afraid that as soon as someone picks up one of those photos, the rule will be triggered. It won’t be long before the Shy One appears here and begins its slaughter.

So, if that Evil Spirit shows up, none of us can look at its face. Otherwise, none of us will make it out alive."

The person who knew the truth gave another solemn warning.

"U-Understood." The reporter’s teeth were chattering, and he could barely speak.

However, not all of the live stream teams were aware of the Shy One.

One reporter, who was closer to the front, saw a photo fall about a hundred meters away. Driven by curiosity, he held his streaming device in one hand and ran toward it.

The viewers in his stream already knew the truth,

because the barrage of comments was explaining the Shy One’s rules and its guaranteed-kill situation.

So, when they saw what the reporter was doing, and after their endless stream of warnings went unnoticed, they all started leaving the stream.

But the reporter, busy running to get the photo, didn’t notice the sharp drop in his stream’s popularity at all.

After picking up the photo, he found it showed an extremely bizarre "person."

Its eyes were hollow and sunken, pitch-black within. Even in the photo, it was impossible to tell what was inside those empty sockets, or if they were truly empty.

The slender figure’s mouth was wide open, and it felt as if those hollow, black eyes were staring right at him.

The reporter let out a scoffing laugh. "Viewers, did you see that? This is the kind of photo the Great Xia Empire’s helicopters are dropping.

Could a photo like this really harm the people within the White Elephant Empire’s borders? That’s obviously impossi—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the reporter felt the surrounding temperature drop at an unbelievable rate, and waves of cold air burrowed into his body.

This strange phenomenon caught the reporter’s attention, and his unfinished words came to an abrupt halt.

The reporter sensed something cold and sinister approaching from behind at an incredible speed.

He subconsciously turned to look back, but his head had only turned ninety degrees, not yet giving him a clear view of what was behind him,

when his entire body was sent flying as if hit by a high-speed train. The world spun,

the scenery around him a blur, before he crashed down hard.

The reporter’s head was facing down. He found himself hanging from a tree trunk.

He didn’t understand why he didn’t slide down after hitting the tree trunk,

and then blood began to shower down like a small fountain, followed by sections of intestines dangling in the air.

The reporter was dazed and confused. He gradually lost his strength, and his hand fell limp. The streaming device he was holding dropped heavily to the ground.

The streaming device tumbled a few times,

and the camera happened to land on a shot of the reporter’s miserable state: impaled through the body by a tree branch, hanging from the trunk.

His intestines and other organs were spilling out from the torn wound.

The few bold viewers who remained in the stream also hadn’t seen how the reporter was killed.

They hadn’t dared to look directly at the feed, listening to the audio instead.

A moment ago, they only heard a loud BANG from the stream, and then the reporter was dead.

...

「The great and majestic Divine Hall of the White Elephant Empire.」

Sunlight poured down from ten thousand meters high, bathing the entire Divine Hall in a golden, shimmering light, making it look incomparably glorious and magnificent.

At this moment,

the place was packed with a sea of people, their heads bobbing. Countless citizens had their hands clasped together, praying piously.