65: Chapter 65 Hundreds of Dead Fish Eyes! Is This a Beauty Pageant or a Morgue?

The old stadium in the northern part of the city.

This behemoth was built in the 1990s.

Because the developer's capital chain broke back then, and combined with its remote location, it had long since become a forgotten ruin.

The exterior walls were mottled, covered in withered ivy that looked like layers of dry, dead skin stuck to the building's surface.

"Screech—"

Lin Bing slammed on the brakes, and the police car stopped one hundred meters away from the gate.

"The road ahead is blocked off."

Lin Bing unbuckled her seatbelt and frowned as she looked at the gate, which was locked tight with iron chains.

As a liaison for the Supernatural Investigation Bureau.

Although she had handled many supernatural files.

The faint, lingering stench of rotting corpses in the air still made her feel instinctively uncomfortable.

"Besides... the magnetic field here is very chaotic, and all my communication equipment has failed."

Lin Bing glanced at her phone, which had no signal, and nervously gripped the service pistol at her waist.

The gun was loaded with cinnabar bullets specifically issued by the Bureau, which were her only line of defense.

"Su Yang, this place... feels very wrong."

"It is wrong; the smell is too strong."

Su Yang pushed the door open and got out, walked to the rusted iron gate, and reached out to flick the iron chain, which was as thick as a wrist.

"Ding—"

A crisp metallic vibration rang out.

Immediately after, the sturdy iron chain crumbled like a crispy biscuit, shattering inch by inch into a pile of debris.

Lin Bing's eyelids twitched at the sight.

Although she had seen it a few times already.

Seeing Su Yang in action still made her gasp.

"Let's go, beautiful Lin, keep close."

Su Yang clapped the dust off his hands and stepped over the barricade.

The two walked one after the other through the dim, damp player tunnel.

The tunnel was deathly silent, with only the echoes of their footsteps.

The oppressive atmosphere made Lin Bing's palms sweat, and her breathing became rapid unconsciously.

She was just a clerical worker responsible for liaison and intelligence.

This kind of frontline combat work was usually handled by the action team.

Just as they were about to exit the tunnel and enter the inner stadium stands.

"Hee hee..."

A woman's giggle rang out abruptly in the empty stadium.

"Who is it?!"

Lin Bing raised her gun sharply, the muzzle trembling as she pointed it forward.

However, when she saw the scene before her, she froze in place, a chill rushing from the soles of her feet straight to her scalp!

The massive oval stands were packed with people.

Hundreds of women wearing pajamas, camisole dresses, and nurse uniforms were sitting there uniformly, like rows of specimens.

They were all facing the center of the field, motionless, without even blinking.

"What... what is this..."

Lin Bing felt her stomach churning; the visual impact was too strong, as if she had accidentally stumbled into some pervert's wax museum.

"Tsk tsk, that face has been shaved down a bit too aggressively; the chin could double as a bottle opener."

Su Yang's voice sounded at the right moment, breaking the deathly silence.

With his hands in his pockets, like a tourist on a sightseeing trip, he gestured at the stands:

"That nose too; the light transmission is pretty good, the silicone used must be quite cheap."

As Su Yang finished speaking.

Swish—!

The hundreds of women who had been staring fixedly at the center suddenly turned their heads ninety degrees in unison.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of bones grinding together converged, making one's teeth ache.

Hundreds of dead fish-like eyes stared fixedly at Su Yang and Lin Bing, who were standing at the tunnel entrance.

"Giggle, giggle..."

Then, a scalp-numbing laughter squeezed out of their throats.

Lin Bing instinctively took a step back and hid behind Su Yang.

"Su... Su Yang, they're looking over here..."

"Don't be afraid, they're just skins without a Soul."

Su Yang smiled faintly, his gaze passing over the stands to look at the center of the field.

A huge, bright red stage was set up there.

The stage wasn't covered in a red carpet, but with pieces of human skin stitched together!

In the center of the stage stood an ancient bronze mirror that was three meters tall.

In front of the mirror stood a figure in a white lab coat, facing away from them.

"Since the guests have arrived, why not turn around and meet them?"

The figure turned around slowly.

When she saw the face clearly, Lin Bing's pupils constricted: "It's you? The receptionist nurse from earlier?"

The little nurse who had looked timid and submissive at the time was now holding a scalpel still dripping with blood, her face filled with an extremely morbid fanaticism.

"Shh—"

The little nurse raised a finger to her lips.

"Don't make a sound."

"The ritual is about to begin."

"This is the moment for the great Painted Skin Madam to descend."

She stroked the ancient bronze mirror behind her with an obsessed look in her eyes, her voice sharp and grating:

"As long as the ritual is completed, all the ugliness in this world will disappear."

"Everyone will be able to become equally beautiful..."

"Beautiful?"

Su Yang curled his lip, "This aesthetic level? I think you picked it up from the trash heap of the King of Hell's palace. Putting hundreds of snake-spirit faces here, who are you trying to scare?"

"Insolent!"

The little nurse's expression changed abruptly; her originally delicate face suddenly twisted, and it seemed as if something was wriggling beneath her skin.

"How dare you desecrate the Madam's aesthetics!"

"Since you're here, don't leave!"

"Sisters! Entertain the guests!!"

Boom!

At her command.

The hundreds of women on the stands stood up abruptly.

They climbed over the seats with stiff movements, surging toward the two from all directions like a tide!

That overwhelming pressure made Lin Bing's face turn pale instantly.

She raised her gun, her finger on the trigger, but she was trembling too much to fire.

"Su Yang... what... what should we do? They're all living people!"

"Living people?"

Su Yang looked at the women who had not a shred of Life Qi in their eyes, his expression turning cold.

"Get behind me."

Su Yang reached out and shielded Lin Bing behind him, a confident curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Looks like it's time to stretch my muscles."