Zhou Su drew open the curtains. The Blood Moon was gone. Though the night outside was still heavy and dark, the suffocating chill had vanished.Streetlights flickered on one by one, illuminating his wide-awake face.Even though it was already late into the night, he didn’t feel tired at all. He began checking the Blood Moon settlement results one line at a time.【You survived successfully — Reward: 100 Points】【You successfully killed the Charred Corpse — Reward: 120 Points】【You successfully killed the Bewitching Ghost — Reward: 380 Points】“Judging by the point rewards… killing a malevolent spirit is far harder than just surviving.”Zhou Su suddenly realized just how powerful the Crimson Book truly was.Without the Stove-King Oil, even killing the charred corpse would’ve been difficult—let alone the Bewitching Ghost.“So this counts as double payout, right?” he thought, satisfied.The Crimson Book let him steal materials from malevolent spirits, and the Blood Moon system awarded points for killing them. It was the perfect profit loop.He eagerly opened the Blood Moon Shop, anticipating surprises—only to freeze.There were only two items.【《Guide to Awakening Dusk Power》 (Purple — Mythical — Incomplete)】【Description: A cultivation method created by a high-dimensional race. Meeting the conditions allows you to awaken Dusk Power. (Not tradable)】【Price: 300 Points (Super Discount)】“Purple. Mythical. Grade. Item.”Zhou Su genuinely thought he was seeing things. He re-checked several times.Item qualities came in six tiers:White → Blue → Green → Red → Purple → GoldPurple-Mythical was nearly the absolute top.Even if it was labeled Incomplete, the value of something like this was beyond comprehension.And it was selling for 300 points. That was… essentially giving it away.He didn’t hesitate at all—he bought it instantly.As for worrying whether it had a trap? That was something you only had the luxury to consider once you were stronger.And anyone could tell—this was a benefit directly handed out by the Blood Moon system.Under normal circumstances, one might not get access to something of this tier in a lifetime.“But now that I think about it… Most people won’t be able to afford it anyway.”Survival gave only 100 points. To reach 300, you would need to kill at least two charred corpses—or a Bewitching Ghost level spirit.For most people, that was impossible.“No matter if it’s priced at 30 or 300—this is essentially a free gift. The price is just a filter.”Zhou Su understood the design immediately.His gaze moved to the second item.Compared to the Purple Mythical Guide, it was much simpler—but extremely practical.【White Tiger Amulet (White — Rare)】【Description: Automatically blocks attacks from malevolent spirits, demons, etc. Has an endurance limit. (Not tradable)】【Price: 60 Points (Limit 3 per person)】He bought all three without hesitation.He still had 600 points total. After buying everything, he had 120 left.His arm suddenly felt warm.He rolled up his sleeve.A faint sigil flickered across his skin three times before disappearing.“So that’s what ‘not tradable’ means.”He finally understood.The Guide to Awakening Dusk Power also did not manifest physically.A dark-purple mote of light drifted out from his Blood Moon imprint and sank directly into his brow before he could react.He could feel the mote there, waiting.But now was not the time to cultivate. He had been tense all night—once the adrenaline faded, exhaustion hit him like a wave.He ate something casually, then collapsed into sleep.He slept deeply, peacefully—no nightmares, no lingering trauma.He didn’t know how much time passed until knocking woke him. It was 2 PM when he checked his phone.“Hold on, coming,” he answered.Now that the Blood Moon was gone, he didn’t need to be overly cautious.It took effort to clear the piled furniture away from the door.When he opened it—two police officers stood outside.Zhou Su paused for a moment—then remained calm.Even with four corpses in the hallway, he wasn’t nervous.Police also couldn’t avoid the Blood Moon rules. They themselves were suffering casualties. There was no manpower for thorough investigations. And corpses were everywhere now.Just as he expected, the police only took a simple statement and hurried away.By the time he finished washing up, the corpses were gone—though the blood stains remained.The once-busy street outside was now silent. Shops closed. People didn’t have the energy or mood for business.One small stir-fry shop he frequented was miraculously still open.He quickened his pace—last night he had barely eaten and he was starving.The boss, usually cheerful and talkative, was completely quiet today—just working wordlessly.The whole city felt this way—suffocating grief and pressure.Zhou Su understood why. Before the Blood Moon faded, it gave a message:【The next Blood Moon Rule will be announced in 3 days. All trial survivors, prepare yourselves.】Only three days.Not even enough time to grieve.The Blood Moon hung like a guillotine blade over every head.Eating stir-fried noodles, Zhou Su began planning.Fuse the Bewitching Ghost Eye. Begin Dusk Power cultivation. Train his body.He had realized during the Bewitching Ghost fight—His body was too weak.When you sat home making horror props every day, fitness naturally suffered.He sped up eating. Time was short. There was too much to do.Just then, a black Maybach glided to a stop outside.In the past, such a car would draw stares. Now, no one cared.Blood Moon did not distinguish rich from poor. All bled the same.He recognized the license plate.The door opened.A girl stepped out—black uniform, long pale legs, delicate features like a character who had walked out of a manga.“Gu Zhiyuan?”He knew her.She was one of his biggest clients—he had made entire batches of haunted-house props for her.“Why didn’t you reply?”Her tone was flat, her gaze emotionless—like her voice might condense into frost.He knew she wasn’t angry. She was simply always like this—expressionless.Gu Zhiyuan was… unusual.She had majored in medicine—not out of compassion, but because she wanted easy access to corpses to dissect.Her family blocked her from becoming a forensic examiner, so she switched to animal taxidermy instead.The number of animals that had “donated their bodies” to her hobby could probably fill a small zoo.The haunted house existed mainly to display her creations.That she survived the Blood Moon wasn’t surprising. If anything—it was expected.In Zhou Su’s opinion, Gu Zhiyuan wasn’t exactly mentally standard.Though he was in no position to judge. At best, they were fellow patients.He checked his phone—it had been on airplane mode.He turned ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ it off—messages poured in. Only two people had messaged him personally:Gu Zhiyuan, and his orphanage childhood friend Chen Zhengkai.Gu Zhiyuan only asked one thing:“Are you still alive?”Without reply, she had driven here in person to check.That level of concern wasn’t something normal friendships offered.They had met in a paranormal exploration group. He was there for creative inspiration. She was there because she was bored.One mishap happened. He helped her a little. She decided it was a life-saving grace and stuck.“Sorry. Phone was in airplane mode.” he apologized.Gu Zhiyuan nodded. No emotion. She simply retrieved a box from her car and handed it to him.He accepted it. He knew she never took back gifts.Inside was a knife.Not a decorative knife.A true blade.He had seen her dissection set—custom forged, top metallurgy. This knife was the same quality.He drew it slightly—cold light flashed.In ancient times, this would be considered a legendary blade.“For self-defense,” she said.“Thank you, Boss Number One. Mighty. Dominant.” Zhou Su accepted without refusal.Blood Moon nights were not only haunted by spirits—humans could be worse.A weapon was necessary.The corner of Gu Zhiyuan’s mouth lifted—so faint it was almost imaginary.She seemed like she wanted to say more, but her phone rang. Her brows tightened slightly.“Stay in contact,” she said, and left.“Of course.”Freshly gifted—in more ways than one—it was only right to be agreeable.As for his other friend, his tone was much more casual.He texted Chen Zhengkai back:“Lucky. Still alive.”Reply came instantly.“Lucky your ass. I’d sooner believe I died than believe you’d fail a trial like this.”“Busy now. I’ll come find you tonight.”Zhou Su knew his friend’s line of work made him swamped right now. He didn’t think much of it.He finished the last bite of noodles. Stood up.Time to get to work.

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