Powder?
How to do it?
I still have so many questions for you!!
Lin Yuan’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
Camille had left without finishing her words, her expression grim. She was probably afraid of being discovered, and saying this much to Lin Yuan was already enough.
At least he had confirmed that Lin Junhui was in the church and there was no need to take a detour.
There was no other way; he could only experiment himself.
Simply smearing the stone powder on wouldn't work. He needed something to carry it, like water.
This was the cafeteria, so finding water should be simple…
This thought vanished completely as Lin Yuan lit the candle in the kitchen.
Now he understood why Camille had said the scene in the kitchen was unbearable for any normal person.
Apart from bread and potatoes, there wasn't a single normal food item in the kitchen.
The cutting board was covered in bloody, uncleaned internal organs. The head chef probably thought that even if it sat out for a day or two, it wouldn’t spoil in this weather.
A large area of the kitchen was lined with hooks, and hanging from them were disemboweled, still-bleeding…
Humans.
Even after seeing so many horrific and disgusting scenes, Lin Yuan still felt intensely uncomfortable with what he saw.
This wasn't a cafeteria; it was a vivid recreation of the eighteenth level of hell. Satan's domain wasn't even this terrifying.
Every step taken in this place was a severe test of one's psyche.
He finally reached the water source. Turning the faucet, Lin Yuan filled his cup for a while before feeling something was off.
He quickly moved the cup to the candlelight to examine it.
This wasn't water; it was blood!
And it smelled faintly of alcohol.
Lin Yuan suppressed the urge to throw the contents of the cup away.
Damn it, I hope I don’t run into the “Lady” from Resident Evil 8 later!!!
Indeed, reality was always more surreal than games.
In the game, blood was just treated as wine, served neat. But in reality, they were already brewing it!
Perhaps the chef’s skills were lacking, but this blood wine had a strong alcoholic aroma, devoid of any of the fragrance of fermented substances. Combined with the inherent bloody smell of the blood, it was simply disgusting.
He didn't know where the pipes for the kitchen faucets led, but all that came out was this inferior "blood wine," or more simply put, a mixture of blood and alcohol.
He couldn't even find a toilet. Had these monsters also dispensed with the function of excretion?
He couldn't dwell on it any further, fearing he would go mad. The pressure of this place was already immense, and thinking of strange things might truly push him to the brink.
With insufficient materials, Lin Yuan had to make do with what he had.
Fortunately, the kitchen did have a small mortar for grinding spices. Lin Yuan grabbed a spare one, blew out the candle, and moved away from the kitchen.
It was only in the duty room that Lin Yuan felt a little better and began his experiment.
He took out five of the arrows from his body and ground the arrowheads into powder. This was no easy task, as the meteorite was very hard and tough.
After grinding for a few minutes, the meteorite was fine, but the stone mortar developed a problem.
Mongi had told him that he used an anvil, a special kind of steel used as a base for blacksmithing, to craft the items Lin Yuan wanted.
But now, he had no anvil and no special steel.
After more than ten minutes, the small arrowhead showed no reaction. Lin Yuan had also tried hitting meteorite with meteorite, but the results were minimal.
"Damn it! This is so annoying!"
Frustrated, Lin Yuan threw the arrowhead onto the ground with a bang. The arrowhead bounced and happened to fall into the cup filled with "blood wine."
If this had happened before the apocalypse, it would have gotten thousands of likes if made into a video for a short-form platform.
Now, it was just an ordinary coincidence.
But Lin Yuan noticed something strange in the cup. The meteorite arrowhead that had fallen into the "blood wine" was rapidly changing.
The "blood" in the "blood wine" was dissolving quickly and combining with the meteorite, eventually breaking it down into fine particles, almost like powder.
The originally black and brown meteorite had turned a dark red, settling at the bottom of the alcohol like a pigment insoluble in water.
This change completely confused Lin Yuan, because it didn't make sense. If meteorite could be decomposed by contact with blood, then the stone knife in Lin Yuan's hand would have turned to dust long ago.
Unless, this red stuff wasn't blood.
To verify his idea, Lin Yuan, enduring the psychological and physiological discomfort, went back to get another cup.
He observed it carefully under the candlelight.
He wouldn't have known if he hadn't looked, but upon seeing it, he nearly jumped out of his skin. This wasn't blood at all; it was actually countless red worms, smaller than a strand of hair, writhing!
Damn it, it was fortunate he hadn't been foolish enough to taste it, or he wouldn't have known how he died.
Carefully, he dropped another arrowhead into it. This time, he looked closely. The worms sensed the meteorite and burst open, their red tissue fluid reacting with the meteorite.
Now that he understood the principle, Lin Yuan stopped wasting time and got two more cups of "blood wine."
Oh no, they should be called "blood worm wine" now.
He only had 150 bullets on him. Coating the bullet heads wouldn't use much.
Moreover, after pouring off the mixture of alcohol and water on the surface, these meteorite products, now transformed into "pigment," adhered extremely easily to metal objects.
He just needed to roll the bullet heads in it, and the "pigment" would stick. After drying, it would form a thin layer, like ordinary soft shell.
In ten minutes, Lin Yuan had "enchanted" all 150 bullets on his person. His Nepalese army knife and dagger were not left out.
Now his weapons and equipment were complete. The stone knife and short spear, along with the arrows, were for "small monsters," while the "enchanted" weapons were for bosses.
It really felt like playing a game.
Alas, he only had one life. Once it was used up, he would go underground to chat and catch up with his old friends over tea.
After packing his equipment, Lin Yuan replaced a filter cartridge, preparing to head to the church.
Camille's map clearly indicated that to get to the church, one had to pass through the monastery, where a very terrifying monster resided. Furthermore, after passing the monastery, one still had to go through the viewing lake to reach the path leading up the mountain.
"The road is long and arduous."
The heavy snow had stopped, and the snow in the manor was melting rapidly. Wearing a greyish-white disguise wouldn't be as effective anymore.
The kitchen had charcoal, so he crushed a few pieces and smeared them on himself, instantly turning his body black and grey.
This color was relatively inconspicuous in the gloomy manor.
At least it wasn't as conspicuous.
Sticking to the bushes by the small path, avoiding any small flowers, Lin Yuan moved through the overly manicured roads like a ghost.
Suddenly, a barely visible marking at the base of a tree root along the path caught his attention. It was a symbol that looked like an uppercase 'n' and 'v' overlapped.
"nv? Navis? Did Camille leave this?!"
The tip of the 'v' pointed to the ground, where there was a rat hole. A piece of paper was placed at the entrance.
"P.S.: When daylight comes, you will have no more chances, unless God himself helps you."
Why would she say that? Would something happen during the day?
Although he didn't understand the exact meaning, Lin Yuan, no matter how slow-witted, could grasp one implication of her words.
You have two hours left.
Hurry!