Chapter 161: Human Blood is the Best Drink in the World

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"Uh..." Under the eerie atmosphere, the gangsters’ faces turned ashen, their eyes filled with extreme terror, as if they had witnessed Sadako appearing in the darkness. The arrival of the mysterious figure had left the gangsters dumbfounded. The four of them wore expressions of disbelief. Was this a human or a ghost? Everyone was chilled to the bone, harboring the same thought. "Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..." The footsteps were still light as if feathers landing, but the figure of the mysterious person had gradually become clearer—a head of sharp, crisp short hair, a golden beast mask covering half the face, and a pair of chilling eyes staring at them, as if shooting out bolts of lightning. In his right hand, the masked person held a long knife, its blade slender, five feet in total length, with a twelve-inch hilt and a thirty-eight-inch blade. The blade was only two fingers wide, slender, exactly the legendary Miao Knife. The Miao Knife isn’t just a name derived from the Miao people’s usage. It is actually an Imperial Forest Army Knife, a weapon that blends the characteristics of both a sword and a spear. It can be used as a spear and as a knife, with tremendous power. In the cold moonlight, the slender Miao Knife exuded a frosty sharpness, its fleeting cold glint akin to the Grim Reaper’s gaze. Having seen the mysterious person clearly, the gangsters grew even more terrified. They also understood that the strong aura that made their scalps tingle was what? It was a murderous intent like that of the Hell Asura! What surprised them even more was that the masked mysterious figure was using the extremely long Miao Knife to trim his nails on his left hand, his expression solemn, his demeanor serious, as if he was crafting a sculpture. Moreover, his steps were light, approaching slowly, each step’s rhythm as precise as if measured with a ruler, not a bit off. The key was that the masked mysterious figure was completely engrossed in the art of nail trimming, not even lifting his head to glance. The bizarre atmosphere only made them more tense. "Who are you?" Unable to withstand the pressure, someone couldn’t help but ask. No response, just the light footsteps, the mysterious sound getting closer to them, which also meant that death was drawing nearer. "May I ask, sir, to which faction do you belong? I work with Luo Dapao at the docks. May I know where we have offended you, so you could enlighten us?" They knew they were no match for this mysterious figure, so they directly asked. "You have offended someone you should have not, you all deserve to die!" What was surprising was that the masked mysterious figure spoke, but his voice was exceptionally hoarse, as if coming out of a dead man’s mouth, making one’s skin crawl, scalp tingle, and goosebumps rise. "Run!" Someone shouted, and in an instant, seven or eight gangsters desperately ran back. "Swoosh!" At this moment, the masked mysterious figure slowly lifted his head, two beams of light shooting from his eyes. "Kill!" No sooner had he spoken than the man’s figure had disappeared. The next time he was seen, the masked mysterious figure was already dozens of meters away, appearing as if through instant teleportation, exuding eeriness. And he was already among the gangsters. At the same time, a flash of cold light, like a bolt from the blue, appeared instantly, and the Miao Knife in the hands of the masked mysterious person gently flicked backwards. "Tsk!" A line of blood stretched across the air, behind the masked figure a thug’s eyes bulged as he unwillingly fell, his death extremely brutal. A gash had been opened from his chin to his forehead, splitting his mouth and nose in half, as warm, fresh blood spurted incessantly! "Chop, pick, cut, push, stab, touch, hang!" The movements of the masked figure were so fast they were impossible to catch with the eye. In the blink of an eye, his Miao Knife, like magic, swung out seven times in succession, making a total of eight strikes! He had executed half of the basic techniques of the Miao Knife. The terms ’fast as lightning’ and ’fiercely thunderous’ might just adequately describe him. If one were to observe with the naked eye, the masked figure appeared to have struck only once, but in fact, he had made eight strikes in the blink of an eye! Overwhelmingly strong! The masked figure paused his movements, bent forward with the Miao Knife held behind, his cool and suave pose seeming as if it had been frozen at that moment. "Puff, bang..." The next moment, a variety of strange and nauseating sounds emerged, as seven standing thugs suddenly collapsed to the ground. Moreover, some had their heads, arms, and legs violently severed, as if they had encountered a bomb. The dead thugs on the ground presented a horrifying sight; an ordinary person witnessing this scene might lose their appetite for a month. One’s head was directly chopped off, leaving a scar as big as a bowl at the neck, from where a two-meter high spray of blood burst out, resembling a fountain. Another was dismembered at the limbs, while another was completely ravaged by the force of the blade, their flesh reduced to mush as if it hung on the skeleton, suggesting that a slight push might cause all the flesh to fall off, revealing a perfect human skeletal specimen.Correct content is on NovelFire In an instant, the street had turned into a scene straight out of Asura Hell! The masked figure lifted the Miao Knife, licking the fresh blood on it with his tongue, while murmuring to himself with a bewitching expression, "Human blood is indeed the best drink in the world!" The heat of the early autumn night was so oppressive it frayed the nerves, and Chen Xijun’s brow furrowed deeply in irritation. Sure enough, she soon received a phone call, reporting a horrifying crime in Wanmin Lane, even more brutal than the incident at Tianhua Villa. Even Chen Xijun, with her strong mental fortitude, couldn’t help feeling nauseous upon arriving at the scene. "Captain Chen, it’s too horrifying. Are these even human?" said the policemen, still shaken. This method of killing was indeed unprecedented, and no number of police could handle such brutality. Just a day apart, and such a gruesome incident had occurred, changing Chen Xijun’s expression dramatically. "Captain Chen, do you think it’s the same person as before?" someone asked. Chen Xijun carefully examined the scene, her brow furrowed as if deep in thought. "Boom!"NovelFire Suddenly, a thunderous roar sounded as a formidable Hummer stopped abruptly at the scene. The policemen were just about to intervene, but they halted when they saw who alighted from the vehicle, as it was none other than Fu Shiyin and other members of the Six Fan Sect. Their faces paled immediately upon seeing the scene, more shocking than what had transpired at Tianhua Villa. "Captain Chen, I don’t know how you manage being a captain of the criminal police. With such severe crimes happening two days in a row, perhaps it’s time you removed your cap," remarked Fu Shiyin mockingly, arms crossed and an arrogant look on her face as if she disregarded everyone present. While inspecting the scene, Chen Xijun slowly raised her head and glanced at Fu Shiyin and the others before slowly saying, "Previously, Jiangnan was among the top ten safest cities in the country. However, it seems that ever since certain people arrived, one gruesome crime after another has occurred. Miss Fu, if I heard correctly last night, you should have come to Jiangnan early, right?"

Chapter 161: Human Blood is the Best Drink in the World

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