Chapter 62 - 51. Isn’t he a Venerable?

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Chapter 62 of "I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch" begins revealing surprises: Blood Evil Street. The apocalypse had arrived, and amid the face of death and bloodshed, the... Read on to find out!

Blood Evil Street. The apocalypse had arrived, and amid the face of death and bloodshed, the evil of human nature was released to its fullest extent. Screams and mad laughter, growls, and wails filled the air as people unable to escape hell awaited death with terror or indulged in their final moments of pleasure. "Whoosh—" The blade swooshed by, and the head of a man whose eyes had turned red from the Evil Power soared into the air; his headless body sprayed with blood as it slowly knelt to the ground with a thud— "Ah!" A cornered woman with disheveled clothes cried out involuntarily in despair but quickly covered her mouth and shivered all over, looking at the man in the black robe by the window with terror. The man in the black robe, wearing a Heart mask, flicked the blood off his knife neatly, then bent down and placed his wrist in front of the man’s head, where a faint Spiritual Light quietly slipped into his bracelet. "Still not enough, nowhere near enough," Mu Qingtong said indifferently, frowning slightly as she got up and glanced at the blood-soaked street littered with corpses outside the window. "Clang—" A light noise; she turned back to see the woman in the corner accidentally knocking over a lamp as she stealthily got up to pick up a baby. When the woman saw the man in the black robe turning his attention to her, terror completely took over her heart, and without hesitation, she clutched the child and bolted towards the door as fast as she could. But in the next instant, the man in the black robe appeared directly in front of her, the blood-dripping Red Knife blocking her throat. The woman froze, utterly devoid of any hope for life, clutched the bundle in her arms tightly, her lips trembling as she closed her eyes, ready to face death. However, the anticipated decapitation did not occur. Confused, the woman slightly opened her eyes; the man in the black robe, wearing that eerie Heart mask, appeared as if time had stopped for him, motionless. "Cowards draw their knives on the innocent; the weak wield their blades upon the weaker." Mu Qingtong’s ears echoed with the cold sneers of utter disappointment from her junior brother, "Mu Qingtong, I look down on you!" She flickered with indecision, her fine brows furrowing and relaxing intermittently. The woman saw the man in the black robe standing still and stiffened, not daring to move either. Suddenly. "Forget it, one less won’t make a difference." The man in the black robe muttered coldly to himself as he put away his knife and leaped out the window. The woman, with cold sweat on her forehead, leaned against the wall and slowly slid down, muttering after a long while, "Thank... thank you." Mu Qingtong started the killing spree along the street. Those who had lost their reason to the Evil Power exhibited various symptoms; some committed suicide, some went mad and killed, and others bit like zombies. Almost none of the people in these streets were normal anymore. Sёarch* The Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. About ten minutes later, she caught sight of the building of Ping Shan Hospital, but before approaching, she pulled out a transparent glass box from her bosom. Floating inside the box was a multifaceted purple gemstone with a texture and luster that made it look like a Purple Crystal scattered with starlight; then in the next moment, it suddenly disintegrated into swastika-shaped Purple Mist, and two seconds later, it recollected into the purple gemstone. This process repeated continuously. This was one of her trump cards, still in the experimental stage, and using it carried many terrifying unknown risks. She had planned to first collect enough Evil Power souls to expand the sample size, to perfect all the bugs before taking it out, but unfortunately, Xia Feng, the fool, was now of uncertain life or death. "It’s time to take a risk." Three hours ago, she had left Blood Evil Street and retrieved this trump card from the lab before returning to Blood Evil Street, but she didn’t expect the place to have changed so drastically in just a short while. She had intended to collect more Evil Souls, but it was obviously a drop in the bucket. Sighing lightly, she whispered, "Mr. Xia, I hope you’re still alive." With that thought, she flew toward Ping Shan Hospital. * Above the surging Evil Power Cloud Sea, a golden vertical slit appeared out of thin air, abruptly expanding into a tall gate. From within emerged more than ten individuals wrapped in blood-red cloaks, each wearing a bone-white mark on their foreheads shaped like an inverted A. Lord Nine squatted down in his flip-flops, hooking his fingers to slide down his Heart-shaped sunglasses to glance at the land below, and clicked his tongue in amazement, "As expected of the central city of Zone 51, damn it’s big; I like big things." Right then, a figure suddenly burst out from the Sea of Clouds below; everyone turned to look back. ``` "Clown, why are you so slow?" Lord Nine frowned. The clown stood still, helplessly saying, "Lord Nine, there has been a complication." "You didn’t let the intruder escape, did you?" Lan Hu, with his strong physique, curled his lip, his rough tone slightly confrontational. "Let him escape?" The clown glanced at Lan Hu and said with scorn, "What? Why don’t you, Lan Hu, go and try to clash with that Venerable head-on?" Lan Hu’s expression registered slight shock, his gaze doubtful, "Venerable?" With a cold laugh, the clown briefly explained what had happened inside the Calamity Realm. "...and when I followed them out, that Black Spade person and Yan Xujia had already vanished, I figure Yan Xujia is probably dead already." After hearing the clown’s words, Lan Hu found it laughable and snorted coldly, "You say that Black Spade person is a Venerable, but did he demonstrate the power of a Venerable?" "He drank seventy cups of concentrated Evil Wine," the clown replied solemnly. "Pfft~" Lan Hu curled his lip, clicking his tongue, "You’re using that to gauge his strength? What if he pulled some smart trick? I think both you and Mino have been played by him." The clown also let out a cold laugh; he began to find this foolish tiger increasingly idiotic. Tugging at the corner of his mouth, he said, "Mino used his abilities to personally investigate. The man was completely undetectable; besides a Venerable, who else could achieve that?" "Enough! All of you shut up!" Lord Nine barked out in a cold voice. Lan Hu opened his mouth then closed it again. Lord Nine looked towards the clown, "If he really is a Venerable, why was he knocked down by Boss Yu when he first entered the Calamity Realm? And why couldn’t he resist the capture of the realm?" "..." The clown hesitated, wanting to say that the Black Spade person was feigning weakness to lure enemies; he wanted to come inside for fun and thus didn’t resist. But looking at the calm, mocking eyes of his companions around him, he knew that saying more would be pointless. In fact, he was starting to doubt whether he had actually been played by the Black Spade person. "Could it be... not?" He questioned in his heart. "If he truly were a Venerable, he wouldn’t remain indifferent to what’s happening here." Lord Nine chuckled lowly, placing his red-heart sunglasses back on, "Let’s not worry about him for now. It’s about time. Lan Hu, let the Sky Evils start the self-destruction sequence." Saying this, he hooked the corner of his lips playfully, "This city, we, the Divine Evil Association, will take it." * "Did you find him?" Near Ping Shan Hospital, Master Chen and Lei Ya met up. "No, did you?" Lei Ya furrowed her brows. "Neither did I." Master Chen sighed helplessly, "These two kids probably died; it’s bad luck on their part to have run to Blood Evil Street, no one else to blame." Lei Ya fell into silence. Had she just lost a potential sword Dao genius that could have excited her? "It’s just a shame; such a talent as Xia wasn’t able to join my Sunflower Sword Sect, it’s quite regrettable," sighed Master Chen again. "Forget about your Sunflower Sword, look at the sky," Lei Ya said gravely, "We need to find somewhere to hide." In the sky, the massive dark clouds shaped like Evil Beasts began to squeeze against each other, contracting. These were the signs of an impending explosion. If these twenty Sky Evils exploded, the Evil Power would sweep over and cover the entire city from the Blood Evil Street section within seconds. By then, the city would be a paradise for Evil Beasts; at least half of the ordinary people would die during the process of being changed by the Evil Power. "Humming—Humming—" As they compressed, the clouds in the Sky Dome kept on squeezing ever more tightly until they emitted a sharp, enamel-eroding screech. "It’s countdown. Let’s head back to the Evil Protection Cave to take cover." "Mhm," Lei Ya nodded, about to turn, but suddenly, she stopped and looked up at the sky, her expression one of astonishment. "Wait, wait a minute—what is that?!" ```

Chapter 62 - 51. Isn’t he a Venerable?

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