139 Chaos

All that could be heard was a clanging sound, but it couldn't penetrate even an inch. His eyes were filled with disbelief, and he thought with terror, "This is a real gold-plated treasure sword, imbued with the aura of incense, capable of harming even the soul. An ordinary little ghost would be obliterated with a single strike!"

The second young master of the Chai family also felt a strange chill. "How could you possibly see us? Are you a human or a ghost?"

Then, in a sharp and urgent voice, he threatened, "Release us immediately! This City God Temple belongs to my ancestors. If you dare harm us, the City God will certainly not let you off."

He Chen got the information he wanted. 'So that's how it is. It seems Wanzhou truly belongs to your Chai family. No wonder the world can be jointly governed; now I understand.'

He spoke these words aloud, a sigh escaping his lips, "Class distinctions have never disappeared; they've always been a fierce struggle." A fleeting realization dawned on him, quickly followed by a sense of relief. "I've been here, I've tried. I'll change as much as I can. The world is vast; how can everything go as planned? Just hold fast to your own beliefs."

The Thunderfire Technique activated, and the raging flames ignored the two's pleas, resentment, threats, and eventual fear. The thunderfire burned away the ghosts, and it also instantly burned away the distracting thoughts in He Chen's mind.

With a wave of his hand, a gentle breeze swept through the air, making it fresh and clean. He paid no heed to the corpses and limbs scattered everywhere—on the ground, in the attic, on the table. It didn't matter anymore.

He piled up the roast chicken, roast duck, roast fish, roast lamb chops, and a plate of braised shrimp, and began to devour them. His mouth was greasy, and he ate with great relish. He was in a good mood; indeed, a full stomach gives you the energy to kill later! He wouldn't stop until he'd drawn blood!

The other men who escaped were pale and drunk, and at that moment they wished they had extra legs to run away.

After running for a while, someone suddenly said, "This person has a pockmarked face with strange flesh growing out of it." They grumbled, "I finally got Old Li to treat me, and I just got to hold her hand, I hadn't even warmed it yet. This damned jinx! He ruined everything. I went through so much trouble to get here, this is truly a curse!"

The other man was tall and had a pale, almost bloodless face, suggesting he had also indulged in excessive sexual activity. His eyes, narrowed to slits, flickered intermittently. He held a police scalpel, which he had just brought along, carefully concealing it behind his back.

The burly man with the pockmarked face said, "Let's go to the Huang and Chai families to deliver the message. Maybe we can even get some reward money. That bastard pulled someone out alive!"

After saying that, just thinking about it made him feel pain, and he involuntarily shuddered. His face turned pale. Just thinking about it made him feel extremely painful, and he instinctively covered his groin.

The others also felt uneasy after hearing this. They all instinctively checked their belongings, confirming they were still there, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The group nodded in agreement to the burly man's suggestion. These individuals had just decided to head towards the Chai family's residence. The others, however, wanted to go to the Huang family's first, and the two groups immediately disagreed.

A heated argument was raging. No one noticed the atmosphere suddenly turn cold. As the argument escalated, their faces flushed red, their eyes hardening with rage. Suddenly, a woman in a red wedding dress appeared, her features delicate and beautiful, though her complexion was unnaturally pale. Her teeth appeared unusually sharp. She seemed to be waiting for her lover's return.

She was softly saying something, 'Whoever wins can marry me. Hurry! Decide who wins quickly. Whoever wins can consummate our marriage.'

As the woman spoke, her gaze lingered in another direction—the direction of the recent carnage. The air there was thick with the aura of blood, a stench that had captivated many of the city's demons and monsters.

At this moment, the one holding the knife had a voice incessantly repeating in his mind, 'Kill you all, and I'll take the revenge alone. All the rewards will be mine. That's the best way. Yes, I can continue. Living a life of debauchery. The only thing I haven't sold is the house. Everything else has been sold. So, you can all die!'

Then, his face turned black and blue, and his eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent.

He swung his knife at someone nearby, striking them directly in the neck. However, because he wasn't particularly strong, he didn't manage to cut the person off completely. Instead, his knife got stuck.

Blood flowed instantly, exciting everyone present. A voice urged, "Drink it! Drink it! This is incredibly nourishing!" The blood before them was seen as a miraculous elixir, a Dragon Tiger Pill, and the like.

In an instant, they turned on each other. You grabbed my neck. I punched your head. Some were carrying daggers, frantically stabbing at each other. Chaos erupted instantly. Blood splattered everywhere. Corpses were mangled. Scratches of flesh littered the ground, limbs flying everywhere.

The heavy stench of blood attracted all the restless creatures in the entire city.

A night watchman suddenly saw a figure ahead. It was only about three feet tall, crawling on all fours, and appeared to be seriously injured.

The night watchman suddenly felt his scalp tingle and his legs go weak, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He knew he was facing a life-or-death situation. He kept his eyes focused and his mind unmoved, continuing to walk forward step by step at a normal pace.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. His palms and body were drenched in sweat. He banged on his night watchman's stick, step by step, hoping to escape this calamity. The person crawling on the ground looked slow, yet was incredibly fast. Seeing that the night watchman seemed unaware of his presence, he grinned.

Its face was covered in bumpy pimples, resembling a crocodile's. A mouthful of sharp teeth. A bottomless throat. It flashed by in a flash, appearing behind the night watchman. Its mouth opened wide, instantly becoming as large as a table. It was about to swallow the night watchman whole.

At this moment, the night watchman, without pausing for a moment, followed his usual pace. Not a step more, not a step less. His eyes were fixed on nothing else, his mind was free of any other thoughts, as he walked forward.

The crocodile-faced monster, seeing the night watchman, truly didn't notice him. Its mouth closed, and it vanished in an instant. This time, it truly disappeared. The night watchman, as if unnoticed, continued walking as usual.

The constables assigned to patrol that night suddenly sensed something was amiss. A chilling aura emanated from the air, and the temperature dropped considerably.

"Something's wrong! Watch out! Hide quickly!" Then, pulling his nephew beside him, he quickly hid in front of a large house.

In the instant they hid, four or five men, their bodies radiating resentment, floated rapidly in the air, appearing and disappearing intermittently. Their eyes darted around!