Fang Xiu frowned. Who could it be? The Investigation Bureau? Or Zhao Hao?
Knocking on the door in the dead of night—with communication so convenient these days, why not just make a phone call?
He got up and slowly walked towards the door, not opening it immediately, but observing through the peephole.
When he looked through the peephole, he was shocked to find that a human eye, full of bloodshot veins, was visible through it!
The eye was wide open, and the eyelid was completely invisible. It looked as if someone had gouged out the entire eyeball and stuck it tightly to the other side of the cat's eye.
The whites of the eyes were blood red, while the pupils were pitch black, as if the blood vessels in the whites of the eyes were so numerous that they completely covered the whites.
Just as Fang Xiu was about to make a move, suddenly, the bloodshot human eye emitted a strange spiritual fluctuation.
The next moment, Fang Xiu's vision went black, his consciousness faded, and he felt as if someone had hit him hard on the back of the head.
......
After an unknown amount of time, when Fang Xiu woke up again, he found himself in a dilapidated warehouse.
He himself was tied to an iron chair, with cold, piercing iron chains tightly wrapped around his body.
The warehouse was large, with a rough cement floor, stained with dark red, dried blood. There were no windows in the room, and the only light source was a few incandescent bulbs overhead, making the warehouse very dark and gloomy.
A putrid stench, like the smell of a rotting corpse, permeated the air.
Not far from Fang Xiu, there was a row of torture instruments, all kinds of them, and each instrument was covered with black and red bloodstains.
Clearly, many people have been executed here.
Perhaps due to environmental factors, there seem to be an unusually large number of strange creatures roaming around this warehouse.
Many grotesque and terrifying creatures roamed among them, and several even surrounded Fang Xiu, drooling incessantly. Unfortunately, they could not touch them until they could "see" them.
In the very center of the warehouse stood a meat grinder, its surface rusty and its appearance quite dilapidated. Its unique design featured a funnel-shaped opening facing Fang Xiu, inside which were rows of sharp metal blades.
Coincidentally, this meat grinder also had a lot of dark red dried bloodstains on it.
At this moment, a man dressed in black and wearing a black baseball cap was standing next to the meat grinder. The man seemed to be repairing the meat grinder.
Suddenly, the man seemed to sense something, his hand paused, and he turned around sharply.
A pair of bloodshot eyes, with almost no whites, came into Fang Xiu's view.
The owner of these eyes was a young man with an extremely pale face and a thin, bony frame.
Fang Xiu stared calmly at the man. He knew very well that this was the man who had attacked him through the peephole earlier.
As for the method of the attack, it should be related to his strange eyes.
A spirit master?
Is ability related to the eyes?
"You woke up pretty quickly, not at all like a newly promoted Spirit Master." The man stared straight at Fang Xiu and said, his voice was a little hoarse, and even had a hint of morbid madness.
"It seems you belong to the ranks of geniuses just like me. How wonderful! Crushing geniuses is my favorite pastime."
The man continued talking to himself, a manic and cruel smile involuntarily appearing on his face.
Faced with this situation, Fang Xiu did not show the slightest fear. Instead, he calmly asked, "Is it fixed?"
The man was slightly taken aback, then a look of unease appeared on his face: "I'm sorry, I haven't killed many people lately, which has caused the machine to be a bit worn out. Please wait a little longer, it will be done soon."
"Fix it quickly, I don't like wasting time."
The man stared at Fang Xiu, who remained calm, and was stunned for a moment. But the next second, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the muscles in his face twitched.
"Hahaha......."
He suddenly burst into a fit of manic laughter.
"Fang Xiu, is it? I must say, you are a very interesting person, very much to my liking. But unfortunately, my cousin is dead, so you must die too."
"Oh? You're Wang Ziteng's cousin?" Fang Xiu asked calmly.
The man nodded: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Ziyang, and I am the genius cousin of my good-for-nothing cousin."
"You seem to have some serious illness."
Lin Ziyang laughed wildly: "I'm not sick. I'm more lucid than ever now. At least, I still know to avenge my cousin, right? Hahaha..."
Hearing Lin Ziyang's frantic words, Fang Xiu immediately recalled the introduction about spiritual loss of control on the global forum for the supernatural.
Clearly, Lin Ziyang was on the verge of losing control of his spirituality, and he had become extremely deranged.
"You must be very curious as to why I would seek revenge for my cousin by contacting you. You two were just escaping from the Ghost Realm together, and you could say you were in life and death together. It was the Ghost that killed him, so why would I seek revenge on you? We have absolutely no connection."
At this point, Lin Ziyang's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he looked at Fang Xiu with a fierce expression.
"Because you deserve to die! Why wasn't it you who died, but my cousin? Since my cousin is dead, why are you alive? Doesn't that make my cousin seem inferior to others? I, Lin Ziyang, have never been inferior to anyone in my life, not even my cousin!"
Not just you, there's also a kid named Zhao Hao, right? Don't worry, you guys...
"I killed your cousin," Fang Xiu interrupted Lin Ziyang's ravings.
Lin Ziyang, who was in a frenzied state, was stunned for a moment, seemingly unsure of what to say next.
"What did you say?"
"Actually, your cousin's death was not entirely unrelated to me. To be precise, I was the one who caused his death."
He could have lived, but I ambushed him, rendering him unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as the monster chased after him and was then eaten alive.
I watched him being eaten quietly from the sidelines, feeling the intoxicating despair emanating from him.
Oh, and the funniest thing is that when your cousin was dying, he tried to drag me down with him, grabbing my trouser leg with his hands covered in filthy blood. Do you know how I responded?
I stomped hard on his hand with my shoe, grinding it down until I heard the sound of his hand bones breaking. At that moment, the scream he let out was truly beautiful.
Lin Ziyang: "......"
He stared blankly at Fang Xiu, stunned for several seconds before coming back to his senses. He became increasingly manic and irritable.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You deserve to die! You fucking deserve to die! Don't you know that making me look stupid?! Ah!!"
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