The man in the baseball cap walked drunkenly into the empty men's restroom.

Looking at the mirror in front of the sink, his drunken eyes instantly cleared up and he respectfully took out a wooden box from his arms.

There was a slightly old talisman pasted on the wooden box, which exuded a cold aura continuously.

The box contains a C-level cursed object.

Cursed objects are usually something that a ghost had on its body before it died. This object is no exception. It is attached to a red-clothed evil ghost that was killed by her husband.

Once the box is opened, the evil spirit that has been bound for twenty years will appear and wash the place in blood.

But the man in the baseball cap was not worried because he was also a person with special abilities and came from a folk organization called "Flesh and Blood Worship". Just by hearing the name, one could tell that this organization had a cult nature.

The founder of the Flesh and Blood Cult is an A-level flesh and blood mutant, and the members of the organization are all within this ability sequence.

Flesh and blood abilities tend to be more bizarre in the sequence statistics of the Global Joint Investigation Bureau. Although they are powerful enough, they are notorious, similar to the evil cultivators in cultivation novels, only because most of their abilities are bloody and perverted, with the strong preying on the weak and cannibalism.

Lin Yao is a flesh-and-blood mutant who can create clones using blood, not just her own blood.

There is no good or bad in superpowers, it depends on the human who uses it. However, people with flesh and blood superpowers are often more easily contaminated by the weird, and this superpower will make them more and more twisted and crazy. The doctrine of flesh and blood worship is to create gods and let the legendary "Mother of Pus" come to the world.

The man in the baseball cap has the ability to parasitize in other people's stomachs. After the evil spirits have slaughtered all the people in the bar, he will cut open the stomach of the last person and take the evil spirit back.

This was the task assigned to him by the top brass of the Flesh and Blood Cult.

As for why they chose this place, it was because this bar had been promoted so vigorously recently that they noticed it.

"It is your honor to offer this lowly flesh and blood to become the cornerstone for the birth of a god."

The man's eyes were bloodshot: "Go to hell——"

The talisman paper slowly fell to the ground, a cluster of flames rose up and burned to ashes, and the wooden box automatically popped open with a "click".

There lay a hairpin quietly inside, half melted by the burns.

The noise outside continued.

The temperature in the bathroom suddenly dropped several degrees, and a depressing and ominous atmosphere spread in the air.

In the mirror, a scarlet ghost flashed by.

The man knew that he had come to the home ground of killing.

He couldn't help but twitch his nose, as if he could smell the sweetness of flesh and blood. The man narrowed his eyes and revealed an intoxicated and obsessed expression, and couldn't wait to see the purgatory on earth.

When he reached the door, he was stopped by a black-gloved hand.

The handsome bartender in a black suit vest and white shirt smiled and said, "Sir, it seems that you haven't paid the bill yet."

It was clearly a question, but it was said in a declarative tone.

Check out? The man hadn't even thought about that.

After all, this place will soon be filled with bleeding flowers.

"I'm just eating a free meal!" The man pushed him.

The touch felt like hitting a wall. The waiter did not move at all, but instead he staggered back a few steps.

Shit! Is this bartender some retired soldier?

This thought flashed through his mind, and the man in the baseball cap gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not ready to leave yet, can you come over later?"

"I'm sorry." The waiter smiled, "I'm afraid not."

The man in the peaked cap took out his wallet and threw it to him: "No need to change, the rest is your tip, you can go now."

He glanced at the other person's work badge with a sinister look, but what he was thinking was, you will be the first one to die soon.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir." The bartender pinched the thickness of the wallet and smiled more deeply, "Now you can go on your way."

"What are you going to do—Ah!"

A short scream was heard in the toilet, and then it quickly returned to silence.

After a while, the bartender came out with two bulging garbage bags in his hands.

When I met customers passing by in the corridor, I smiled back.

He threw the garbage at the door and saw the stray dogs gathered around the garbage dump, and smiled gently.

"Eat it while it's hot, it's all fresh."

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…

It’s noisy and bustling under the neon lights, and the rotating light beams create a bizarre and mysterious atmosphere.

Amidst the lights and wine, men and women in the dance floor were dancing wildly to the music, their minds were filled with different thoughts beneath their masks.

Khufu and Jie Yu left the noisy crowd, found the mechanism in the backstage and opened it, walked down the stone steps, passed through the mottled walls, stepped over the rusty chains, passed through one bulky iron door after another, and passed the verification of one iris lock after another, and finally entered the basement deep in the bar.

It's dark and gloomy here, and there's a heart-pounding atmosphere.

In accordance with the organization's requirements, the walls have been added with materials that shield mental power exchanged from the mall.

Unless it explodes directly, no magnetic field fluctuations can be sensed.

The wall lamps along the road suddenly lit up as they passed, swaying faintly on the damp and dark gray walls.

The two saw that there was a dark shadow on the sofa.

The man was wearing a black robe and a black hood. It was pitch black inside the big hood and nothing could be seen clearly.

But the eyes that were revealed, the eyes that looked over, had murderous intent hidden in that warm smile.

Khufu was stunned. How did he get in?

Before he could open his mouth, Jie Yu beside him had already called out his name: "Old Demon Lord." His tone was full of awe.

After this period of training, he became more and more shocked by the terrifying strength of these high-level followers of the Prophet.

Of course Khufu knew that Xie Yu was reminding him subtly.

Sir, you must be a member of a very high position in the organization... Khufu is not a person with special abilities, and he can only come into contact with a few members of the organization, except for the elusive prophet and Jie Yu in front of him.

Xie Yu's appearance here at "Half Awakened" was also arranged by the organization.

According to the prophecy, a ghost will appear in the city center tonight.

This monster is quite famous in the history of Chinese ghosts and has appeared in many film and television dramas.

His name is "Painted Skin" and he loves collecting beautiful human skins.

The Painted Skin Ghost is a half-real and half-virtual ghost who is good at disguise. When she is covered with human skin, even an exorcist will find it difficult to find her in a crowd.

It likes to descend to places where there are many handsome men and beautiful women, and carefully select the next skin.

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