Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 364 Colorful and Diverse
Kou Yu was stunned for a moment, and after weighing the pros and cons, she watched helplessly as the other person left.

He feared this was a diversionary tactic, and that what followed was of paramount importance and required his personal attention.

The most crucial point is that even if he chases after them, he might not be able to stop them.

"Is he a master from the imperial court? Is he just here for a quick look and then leaving?" Kou Yu couldn't figure out the other party's intentions.

His own team's top fighters were all tied up, and no one could help him hold the line.

The main reason was that they didn't expect this place to be discovered.

The slave market is in such a mess, why aren't we stopping that arrogant Seventh Master? What are we doing here?
Kou Yu activated the cursed field, which enveloped the entire courtyard.

When the field is activated, his perception is extended and enhanced by the magic that roams within it, making it easier for him to discover the hidden ones.

After confirming that the other party had really left, he breathed a sigh of relief, went back into the house, and closed the door.

"Fortunately, the next steps are not complicated, and I will be able to get away soon."

Meanwhile, Wei Miao and the Five Lucky Rats returned to their original shop and sat down to chat.

"So that's how it is, Incense God." Five Lucky Rats picked up the pipe on the table again, took a puff, and exclaimed, "I never thought they could come up with something like this."

Wei Miao sensed an aura on the statue that all living beings instinctively loathe: "It's quite eerie."

“The aura is impure, so the quality of the faith power must be very low, but it’s still a good thing.” The Five Blessings Rat said meaningfully, “It’s enough to help a top-tier person advance to the seventh sect.”

Wei Miao had tested him; the strange-looking man was a player.

Moreover, they're in the same industry.

Holding a deity statue, leveraging the power of faith at some cost to receive a reward, undoubtedly falls under the category of sacrificial rituals.

He is a highly skilled ritual master.

At this moment, besides the two forces fighting each other, the streets were filled with fleeing slaves.

Someone at the intersection guided them to the exit leading to the ground.

"Ding--"

Suddenly, a plucked string note, which could not be heard anywhere, rang out, and all things fell silent.

Then, the melodious music filled the slave market, ethereal like moonlight.

Everyone who heard it was deeply shaken.

Wei Miao glanced at the system notification.

[Mental health assessment in progress...]

[Verification passed! You are now immune to charm!]

She looked at the slaves outside.

Among those released were martial artists and ordinary people, but the martial artists' cultivation levels were between third-rate and unranked, not much stronger than the ordinary people.

Upon hearing this music, his expression became strange, a mixture of anger and fear. His previously weak body, seemingly finding renewed strength, surged forward towards the exit.

The overall speed of movement had obviously increased, and their eyes were fixed.

"A group charm that stirs up emotions." With observation and system prompts, Wei Miao could easily understand the effect of the music.

She felt she'd had enough of the show and it was time to go back to the ground.

Under her orders, the people in charge of the secret rites, though puzzled, did not stop the turmoil, and even fueled it.

The capital was in chaos, which is why Lin would throw out his last trump card.

Because He believed the time had come.

At this moment, in a corner of the slave city.

Yan Ziqi held a dark purple harp, her slender fingers plucking the strings, playing a piece of music with an exotic flair.

She is equipped with an identification item called "Demon Sound Alseda".

One of the skills is called [Fanatic Hatred].

Fanatical Hatred (Active): Infuses the spirit into a musical instrument, inciting hatred in the listener. Duration and intensity are related to the duration of the performance and the spiritual disparity between the player and the enemy. When the enemy is completely infected by the emotion, they will fall into a state of "obsession," attacking the object of their hatred without regard for consequences. She specializes in spiritual cultivation, and this [Fanatical Hatred] expands its range by sacrificing its intensity.

Her target was the group of slaves.

Yan Ziqi calmly watched as the numerous slaves dispersed towards the passage occupied by their side, overjoyed and impatient.

She knew they were heading not for freedom, but for destruction.

Ground level, northern district of Beijing.

An inconspicuous shop had its door kicked open from the inside, and then a group of people who looked like madmen and beggars poured out.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and they would grab whatever they could find and pounce on innocent passersby.

The slaves, having suffered prolonged torment, had dark and twisted minds.

Driven by fanatical hatred, they are hostile to everyone who is better off than themselves.

These elegantly dressed passersby are their best targets.

The crowd on the street screamed and scattered as these lunatics appeared out of nowhere.

Some of the martial artists attacked without hesitation. But seeing the victim's pitiful state, they felt pity and did not strike with full force.

As a result, he was ambushed by several slaves who had feigned defeat, and his forehead was struck until it bled.

Slaves have a numerical advantage, often ganging up on one person. Moreover, some slaves are warriors who mingle among the ordinary people, and when they suddenly attack and kill, they show no mercy.

The elderly, women, and children were also implicated and were beaten and kicked until they were on the verge of death.

Now, the martial artists in the crowd, driven by righteous indignation, no longer held back.

The two sides fought fiercely, with blood and screams flying everywhere, which only further stimulated their nerves, and no one backed down.

The once bustling streets were smashed into a pile of rubble in the blink of an eye.

This chaotic scene of street fighting quickly spread from the northern district to the entire capital.

Even though the city guards were prepared and quickly dispatched to various areas, they were still overwhelmed.

The number of slaves was too large, and they were too cunning.

Once the city guards appear, they will hide in inconspicuous corners or disguise themselves as civilians who have been attacked.

Although martial artists can sense the aura of ordinary people, they cannot spend time distinguishing good from bad one by one, and are inevitably deceived.

As soon as the city guards left, the slaves emerged again.

They employed a variety of methods, committing all sorts of atrocities, including arson, murder, and looting.

Among the martial artists who came to the capital, some already harbored the intention of taking advantage of the chaos.

Taking advantage of the fact that the slaves had tied down the city guards' attention, they became bolder and more active.

Some highly skilled and daring martial artists gathered together and launched a fierce attack on the mansion of a powerful figure, engaging in a bloody battle with the guards.

These villains further exacerbated the chaos in the capital.

Quite a number of city guards died due to momentary lapse in attention.

However, at the same time, some people are trying to calm the situation down.

Regardless of whether they were on the same side as the imperial court, righteous heroes from the martial arts world rushed to the scene to quell the rebellion.

Xie Zhaohui, Fu Zhouwen, and others were among them. Players inside the Medical Academy assisted the Astronomical Bureau personnel in holding the main gate, killing anyone who came.

Unfortunately, the other side has a large and powerful force, and it's always easier to create chaos than to maintain peace.

Even if the seven sects met their end, human strength is ultimately limited, and one tree cannot support a whole.

The capital city is just too big.

The East and West districts were the hardest hit by the chaos, while the North district, which was right above the slave market, was the first to suffer. On the contrary, the South district, which had the most poor people, especially the southwest corner, was the least affected.

Because they were so poor, with no money to be made, the satisfaction of killing was not as great as killing those high-ranking officials.

Since the beginning of Lingwu, the nights in the capital have never been so vibrant.