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Chapter 795 Dog

Wherever the flames illuminated, shadows melted away, and the deathly aura dissipated. The Blood City tattoos were infused with new power, no longer merely floating on the surface of the ruins, but deeply imprinted into every building and integrated into the soul of every great demon.

The chaotic and mysterious Blood City Ghost Patterns have been revitalized, like saplings emerging from the soil, their branches and leaves spreading out, painting a series of breathtaking scenes in the ruins. These are the memories preserved by the Blood City of the Vast Sea, the scars left by countless bloody battles.

The outline drawn by Gao Ming was filled with Gao Yun's flames, and the large tomb made up of countless abandoned rooms was gradually changing.

As layers of bloodstains shrouded in shadow peeled away, unique buildings found only in Blood City appeared within the ghostly markings.

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The rotting corpses floated on the sea, their heads bumping into the port's wooden piles that the Investigation Bureau was building. Several investigators, watching the increasing number of floating corpses, anxiously reported to headquarters.

Inside the director's family compound in Beigang New City, a muffled sound suddenly came from a room protected by level four security measures. The maid pushed open the door and screamed. The director's family members were lying around the dining table, their mouths and necks beginning to rot, with tiny threads of flesh floating on the food in the dishes.

The leaves of the roadside trees turned yellow, the insects were all covered with the stench of decay, the liquid flowing from the pipes was like a corpse-dissolving solution, the neat paving stones were peeling up one by one, and the earth was slowly turning black.

Similar incidents continued to occur in Beigang New City, a new city that the Investigation Bureau regarded as a beacon of hope, which was completely infiltrated by a certain force within half a day.

In the General Administration's office, the director was holding a remote conference, listening to various messages from his subordinates, when suddenly the lights began to flicker, and a drop of foul-smelling liquid fell onto the desk.

The potted plants, the fish in the aquarium, and the busy staff in the room suddenly emitted a strange stench. When they went to find the source of the stench, they saw their own flesh and blood melt into a pool of corpse water.

The highest-level red alert sounded inside the headquarters base, but the director personally turned it off, forbidding anyone from approaching the office, and initiated the evacuation plan.

"The fortress that was built with so much effort is nothing more than a psychological comfort." The water droplets on the desk slowly rolled and merged with the corpse water on the ground, turning into a humanoid monster that reeked of stench. He was clearly standing there, but none of the various detection devices in the headquarters reacted.

"Rotten Blood City..." The director only uttered one sentence before a part of his soul that made up his body began to fester, and the excruciating pain twisted his face.

"The reason you exist is not because you are so strong or special, but because we need a manager." The humanoid monster sat at the table: "But from the information I have, you are a very incompetent manager."

"Han Hai has always been under the supervision of many Blood Cities and has never overstepped its bounds. The living citizens and the imprisoned ghosts are like livestock being raised in captivity, living in ignorance and fear, living in constant anxiety day and night. The Investigation Bureau keeps Han Hai's secret, and all citizens who want to investigate the truth have been executed." The director did not resist, but before he could finish speaking, the humanoid monster manipulated the corpse water to wrap around the director's neck.

"Still trying to hide it? Where did those ghost story players come from?"

"They're just a bunch of self-important ordinary people, nothing to worry about." The bureau chief, his neck constricted by the corpse fluid, looked like a leashed dog, a far cry from his usual high position and power. "Just ordinary people?" The stench emanating from the humanoid monster intensified, its eye sockets revealing two yellowish-brown pupils. "Then tell me, who is Yan Xizhi? And what about that giant tree in the East District that's already grown into the black mist?"

The body fluids were locked in place, and the chief's neck began to rot; it was a rule that was difficult to reverse.

"Yan Xizhi has been worshipped by those students and has become a dream ghost. I have organized the Investigation Bureau to launch multiple attacks on Hande Private Academy. We will definitely deal with her as soon as possible!"

"It's too late. Including that big tree, there are already three Dream Ghosts in the Vast Ocean. This cage needs to be cleaned and tidied up again." The humanoid monster enjoyed the director's painful and ferocious expression.

"That tree isn't a Dream Ghost yet. The Vast Ocean only has two Dream Ghosts..." Unable to breathe, constrained by the corrupt rules, the bureau chief had no thought of resistance whatsoever. He was humble and cowardly, like livestock that could be beaten and scolded at will.

"Do you think you can keep this a secret?" The humanoid monster dragged its five fingers downwards, and the corpse fluid instantly washed away the director's head.

To be precise, there are five directors in the Investigation Bureau. Their upper bodies are no different from normal people, but their lower bodies are connected by blood vessels that extend all the way to the deep well below the platform, where there is an enormous mass of flesh and blood, which is the true body of the director.

The humanoid monster knew the secrets of the Investigation Bureau. The corpse fluid, like a rusty, blunt knife or a long nail, pinned the director to the wall. Then it opened the platform beneath the director and saw the piece of flesh hidden inside.

"The saviors of Xinhu wanted to transform this dead land, sacrificing countless living people and ghosts and gods, so that their obsession with life could be integrated into the remaining flesh of the previous Lord of Hanhai Blood City, bringing life to the dead land. This thing is the most precious thing in Hanhai." The humanoid monster greedily stared at the piece of flesh and blood, wanting to reach out and take it, but was afraid of the karma entangled on it.

Previously, the Vast Ocean was under the supervision of other Blood Cities, and at least five Unspeakable Consciousnesses would investigate this place. The Unspeakable Rot could never monopolize it. But now, the attention of other Blood Cities has been drawn to New Shanghai, which is an opportunity for it.

It is unspeakable that after the soul is scattered, it will be completely forgotten and there is no possibility of resurrection. The humanoid monster also has no memory of who the former lord of the Blood City of the Vast Sea was, but this does not affect its desire for that piece of flesh.

"The natural fate of flesh and blood is to rot." The humanoid monster ripped at the "director's" consciousness, the corpse fluid cutting into the director's flesh again and again like a knife.

Screaming in agony and begging for mercy, the police chief dared not resist; being tortured to death seemed to have become a habit.

After a long time, perhaps tired of playing, or perhaps having made a decision, the humanoid monster finally stopped. It stood beside the deep well and manipulated the surrounding corpse water to pour into it.

At the same time, the vast land suddenly began to tremble. The humanoid monster seemed to sense something, abandoned the director's consciousness, and left the Investigation Bureau fortress at top speed.

Upon reaching the ground, the humanoid monster's cloudy eyes widened instantly as it saw that the black mist that had perpetually shrouded the vast sea had been opened up!
Within the churning shadows, an astonishing power burns—not a dream demon, but something equally ineffable!
"How can it be!"

(End of this chapter)