Atlas of Heaven and Man

Chen Chuan's tone was calm, but very powerful. Everyone present could clearly feel the unwavering strength and determination within.

“Heh…”

Wei Jun showed a regretful expression, patting the metal railing. “Is that so?”

He suddenly smiled. “Do you know? Shen Zheng died here back then. Yes, in this factory. You probably knew before you came, but do you know how he died?

We found Shen Zheng's biological younger sister back then. They had been separated for five years, but it was our kindness that allowed them to reunite here. You must be thinking, I used his sister's life to threaten him? No, no, that's too low-level. We just wanted his sister to witness the consequences of opposing us. And you…”

His gaze fell. “You will soon find out. You will experience everything he experienced back then.” With that, he snapped his fingers.

At the same time, a series of bangs echoed as the spotlights were all turned off. The lights in the corners and above the entire factory were all turned on, illuminating the surroundings.

At this moment, the surrounding scenery became clearly visible. One could see strange patterns densely painted on the walls and floor, smeared with various colors of paint. Within these patterns were countless chaotic lines, as if drawn with a mixture of scarlet, rotten blood and sewage sludge.

They all extended from the walls, all the intersecting lines heading towards the ground and above, and finally converging on the position where Chen Chuan was standing!

“Three years ago, Shen Zheng stood in the same place as you.” Wei Jun's voice echoed in the spacious factory.

The Mutual Aid Society members on both sides couldn't help but look down, as if anticipating what was about to happen.

Shen Zheng was very good at fighting back then, but so what?

They brought Shen Zheng's own sister back to create tension and worry in his heart, but the more it was like this, the more it would stimulate various fantasies.

What Shen Zheng saw at that time should have been his close relatives, friends, teachers, and even people he was familiar with, suffering various harms and attacks, needing him to rescue them.

At that time, he could only desperately attack, to protect everything he wanted to protect, but the harder he tried, the more severely injured he would become, because all attacks, all damage, would ultimately be borne by himself.

And everyone in the Mutual Aid Society back then watched him inflict harm on himself like watching a monkey being played. At that time, they went forward one by one to provoke, tease, and stimulate Shen Zheng, watching him constantly counterattack, but they couldn't do anything about them. It could be said that the person was finally played to death.

And now, the result will be the same.

After waiting for a while, someone looked down and found that Chen Chuan was standing there without moving. They asked strangely, “Why is he standing still?”

“Yeah, why isn't he moving? Could it be that there's something wrong with the ritual?”

Wei Jun pondered for a moment, then suddenly understood, chuckling. “This kid probably doesn't have anyone he cares about. People like that are less affected internally, but it doesn't matter. As long as there is a little external stimulation, we can make him confront the fantasies in his imagination, and we can watch a good show. Who's going first?”

“I'll go first!”

Shao Xiaobie shouted loudly, holding a steel pipe in his hand. He excitedly walked down the metal stairs, and the other Mutual Aid Society members watched with interest. However, some people seemed dissatisfied that he was the first, booing him, saying it was a fix.

Wei Jun smiled and raised his voice, saying, “Don't worry, everyone gets a turn, everyone will get their turn.”

Shao Xiaobie swung the steel pipe and came to Chen Chuan's front. He first raised his hand to the back, then held the steel pipe with both hands, pretending to compare it to Chen Chuan's head a few times, then suddenly raised it high. However, just as he was about to swing it down with force.

With a bang, a fist came from the front, and Shao Xiaobie's head suddenly exploded, blood, brains, and shattered bones spraying backward. The headless corpse still swayed twice with the steel pipe raised, then fell backward to the ground with a thud, and the steel pipe rolled out with a clang.

The laughter, boos, and jeers in the arena all stopped abruptly.

Chen Chuan slowly raised his hand, placing it on his shoulder. Then, with a grab of his fingers, he seemed to seize an invisible layer in an instant. His arm muscles bulged as he slowly pulled it outwards.

With his movement, even those present could see a nearly transparent monster with two faces being slowly dragged out from the surface of his body!

The thing struggled and squirmed in his hand, trying to break free, but all its efforts were futile under his powerful grip. Finally, a soft ripping sound was heard, as if tearing apart some cloth. The entire thing detached from the surface of his body.

Chen Chuan watched the monster thrashing and struggling, its two faces still making various threatening and mocking expressions. He then threw it to the ground and stomped on it with one foot. With a squelch, like stepping on a rotten bag, it burst open, turning into wisps of smoke that drifted away from under his foot.

Before coming here, he had read many files and consulted with Director Lei. He could roughly deduce the cause of Shen Zheng's death and had made some preparations.

Even now, he didn't know what the purpose of this thing was, nor did he need to know. Because as long as his Second Self was still present, neither the secret sect's rituals nor strange tales could have any effect on him in the short term. He could only sense that this thing could be touched by him, so he directly grabbed its physical form and stomped it to pieces on the spot!

The members of the Mutual Aid Society around him stared blankly at everything.

They had come here today because Wei Jun had promised them a good show. They undoubtedly had full confidence in the secret sect's ritual. How strong was Shen Zheng in the past? Didn't he still die under the ritual?

This example proved that this method was safe and feasible. They were looking forward to tormenting this person who refused to accept their kindness and tried to cross the boundary, but the outcome at this moment seemed a little different.

Chen Chuan now looked up, his gaze falling on Wei Jun and the members of the Mutual Aid Society. He said, "You thought you were the ones who brought me here?"

He smiled.

"Actually, I wanted to come and find you."

Wei Jun finally realized that something was wrong. He had still held a glimmer of hope, but now, hearing Chen Chuan's words, he knew that the ritual had completely failed.

At this moment, a surge of fear and anger rose in his heart. He desperately retreated, shouting, "Fire! Kill him!"

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The security personnel on the surrounding steel structure platforms and various passages raised the guns in their hands. However, on the left side, some people had only just made this move when they saw some wrists and guns falling from their bodies. Their limbs were neatly cut through as if by a sharp weapon, revealing smooth wounds.

Seeing this situation, these people couldn't help but be stunned.

In a place they couldn't see, there were thin spider silks that were invisible to the naked eye crisscrossing where they had raised their guns.

When Chen Chuan had just entered, he had put down the box containing the Tayana combat spider, allowing the spider to enter the factory under the cover of shadows.

This spider could secrete a high-strength mutated spider silk. As long as the human body had a slight external force applied to it, it would be neatly cut open. Therefore, in ambush scenarios, combat spiders could often silently eliminate targets.

However, this was not the combat spider's main offensive method. Its abdomen, back, and eight limbs were implanted with special blades. Its crawling and jumping speed also exceeded the reaction of ordinary combatants. Once it got close, it could easily cut people into pieces.

At this moment, the combat spider was rapidly scurrying on the walls and ceiling of the venue, constantly cutting open the security personnel who were trying to fire. Wherever it passed, people were either missing arms and legs or their heads were falling off, and screams echoed everywhere.

In its command mode, people who made the action of holding a gun and shooting were the primary threat target and needed to be eliminated first.

However, no matter how fast the combat spider was, because the factory area was spacious and there were many people at this moment, it was only targeting a certain area, while people in other places could shoot indiscriminately.

Chen Chuan glanced at the gun muzzles raised and aimed at him, took a deep breath, and his Second Self instantly merged with him. At this moment, everything around him seemed to slow down.

Each gun muzzle seemed to be slowly lifting and shifting in his direction.

He stepped forward. With each step he took, the patterned ground below spread out with traces of cracks.

The gun muzzles finally spat out fire, but the bullets all landed behind him, while the Snow Monarch Blade in his hand slowly emerged from its scabbard, revealing its sharp blade.

His figure lunged forward in a large arc, heavily stomped, and with a leap, he jumped onto a platform. Looking at the row of security personnel in front of him who were still shooting downwards, his body leaned forward, and the light of the Snow Monarch Blade seemed to flash past. Then, he had already appeared at the other end of the passage.

The dozen or so people in this passage only froze for a moment. The next moment, they turned into severed limbs and scattered on the steel plates on the ground.

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