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Those who abuse the innocent and slaughter the good deserve to be cast into an endless pool of blood.

Zhu Mingyao withdrew control, letting the spell run on its own, and gave a cold, eerie laugh.

Since hell is nowhere to be found in this day and age, then I, the Taoist priest, will concoct one for you right now!

Chapter 301 The Ogre's Hut

"Who is that?"

Severely shocked by the magical scenes that resembled a blockbuster movie, Carly even temporarily forgot about the pain in her leg, blinking her eyelids repeatedly and forcefully, wondering if she was mentally deranged and hallucinating.

"Oh... according to him, a random passerby who's just passing by out of interest?" Evan made a dry joke.

He had already witnessed the other party's extraordinary abilities along the way, and was the most psychologically receptive to it, so he was the first to come to his senses.

Frances gave her boyfriend a reproachful look. "Actually, he's a secret agent of the FBI. We've seen his credentials, so it should be genuine."

“Let’s talk about it later, Carly, you’re still bleeding. Let’s get back to the car quickly.” Evan stepped forward and, together with Scott, helped her up, saying with some concern:

"I remember bringing a travel first aid kit. Let's disinfect it first before bandaging it. That axe looks dirty enough. Who knows what disgusting stuff is stuck on it."

“It’s no big deal. As long as I can leave safely, I don’t care about getting infected or even lying in a hospital bed for months!” Carly grinned and stood up on tiptoe.

"Thank God I survived these perverts and didn't end up in that cauldron... I'm so grateful, ugh..." She seemed to recall what she had just witnessed, her throat bobbing up and down. She covered her mouth and bent over, retching.

Scott quickly and gently patted her back, explaining with lingering fear:

"You'd never guess what a crazy...horrible scene we witnessed." His face was frighteningly pale, and he tilted his head toward the dilapidated houses by the open space, recounting the events in broken sentences.

"...I originally just wanted to borrow a landline phone, but who would have thought I'd stumble upon a real-life version of the 'Cannibal Candy House'!"

...The drawers were full of bloodstained personal belongings, even pulled gold teeth; dried human thighs hung in the storage room; eyeballs and tongues were soaking in glass jars on the shelves, as if pickling vegetables; and there was even half a mutilated corpse on a huge cutting board...

Scott was halfway through his description when he rubbed his chest hard, trying to suppress a strong feeling of nausea.

"When we arrived, the monsters had just returned from outside. Luckily, Jesse was quick-witted and pulled everyone to hide under the bed, which gave us a chance to escape..."

“They…are eating people! Literally eating people!” Chris slowly ran back, panting as he interjected.

Although the previous desperate sprint only lasted two or three minutes, it involved navigating numerous obstacles and dodging bullets and arrows, making it an extremely intense activity.

Now that the crisis was over and his adrenaline had subsided, he felt a dull ache in his ankle, clearly indicating a slight tendon strain.

“The big pot in the kitchen, the plates, it’s all covered in a dark, murky mess…” Chris’s face scrunched up like a bitter gourd. “I’ve developed a phobia of meat and decided to become a vegetarian… well, at least for the next few months.”

Jesse pinched his nose and leaned his upper body into the yellow trailer, enduring the stench of body odor mixed with rotting flesh, anxiously fumbling for the keys:

"Hey, my dear friends, this isn't the time for leisurely chatter. Who knows if there are other weirdos out there? Let's get out of this damn place and call the police first!"

"You all probably don't need to worry about this for now..." Zhu Mingyao strolled over with a smile, his hands in his pockets.

Wow, Federal steaks and cheese are really good for you...

His gaze, guided by a critical eye, swept over the girl's astonishingly ample curves protruding from outside the carriage. He clicked his tongue in silent admiration, then, repeating his previous tactic, flashed his ID before turning to speak seriously:

"I've taken a quick look, and there are only those three freakish monsters here. There are no other dangers, so you are safe."

Jesse straightened up, wiping the dirt off her hands with a hint of disgust, her beautiful eyes darting around suspiciously:

“Uh, Agent, I don’t mean to question you, but in the photo we found on the wall, there are clearly two more bulky and tall guys. Judging from their attire, they seem to be their parents. The number of dishes in the cupboard also proves this.”

The conversation abruptly stopped, and a subtle awkwardness filled the air. Carly quietly nudged Jesse in the lower back, feeling slightly worried that her best friend, who was exceptionally intelligent but less so in emotional intelligence, might offend this savior with mysterious powers with a careless remark.

The gruesome and bizarre deaths of the deformed children seemed to be right before their eyes, successfully planting a seed of awe in their hearts.

Zhu Mingyao raised an eyebrow and praised in surprise, "Your observation skills are very sharp."

With a gentle smile, he knelt down and placed his palm on Carly's wound. He activated the [Golden Wound Hemostasis Curse] and [Wood Growth Activation], and a blue light swept over her. Her healthy, wheat-colored skin was restored to its original state, and even her rough pores shrank a bit, becoming tighter and smoother, which drew gasps of amazement from everyone.

“There used to be five freaks living in these mountains, but now there are only three left. That’s why I’m here to investigate…” Zhu Mingyao winked meaningfully.

"This is of great importance, please keep it confidential. Does everyone understand?"

Considering his identity as a "secret agent," everyone nodded vaguely. Their beacon-like logic, honed by various conspiracy theories, spun rapidly, and scenes of intrigue and power struggles within the Federation played out in their minds like a revolving lantern.

After treating the wounded, he stood up straight. "I need to go and investigate the scene. Anyone want to come with me?"

"NO!" X6

The members of the expedition team, who had narrowly escaped death, all spread their five fingers in unison, making a gesture of refusal, and said in unison.

"I'd rather rewrite my thesis than ever go back to that devil's house!" Carly clenched her fists and swore a vicious oath.

"Alright, you guys take a break, I'll go check it out myself." Zhu Mingyao turned around, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

……

……

It stinks, it stinks terribly ...!

Even though Zhu Mingyao's physique was already extraordinary, he was almost blasted out of the wooden house by this biochemical attack that was comparable to a can of herring.

Various odds and ends, such as clothing, shoes, keys and jewelry, were scattered everywhere, clearly looted from the victims.

Leftover food scraps mixed with dust covered the floor, forming a thick, black, sticky sludge that almost stuck the soles of people's shoes off.

On the long table in the restaurant, several plates were filled with spit-out bone fragments, while in the "workroom" on one side, the owner of the bone fragments lay on a rough, cold wooden table, his head and half of his body missing, with dark red congealed blood drawing an irregular pattern.

The photos on the wall show two grotesque, male and female figures, each with a bloated, miniature mountain of flesh, embracing three children with open arms. If one disregards their horrifying appearance, one could actually sense a harmonious and warm family atmosphere.

Zhu Mingyao didn't pay much attention to them. What he said outside was not false; he already knew the whereabouts of the two freaks' parents.

The Horror Circus really did come here!

Chapter 302 The Blood Pool in Disguise: New Clues

The "Blood Pool Hell Transformation Technique" is a superior unorthodox spell recorded in the Maoshan Miscellaneous Yang Talisman Scripture. It is troublesome and laborious to perform, and even ordinary experts at the Innate Realm will be drained of their energy.

He went to great lengths and exhausted his vital energy to create a small, illusory realm resembling the underworld, not merely to punish evil and promote good, or to seek justice for the victims.

Its main purpose is to drag the souls of freaks into the "Blood Sea Wonder House" so that they can be pried open.

He activated his supernatural powers, sorting through the information he had extracted. The hazy, ever-changing light and shadow unfolded before his eyes like a scroll painting...

The surrounding light dimmed rapidly, as if in an instant, it had gone from dusk to night. The place where Zhu Mingyao stood had also changed from inside the wooden house to an open space outside. He silently looked around and put on a mocking smile.

"They have such a lovely lifestyle, what a loving family they are..."

"Den!"

The broad, black steel cleaver cleaved down, drawing a dark, arcing line that separated the pale skin, pale yellow fat, and dark red muscle.

With unexpected dexterity, the bent fingers, covered in black mud, twisted back and forth, skewering the cut pieces of meat onto iron skewers.

Inside the simple tin grill, charcoal glowed with tiny, reddish flames, licking the sizzling, oily meat skewers.

Under a moonless and starless night sky, several grotesque faces sat together, enjoying a pleasant family BBQ.

Warm heat rose from the flickering charcoal fire, driving away the autumn chill. Deformed knuckles passed "food" to each other, creating a heartwarming scene.

Of course, this is on the premise that one must ignore their ugly appearance and the "source of meat" who is tied to a wooden stake, dying but still cursing in his death throes.

Just then, the air suddenly rippled like water, and colorful balloons and ribbons intertwined to form a magnificent archway, which materialized from the void and emerged from the sky.

The freaks looked up in astonishment, grabbed various weapons, and growled warily. The two leading freak parents trembled, with streaks of blood-red light flashing across their surfaces, clearly indicating that they possessed some kind of supernatural ability.

However, when they saw the figures coming out, they immediately dropped what they were carrying and bowed humbly in greeting.

"Chief... Lord... have you come to deliver food?" The obese, strange man who looked like an old man stepped forward, his thick, grayish-white skin, cracked like rock, trembling violently. He strained his underdeveloped vocal cords to squeeze out a few words.

"Commander." Ignoring the strange people's obsequiousness, the black-haired man in the brown-black wool hunting outfit bowed and respectfully addressed another figure.

“Besides the main family, this is the strongest branch of the Hob family, with two members having awakened spellcasting abilities.”

"Hmph! A cannibalistic magician who just entered the [Servant Rank], so-so." The clown with white oil paint grinned, his gloomy expression softening slightly.

“But that’s not enough! The circus needs to replenish its ranks with new talent. If you can’t find more suitable candidates…” He slightly parted his exaggeratedly blood-red lips and uttered chilling words, his nasty mood remaining unchanged.

"...Then we'll have to move the entire family from the manor into the troupe, to be actors in the freak show!"

A faint, dim, grayish-yellow aura emanated from him, spreading with his emotional fluctuations. The freaks present immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling. Extreme fear poured over them like ice water, making them, who regarded ordinary people as meat to be eaten, feel the despair of being treated like ants.

The man in the hunting outfit's facial muscles twitched involuntarily. He lowered his head deeply, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, and a hint of regret flashed across his eyes.

"Fools blinded by desire, are you only now seeing the terrifyingly cruel and ruthless nature of the other party? From the moment you boarded that pirate ship, your fate as cannon fodder was sealed!"

He made a sarcastic comment, while the young man watching the show continued to observe the "replay".

After a moment's hesitation, in order to preserve the family bloodline, the man decided to offer up the prepared substitute.

“Actually, there’s another target that’s quite significant.” He gritted his teeth and stammered, “It’s a group of cultists who worship demons. Their inherited power should be able to meet your needs…”

"What are you dawdling for? Take me there right now!" His dark yellow eyes gleamed with an evil light, and with a casual gesture of his loose white gloves, two burly cannibalistic magicians, each as large as a small mountain of flesh, were lifted into the air and sucked into the ornate archway without any resistance.

"Respected Commander, please be patient," the man quickly explained.

“Unlike us, who have always stayed in the countryside, their family has the ability to exchange luck and wealth through sacrificial rituals. They are also very good at scheming and have become a prominent family in the area through long-term accumulation. They even have a state legislator who has some connections with the federal government. Taking action rashly might cause trouble.”

He fawned over her, his tone laced with malice.

“Our two families have known each other for over a hundred years and understand each other very well. They hold a secret ceremony every thirteen years or so. This time it happens to be around Christmas, and all members will be there. This way we can capture them all at once and prevent anyone from escaping and causing the news to leak.”

Faced with the pressure of KPIs imposed by his master, he decisively betrayed his once close family friend and exposed all of the other party's secrets.

With attention shifted to a new target, the uninvited guest ended his brief visit, turned and stepped into the spatial gate, disappearing into a vortex of hundreds of colorful streams of light.

A night breeze blew by, the charcoal fire crackled, and the three deformed cannibals stood bewildered and helpless.

It was as if the movie had reached its finale, the image had frozen, and then vanished like wisps of smoke.

Zhu Mingyao opened his eyes, looked up at the dirty ceiling, and his true qi surged around him, shaking off a wisp of spider web that had fallen.

“That makes sense. Judging from the traces at the scene, the cannibals have been entrenched there for at least six or seven years. How could those few unfortunate pedestrians in the abandoned vehicles outside possibly fill their stomachs? Someone must have been providing them with food.”

He wandered around for a bit, and unsurprisingly, found several buckets of unfinished flour and compressed biscuits in a corner of the storage room.

Thinking of the man called the clan leader, Zhu Mingyao clenched his right fist and gently pounded his palm.

Judging from what I've heard, these damned beasts are actually from a century-old establishment. In that case, I guess I'll reluctantly take on this burden...

Although their conversation didn't reveal the specific whereabouts of the "Horror Circus," it did provide enough information for him to deduce the next clue.

For now, let's clean up the mess first.