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Quietly approaching the vicinity of the workshop, Zhu Mingyao found an obstacle and crouched behind it. He first directed the ghostly soldiers hovering above him to scout out the terrain.

Through the eyes of the ghost soldiers, the workshop's courtyard was only the size of four or five basketball courts, with abandoned factory buildings taking up more than half of it. The machines in the factory buildings had long been removed, and the workshop doors had also disappeared, leaving only empty, rusty iron skeletons and a pile of garbage.

Another building in the courtyard is a three-story blue and white building, probably used by the staff in the past, so the materials used are quite solid. Although the paint on the walls has cracked and peeled off due to wind and sun, exposing the cement bricks underneath, it is still relatively intact overall.

The windows of the small building had been blackened with some kind of paint, so no light could be seen inside. However, with the Yin soldiers' ability to sense living things, Zhu Mingyao could vaguely sense that there was more than one person moving inside, which should be the kidnappers' lair.

Zhu Mingyao directed the ghost soldiers to circle the small building and try to descend to the rooftop. Just as they were about to touch the rooftop, Zhu Mingyao suddenly felt a warning. With a thought, the ghost soldiers abruptly stopped at the edge of the rooftop.

He lay prone in the weeds outside the wall, using his Qi Observation Technique to examine the area closely. He saw a faint layer of distorted light in the void, as if a semi-circular glass bowl had been inverted over the entire third floor.

"Those two guys in the car just now, although they had strong auras, they hadn't exceeded the limits of ordinary people, so they shouldn't be able to create such a barrier. It seems there's another powerful one inside the building!"

Zhu Mingyao thought for a moment, then transformed the Yin soldier into a small paper figure wrapped in a hazy shadow, and slipped it through a crack in the first-floor window.

With his vision shifting between darkness and light, Zhu Mingyao, whose consciousness was focused on the ghostly soldiers, was slightly surprised when he saw the scene before him clearly.

Unlike the dilapidated appearance of the building's exterior, the interior was not only quite clean but also had a touch of luxury.

In this room, which is clearly used as a living room, the floor is covered with a thick, handmade plush carpet. The carpet is richly colored and gorgeous, and the various flowers embroidered on it are incredibly lifelike and of high value. The large, black, semi-circular leather sofa is spotless. On the TV cabinet directly opposite the sofa is a large-screen plasma TV that was only introduced in the year 2000. Two huge gilded copper vases are casually placed in the corner.

Such lavish furnishings are rare even in ordinary middle-class families in the Federal Republic. Keep in mind that this is only 2001, and that newly launched plasma TV alone would cost at least three thousand gold dollars!

The average monthly salary of ordinary wage earners is only around 1,500 yuan, and not many people would spend extra money just to make the program clearer.

Zhu Mingyao manipulated the Yin soldiers, who had shrunk into tiny balls, to hide in the shadows under the cabinet by the wall, cautiously peering out.

Two tall, strong, brown-skinned men were sitting huddled on a small wooden stool behind the sofa, chatting in a language the boy couldn't understand.

"Judging from their aura, these are the two guys in the car. They're long-armed, long-legged, and muscular, so they must be skilled fighters. They might even know some magic. But they don't even dare to sit on the sofa. It seems their master has very strict rules." Zhu Mingyao thought to himself.

"But what about the kidnapped victim?" The boy looked around but couldn't find the woman.

Just as he was about to command the ghost soldiers to sneak out of the living room and search other rooms, "Ding ding ding!" A doorbell on the wall rang with a clear sound.

The two burly men, who were chatting animatedly, suddenly turned serious, stood up together, and quickly walked out of the living room.

Unbeknownst to them, a small, shadowy figure stealthily followed not far away along the baseboard.

"They only renovated a few rooms, but didn't touch the corridor, which means they just moved in. Who is this newcomer? So arrogant, daring to use magic to kidnap people on the street at this time of day. Don't they know the Special Investigation Bureau is in a bind lately? They should deal with the offenders to the death!"

Watching the two men pull open an iron door, carry the unconscious young woman out of the underground storage room, and then turn and walk towards the stairs.

The two burly men continued walking up to the third floor, where they stopped at the door of a large room and respectfully called out in a low voice.

An impatient reply came from inside the house. One of the two burly men took out a string of prayer beads from his pocket and waved it. The transparent magical barrier that covered the entire third floor became slightly visible, and a crack taller than a person appeared at the door of the main room.

The two men carried the woman through the door and went inside. The crack in the barrier closed immediately, and at the last moment, a barely perceptible shadow rolled in along the ground.

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Chapter 52 Evil Sacrifice

The room on the third floor looked very spacious. All the wooden partitions on the entire third floor, except for the load-bearing columns and walls, had been removed, and several offices had been merged into one large hall.

Unlike the style of the first floor, there is no luxurious decoration here. In the empty hall, apart from a few tables and chairs against the wall, there is only a large round table in the center, on which is placed a ferocious indigo statue more than three feet tall.

Why do statues give the impression of being worshipped rather than merely displayed? That's naturally due to the objects placed at their feet:

A bare bowl filled with a dark red liquid made from a human skull!

Two bull heads, seemingly cut off not long ago and still dripping with blood, stood on either side, their eyes wide and tongues sticking out!

A bone flute inlaid with gold and silver, with a dull yellow color and a material that looks highly suspicious!

More importantly, the young female corpse lying in front of the table had a large gash cut in her throat and had clearly lost all signs of life!

Even to the most layman, this would clearly appear to be some kind of evil sacrificial ritual.

Two burly, brown-skinned men put the unconscious young woman down from their shoulders and bowed respectfully to a man sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The man on the ground looked to be in his thirties or forties, with deep-set eyes, dark skin, a flat nose, thick lips, and a lean physique. He seemed to have some Southeast Asian ancestry. He was sitting cross-legged, his upper body naked, with only a bloodstained white cloth wrapped around his waist, except for the dark gold pendant hanging around his neck.

He glanced at his two subordinates with his eyelids, waved his hand lazily, and said something.

The two burly men remained bowed and obediently retreated to the wall.

The dark-skinned, thin man stood up, took two long strides, and walked to the female corpse. He pulled out a double-headed scimitar with a handle and two sharp blades in the middle, shaped like an elongated S, from under the round table, and slashed it hard between the corpse's chest and abdomen!

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the young woman's pale skin, the yellowish fat layer, and the light red muscle texture. With a twist and a pry, it severed her ribs, revealing her no-beating heart.

The owner of the heart stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, seemingly unable to understand why his young life had ended there, even until the moment he left this world.

However, the murderer who killed her did not care about the victim's doubts. He simply used the blade to lightly sever the blood vessels connecting the organs, and with his other hand, he reached out and grabbed the dark red heart.

Watching the thick, congealed blood dripping from the heart in his hand onto the floor, the dark-skinned, thin man remained unconcerned, a cold and arrogant smile on his face—an expression only those long accustomed to positions of power, those who hold the power of life and death, would habitually wear.

Inside the hall, a thin, dark-skinned man smiled—a cold, arrogant smile mixed with a hint of satisfaction.

Outside the courtyard wall, Zhu Mingyao was also smiling—a chilling and ruthless smile, tinged with anger.

When Zhu Mingyao saw the scene inside the house through the hidden ghost soldiers, he knew that this matter was unlikely to end well.

If, as I had originally planned, I had first notified the police and asked them to contact the official authorities, I probably would have only been able to collect the bodies of the kidnapped victims when I returned.

Furthermore—the ghostly soldier lurking inside the house shifted his perspective, looked at the young woman's face filled with despair and fear, and the boy gritted his teeth.

In my past life, I was just an ordinary, cowardly person, but a few remnants of passion remained in my heart.

Since I have the destiny to step into the extraordinary realm in this life, how can I stand by and watch someone die? Why should I be a coward?

Having made his decision, Zhu Mingyao didn't delay any longer. He moved gently, retreating instead of advancing, and in one breath, he withdrew twenty or thirty meters away, hiding in the shadow of a half-abandoned billboard beside the dirt road, and began to cast a spell on himself.

As the boy prepared his spells, he quickly recalled the layout of the hall and searched his memory for similar information.

"The statue wears a golden skull crown, is indigo in color, has bulging eyes and a large mouth, and rides a black water buffalo. However, it does not hold a white bone staff, but a golden hammer. This design is somewhere between the Yama, the king of death in Tantric Buddhism, and the Yama, the god of death in Brahmanism. It should be a similar variant."

"Slaughtering a bull for blood offerings doesn't make them orthodox Brahmins; they must be some heretical sect..."

"These people look a bit like Southeast Asians from around here. They've probably come from there. We need to prepare some purification and exorcism rituals later, and be careful of black magic like curses..."

Just as Zhu Mingyao was pondering his next tactic, the ghostly soldiers in the room sent back new images.

...The dark-skinned, thin man brandished a double-headed horn-bladed sword in the air with one hand, while cradling the heart in the other. He stood on one foot, humming along with the rising and falling notes of his mouth, and began to dance wildly.

"Lizhahe, honk, yanmokssa..." Accompanied by an incomprehensible curse, the heart held in the hands of the dark-skinned, thin man also began to change.

The heart, which had been a dead piece of flesh, began to throb and pulsate slightly, and the amplitude increased. After a few breaths, it seemed to have reached a certain critical point and suddenly froze. Then, like melted wax, it turned into a lump of blackish-red bloody flesh, which floated in the man's palm!

Even though the ghost soldiers had no sense of smell, Zhu Mingyao could guess from the scene just how nauseating the smell was in the hall.

The dark-skinned, thin man involved seemed unconcerned, instead looking with satisfaction at the unidentifiable object in his palm before tossing it into the skull bowl on the table.

The flesh and blood were quickly assimilated into the dark red liquid in the bowl the moment they came into contact with it, instantly merging into it. It seemed that the whole bowl was filled with this kind of filth.

Putting down the double-headed ox-horn knife and picking up the human skull bowl, the dark-skinned, thin man extended his right index finger, dipped it in the liquid in the bowl, and flicked it a few times in all directions before pouring it into the mouth of the Yama statue.

The black and red filthy blood fell, but not a drop spilled. A dark light rippled on the statue, and it drank it all down as if it were a living person, with even a faint swallowing sound.

After consuming the sacrificial blood offered by the dark-skinned man, the statue emitted a blood-red aura. The next moment, the aura turned dark gray, and then blood red. These two colors of light alternated and gradually mixed together, transforming into a chaotic color filled with filth.

At this moment, the dark-skinned, thin man clasped his hands together and bowed reverently to the statue. Then, he opened his mouth and inhaled deeply, and the chaotic color swirling around it transformed into a stream of light, continuously flowing into his mouth.

As the spiritual light was swallowed, the dark-skinned, thin man closed his eyes tightly, his expression one of joyful intoxication, while his muscles twitched and spasmed violently, as if he were simultaneously experiencing supreme pleasure and pain.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, took the wet towel offered by his subordinate, wiped the foul-smelling sweat that had just seeped from his body, picked up the double-headed bull horn knife again, pointed it at the white woman who had been kidnapped that night, and shouted.

Two burly men rushed forward, first dragging away the body, and then carrying over the young white woman who was still unconscious.

Upon receiving the live footage from the ghostly soldiers, Zhu Mingyao's heart tightened.

He had already scaled the workshop wall and was preparing to sneak into the small building. Seeing the urgency of the situation inside, he abandoned his plan to secretly break the barrier, drew his peach wood staff, pointed it at the third floor, and chanted urgently:

"The Supreme Lord Laozi is present in all directions..."

He's going to launch a direct, forceful attack!

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Chapter 53 Raid

Inside the third-floor lobby, a thin, dark-skinned man was using a double-headed bull horn knife to tear open the top of the unconscious woman's clothes at his feet.

Looking at her fair, high breasts and youthful, pretty face, the man's movements slowed down. His body, which had just finished practicing the exercises and was thriving, suddenly felt a bit hot.

He licked his lips, thinking to himself that perhaps he didn't need to waste it like this, and could "use" it once first, and then use it again later.

Just as the dark-skinned, thin man was having wicked thoughts, the woman lying at his feet let out a soft moan, slowly waking up from her unconsciousness.

The man frowned, raised his foot, and was about to kick her unconscious again.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

With a "hum!" sound, the void-colored barrier protecting the entire third floor trembled and was revealed, its light flickering and quivering.

who!

The dark-skinned, thin man looked up in shock and anger. The commotion he had just witnessed was clearly the sound of someone casting a spell to attack!

He instantly forgot his lustful thoughts, kicked the woman who was struggling to get up, causing her to vomit blood and roll to the corner, then slammed the double-headed ox-horn knife in his hand into the ground.

He then intertwined his ten fingers, forming a void net seal. Inexplicable auras immediately emerged from the hand seal and entered the surrounding area, resisting the incoming curse power.

With another hum, a faint shadowy figure silently flew out from behind the fluorescent light tube on the ceiling.

The phantom grew larger with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a Western knight shimmering with spiritual light, clad in steel armor, raising a greatsword and slashing down at the dark, thin man!

The dark-skinned, thin man was concentrating on casting a spell and maintaining the barrier when he was caught off guard by this sneak attack. He didn't react until the sword was right in front of him, and it was too late to defend himself. He could only let out an angry roar and roll to the side.

Without the man's presence, the barrier trembled violently, as if emitting a faint shattering sound, before disappearing completely.

The next moment, several windows on the wall of the hall facing the courtyard burst open at the same time, the blackened glass shattering into countless fragments. In one of the windows, a swift figure rushed in, enveloped in the night wind!

Upon seeing someone intrude, the dark-skinned, thin man reacted swiftly, raising his hand to unleash an invisible wave to block the pursuit of the sword-wielding Yin soldiers, while his other hand reached for the double-headed ox-horn knife stuck in the ground.

But the ones who reacted even faster than him were the two brown-skinned, burly men who had been standing with their hands down in the corner, completely invisible!

Before the figure even landed, two burly men silently attacked from the left and right, with the speed of a gust of wind and the speed of lightning. Their four large hands crossed up and down, their bodies bent and slanted, as they pounced on the person in an extremely strange posture!

The figure was still in mid-air, with no way to gain leverage. He could only barely twist his body to avoid being caught by a few inches. Unexpectedly, the two strong men shook their shoulders and their arms stretched out several inches as if they had no bones, grabbing him right in the process!

Once they had a hold on the figure, the two instantly changed tactics. One grabbed the figure's neck and shoulder blades and pressed down, while the other grabbed the figure's waist and ribs and pulled horizontally. At the same time, their legs wrapped around the figure like four pythons and twisted it mercilessly!

A crisp "crack!" was heard!