Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Master Yan took a deep breath. Although the air he inhaled was filled with the smell of blood, he forced himself to calm down.

"This evil spirit... is indeed extremely ominous. Ordinary methods will probably not be able to subdue it."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the officers present, and continued, "However... you are all veterans who have been to the battlefield, right?"

Everyone nodded.

"That's good."

Master Yan forced a smile onto his face and spoke nonsense in a serious tone, "People who have served in the military all have a kind of fierce aura that has been baptized by blood and fire on the battlefield. This fierce aura is extremely yang and strong, and it is what evil spirits fear the most."

He pointed to the blood and flesh scattered on the ground: "This is why this evil spirit is so cruel. It uses extreme brutality to cover up its control over the malevolent energy on you."

Master Wang immediately responded, speaking very quickly, as if reciting a memorized text:

"Old Yan is right. Think about it, hundreds or thousands die every minute on the battlefield, so why are there no evil spirits born?"

That's because there are far too many people who are more ferocious than evil spirits and malevolent energy.

As soon as evil spirits take shape, they are struck by the malevolent magnetic field emanating from these people, instantly annihilating them in their infancy.

He became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he were trying to convince others, or perhaps himself: "So, everyone, don't be afraid, let's all come together."

As long as we gather together, the malevolent energy on our bodies will form a 'yang energy barrier,' and the evil yin energy will never dare to approach."

These words sound very plausible and convincing.

And, it actually sounds... kind of reasonable?

At least, those police officers who were originally pale with fright and trembling with fear now had a renewed sense of courage in their eyes.

They are not afraid of the dead.

I've seen it all on the battlefield.

Most of them crawled out of piles of dead bodies.

The fear of the unknown is the most terrifying.

Now that the two masters have given them this "education," they feel a little more at ease. It turns out that even evil spirits are afraid of them.

So the "Yang Sha Qi" on them was so powerful?

No wonder the evil spirits splashed these filthy things on them; they were trying to suppress their yang energy.

"Captain Qin," a veteran officer began, his voice still trembling slightly, but much calmer, "so... what do we do now?"

Looking at the blood and flesh scattered on the ground, and at the two "masters" trying to remain calm, Qin Ming didn't entirely believe them.

But since things have come to this, we have no choice but to believe it.

He may not believe it, but everyone else must.

"Everyone, let's go together," he said in a deep voice, raising his pistol. "Director Yang might be upstairs. Be careful and keep formation."

"yes!"

The officers regrouped, and although they were still pale, their hands holding their guns were much steadyer.

They carefully stepped up the stairs, their feet splattered with blood.

Each step he took landed on bits of flesh and blood, making a "plop plop" sound.

The stairs were covered with marks of chopping, gaps left by axes striking the steps and dents left by axes striking the iron handrails.

And there were deep, bloodstained scratches on the wall.

These traces silently tell of how tragic and desperate scenes once took place here.

Just as they reached the corner of the stairs, the three officers at the front suddenly stopped.

They seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying; their bodies froze on the spot, their eyes fixed on the ceiling, their faces instantly turning ashen.

The officers behind them also stopped and looked up, following their gaze.

Then, everyone was stunned.

A person is hanging from the third floor.

No, that can no longer be called a "person".

That's Factory Director Yang.

He was suspended in mid-air by a thick hemp rope, his waist encircled by the rope, his body hanging limply.

All five limbs were gone.

Only the bald head and torso remained, like a large tree with its branches cut off.

But he is still alive.

Its eyes were half-open, and its mouth was stuffed with something, so it could only make muffled whimpering sounds.

Factory Director Yang's body was twitching slightly. With each twitch, the rope tightened, making his face contort even more from suffocation.

Even more terrifying was that six wild dogs were surrounding him.

The eyes of the six stray dogs gleamed with greed and ferocity as they lowered their heads and frantically licked the flesh and blood on the ground, the flesh and blood that had fallen from Director Yang's body.

A dog was chewing on a piece of thigh, making a crunching sound.

Another dog was licking the pool of blood on the ground, its tongue curling up the dark red liquid.

There was even a dog that jumped up and tried to bite Director Yang's dangling, still bleeding severed limb.

"This...this..."

A young police officer's voice trembled, and he could barely speak.

Qin Ming also witnessed this scene.

He suppressed the shock and nausea in his heart and said in a deep voice, "Show no mercy, shoot these beasts to death. They ate these... They can't be spared."

Before he finished speaking, the six stray dogs seemed to sense the danger.

They suddenly raised their heads and looked down at the police officers below the stairs.

His eyes gleamed with ferocity, he bared his teeth, and let out a low growl.

Its back fur stood on end, its body arched, and it assumed an attack stance.

Then, almost simultaneously, the six dogs shot towards the officers at the bottom of the stairs like six arrows.

"shot!!"

Qin Ming roared.

"Bang bang bang bang bang——!!"

Gunfire erupted instantly.

Bullets whistled through the narrow stairwell, hitting the walls, handrails, and floor, sending up sparks and debris.

The screams of wild dogs, gunshots, and shouts of police officers mingled together, creating a deafening cacophony.

The chaos lasted less than a minute.

All six stray dogs lay dead in pools of blood.

Their bodies were riddled with bullet holes, and blood gushed from the bullet holes, mixing with the existing bloodstains on the ground, making them indistinguishable from each other.

The gunfire stopped.

The stairwell was quiet again.

Only the strong smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air.

Qin Ming, panting heavily, looked at the dead stray dogs on the ground, then looked up at Director Yang, who was hanging in mid-air.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Factory Director Yang...

Missed.

The thick hemp rope was still hanging there, and the loop was still swaying slightly.

But the rope loop was empty.

Director Yang, who was just hanging in mid-air, on the verge of death, simply vanished into thin air.

Where are they?!

"It was just here!" Wang Gang shouted. "I saw it with my own eyes."

"search!"

Qin Ming gritted his teeth, "Search quickly! He must still be nearby!"

The officers rushed up to the third floor and into the fourth floor, searching each house one by one.

But there was nothing there.

There was no body of Director Yang.

There was no blood.

There were no signs of dragging.

The windows inside the house were intact and locked from the inside, showing no signs of damage.

Director Yang seems to have vanished into thin air.

Disappeared.

Vanished without a trace.

Qin Ming stared at the empty hemp rope, at the blood and gore and the dead dogs scattered on the ground, at the horrifying bloodstains on the walls and floor…

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

It's always like this.

Vanished into thin air.

Just like those previous cases.

Just like Jia Zhangshi.

This evil spirit...

Just how terrifying is it?

Meanwhile, the two "masters" were in the corner, their faces pale, their lips trembling, and their eyes filled with undisguised fear.

Qin Ming said in a deep voice, "Seal off the scene, notify the forensic doctor, or better yet, let the forensic doctor come and collect the body... Well, damn it, there's no body at all. Let's seal off the scene first."

He paused, then looked at the empty rope: "It's a pity these six stray dogs are yellow, not black. Take them all back for an extra meal tonight."

"Master Yan, Master Wang, look, there's an evil spirit here..."