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More than an hour later.

Inside the Xue family's cellar.

The scene has been cordoned off, and all police officers have left, leaving only twenty-six skeletons lying quietly in their original positions, untouched by anyone.

In the dim light, two figures stood silently, a man and a woman.

However, compared to ordinary people, both of them are far more physically imposing.

His posture was upright, and his muscle lines undulated like mountains in the dim light, silently exuding a repressive aura.

At this moment, the woman in the black leather coat squatted down, her gaze falling on the pile of white bones at her feet.

On the ground, dried, blackened bloodstains meandered and twisted, strung together to form a bizarre flame pattern, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

"This is a blood sacrifice cultivation method from ancient techniques."

Her voice was low.

"Judging from the style of the runes, they should be traces left by the Purification Cult."

"The Pure Fire Cult? The one that was wiped out forty years ago?"

Upon hearing this, the man standing nearby frowned slightly.

"good."

The woman nodded.

"The Purifying Fire Cult was one of the few old magic sects that were not completely eradicated after the 'War of Annihilation of Magic'."

She paused, her tone carrying a hint of coldness.

"If this were in the past, it might have posed some threat."

But now, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has long been exhausted. Apart from those evil spells that rely on blood sacrifices and lifespans to perform, most of the old spells have long lost their effectiveness.

Even those who practice old techniques will gradually weaken, eventually becoming no different from ordinary people.

The man was silent for a moment before speaking: "In that case, we must find that person as soon as possible. He may have obtained the old techniques left behind by the Pure Fire Sect."

"Things aren't that simple."

The woman stood up, her gaze serious.

"It is highly likely that it was done by someone who is also a member of the Pure Fire Cult."

"Moreover, it was no accident that the Pure Fire Cult was able to survive the encirclement and suppression by the various clans back then."

Even those evil spells with serious side effects would be extremely troublesome if we were to become tainted by them, which is what makes old spells so terrifying.

This matter involves many people; we should report it first and avoid putting ourselves in danger.

The man nodded and said no more.

……

The incident in Wulin Village was extremely serious and quickly attracted widespread attention.

The murder of Xue Hai's family was not the most horrifying aspect of this incident.

What is truly shocking is the family's outwardly virtuous but inwardly heinous crimes.

Investigations revealed that they had long used various means to abduct young women and children, imprisoning, abusing, and even brutally murdering them; this behavior appeared to be part of some kind of cult ritual.

The cruelty of their methods and the heinousness of their actions are appalling.

If this case had not come to light, these crimes would have remained undiscovered for who knows how long.

It is even highly likely that the truth will never be revealed.

Within a single day, the news spread far and wide, and numerous media outlets rushed to report on it.

However, soon after, the related publicity seemed to be deliberately suppressed, and the hype gradually cooled down.

In addition, there is another reason.

The police quickly identified the suspect as a long-time fugitive murderer with a long history of crimes.

After all, according to the villagers, the perpetrator did not make any attempt to conceal his actions, and many villagers saw him.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the police quickly tracked down to this point.

Only the fugitive, whose whereabouts were unknown, knew the truth.

He knew he had suffered an immense injustice.

Unfortunately, despite all the grievances, he was unable to appear and defend himself.

Because of his criminal record, he was destined to be executed by firing squad even if he was proven not to have done it once he was exposed.

So he could only swallow this heavy burden of blame with resentment.

Since the result is the same anyway, it's like having too many lice and not being afraid of being bitten.

……

In Yunzhou City, the night was as dark as ink.

As the city on the border of the State of Yu.

It has always been a place where all sorts of people gather, and smuggling and black market activities are rampant, making the city even more chaotic at night.

"Wait a minute, I'll make you have a blast."

"Oh, come on, what's the rush?"

"whee!"

In the dimly lit alley, the suggestive laughter sounded particularly jarring.

A man with dyed yellow hair and wearing a floral shirt, with two heavily made-up women on his left and right arms, staggered toward the cheap hotel at the alley entrance.

Step, step.

The dull sound of footsteps echoed through the alley.

Just then, a man in a black overcoat and wearing a baseball cap walked over.

Because of the lighting, only the hard lines of his jaw were visible.

Just as the two groups were about to pass each other.

puff!

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh suddenly rang out.

In that instant, all sound ceased.

The blond-haired man and the two women froze, their eyes wide with extreme terror.

The next second, their bodies were torn apart as if by an invisible force, neatly split open, the cuts as smooth as mirrors, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the dirty ground red.

The man in the black trench coat didn't stop; he continued forward.

Just then.

laugh--!

A sharp whistling sound, as if tearing through the air, suddenly pierced the silence.

The man stopped abruptly, and his hands, which had been hanging at his sides, suddenly emerged from his wide sleeves, his fingers slightly spread.

next moment.

A cluster of sparks exploded in his palm.

Clang.

A dull thud was heard as metal fell to the ground.

A twisted and deformed warhead rolled to the ground.

Between the man's fingers, several nearly transparent threads swirled and moved like living things, gleaming with a chilling light.

Then the silk thread quietly retracted into the sleeve, as if it had never appeared at all.

He slowly raised his face.

A slightly thin face was revealed in the dim light.

The most striking feature was the white flame pattern on his forehead, which exuded an eerie and dangerous aura.

His gaze shifted to one side.

A slender figure appeared at the top of that gray-white utility pole, holding a gun.

"Bai Ling, do you want to die?"

The man spoke, his voice icy.

"Just kidding, don't be so serious."

The woman named Bai Ling chuckled softly.

She wore a white mask on her face, and her skin was extremely pale.

She put away her pistol.

The figure leaped down, moving as lightly as a cat, without making a sound.

His gaze swept over the three corpses beside him.

"The world is corrupt, and this kind of killing is only a temporary solution. Besides, aren't you afraid of being discovered by those guys for killing ordinary people so casually?"

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things!"

The man said coldly.

"If there's a next time, I'll kill you."

"Alright, Tailfire, I've come to see you on important business this time."

Sensing the murderous intent rising from the other person, she stopped smiling and became more serious, because she knew that this madman would really attack her.

Although she wasn't afraid, there were still important matters that couldn't be delayed.

"The woman who stole the 'Qing Nang Fragment' has been found. The cult leader has ordered us to bring it back."

As she spoke, she took out a black token and tossed it over.

"The cult leader?"

The man in black, also known as Wei Huo, moved his eyes and reached out to take the token from Bai Ling's hand.

Feel the powerful energy above.

A deep sense of apprehension flashed in his previously calm eyes.

"Since it is the leader's order, I shall obey it."

The words fell.

A night breeze blew by, and the two figures, along with the twisted and deformed bullet on the ground, all vanished.

All that remained was a pile of minced meat on the ground and the lingering smell of blood in the air.