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The night was dark and the wind was high; the alley was deserted.

As Mu Yang approached his own courtyard, a soft, chewing sound, like that of a wild animal gnawing, came from inside.

Is that monster eating?

But what food could he possibly have in his yard?

Mu Yang frowned slightly, but his feet moved without hesitation. He circulated his qi and blood, using the "Three Breaths of Lightness" technique to lighten his body as he approached the low wall of the courtyard.

With a light leap, it silently reached the top of the wall.

The scene inside the courtyard that came into view made his pupils shrink suddenly.

In the center of the courtyard, a massive rat demon, even larger than the one he had killed the day before, was facing him, squatting on the ground, gnawing on a small piece of something as if it were a quail.

On the ground lay a small corpse with missing limbs.

That was the little boy next door who gave him the sesame seed cake yesterday and said with admiration that he wanted to become a constable.

At this moment, his face no longer held its usual bright smile; only the gushing blood, stained with terror and helplessness, pooled on the bluestone slab, forming a glaring red stain.

Watching Mu Yang jump onto the wall, Hui Er leisurely stuffed the last section of his forearm into his mouth, which was covered in blood and bits of flesh. His green eyes gleamed cruelly in the moonlight.

"The main character is finally back! I've been waiting for so long."

Haiji grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs: "This little thing has too little meat to eat, but now that you're here, it'll be enough for me to have a good meal."

Mu Yang's face was ashen, and he remained silent. The joy he had felt when he first smelled the demonic aura was gone from his calm, deep eyes.

The old constable once told him that being able to notice other people's pain is being observant; being able to feel other people's pain is being kind; but to take on other people's pain for yourself is pure foolishness.

In this cannibalistic world, you didn't bring this suffering upon yourself, so why are you so upset?

Instead of wasting time, it would be better to spend the money earned so that artisans at the bottom of society could afford to buy some charcoal to get through the winter.

Mu Yang understood all these principles.

But right now he's just upset and unhappy.

So now all he wants to do is beat this beast to death and make himself feel better!

Mu Yang threw away the roast chicken in his hand and drew the Imperial Feather Broadsword from his waist.

"You deserve to die!"

His voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Am I supposed to die?"

Gray Two stood up from the bluestone slab. He was taller than Gray Nine and Gray Five, standing a full ten feet tall.

A terrifying demonic aura began to rise continuously in the courtyard as he stood up.

"I think you deserve to die! Tonight, I'll use your head to pay tribute to my two dead brothers!"

With that, Haiji's thick lower limbs suddenly exerted force, and under the moonlight, the surrounding dark shadows seemed to come alive, converging into sharp claws as he pounced at lightning speed, and viciously attacked.

Demon Blood Spell: Shadow Strangulation!

When a person cultivates martial arts, reaching the third level allows them to nourish their blood and marrow, refining their entire body's skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow until they are fully integrated, reaching the limit of human strength.

When a demon reaches the third rank, it can also nourish its blood with demonic energy.

However, compared to human martial artists who simply increase their strength, demonic creatures, who are already incredibly powerful, have a very small chance of awakening the power hidden in their bloodline during this period.

This power is known as demon blood magic!

Haiji is one of the very few demons who are extremely lucky.

It possesses the power to manipulate shadows.

"Die!!"

Gray extended his dark claws, shrouded in shadow, and aimed straight at Mu Yang's chest.

A terrifying aura, murderous intent, and demonic energy rushed towards him. Anyone else would have been terrified by this stench, but Mu Yang remained calm.

Just as its sharp claws were about to touch Mu Yang's chest,

He moved!

"Light Body in Three Breaths," Three breaths to fullness!

Blood and qi circulated rapidly, and the light breathing suddenly became rough and heavy.

In an instant, Mu Yang went from extreme stillness to extreme speed.

His figure vanished from the top of the wall in an instant, so fast that even Haiji felt a blur before his eyes.

Almost simultaneously with dodging Gray Two's claws, Mu Yang appeared to his side, raising the Royal Feather Broadsword tightly in his hand high.

"Dragon Subduing and Tiger Taming Saber Technique" - Subduing Tiger and Dragon Style!

"Whoosh—!!"

The blade flashed, like a silver river falling from the heavens, carrying immense force as it slashed down fiercely at Haiji.

The sharp wind from the blade sent Haiji's soul tumbling out of his body.

That speed, that power, is this a rookie constable?

Despite being filled with surprise and doubt, Haiji didn't have time to think much. Almost subconsciously, he activated his demonic power, wanting to sneak into the shadows.

Unfortunately, even though he activated his demonic power at the fastest speed, he was still inevitably slashed by the blade.

The thick fur that was strong enough to withstand ordinary swords, spears, and halberds was like paper in front of the powerful third-tier Royal Feather Broadblade, and was cut and severed in an instant.

"ah--!!"

Under the moonlight, a cry of pain rang out, and along with it appeared a severed arm flying in mid-air.

"Third tier, and not just any ordinary third tier, it's at least late third tier, or even perfected! How is this possible?!"

Haiji emerged from the shadows in the corner of the yard, clutching his bleeding severed arm, his voice filled with horror.

It never imagined that an unknown constable would have the strength of a third-tier expert!

Moreover, both its strength and speed are far superior to its mid-stage third-tier body!

That old bastard Wang Rudong actually dared to lie to him! This guy isn't a newbie at all!

No, we can't win, we simply can't win, we have to retreat, we have to retreat immediately!

With this in mind, Haiji disregarded the pain of losing his arm, forcibly suppressed the demonic energy surging within him due to the injury, and unleashed the Shadow Spell with all his might.

The dark shadow beneath his feet surged again, like boiling water about to boil, gradually spreading from the soles of his feet.

However, at that moment...

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly cut through the silent night sky, making his eardrums ring.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

The long sword that had just severed his arm shot towards him like a silver lightning bolt, accompanied by a whistling sound.

The final move of "Hundred Shadows Flying Needles" - Yama's Roll Call!

That's right. In order to prevent him from running away, Mu Yang directly used the Hundred Shadows Flying Needle technique to throw the Royal Feather Broadblade in his hand.

With the strength of a single arm, he could wield the 300-pound broadsword with ease, making it feel as light as a flying needle.

"Bang!!"

The broadsword, like a spear, pierced through Haiji's abdomen, pinning him firmly to the ground, leaving a dense network of cracks that spread across the earth like a spiderweb.

"ah--!!!"

Haiji let out another piercing scream, and the Shadow Step he had just cast was forced to dissipate.

The force of the knife was so great that it almost shattered his internal organs, and the pain was so intense that he could barely open his eyes.

"Please...please, spare me...spare me..."

Seemingly genuinely experiencing the fear of death, Haiji wanted to beg for mercy.

But Mu Yang didn't want to hear it at all.

He strode over, his broad arms outstretched, and his powerful fingers suddenly shot out, grabbing Gray Two's thick neck.

Then, he clenched his fists with the other hand.

There are no boxing techniques or moves; it's just a matter of using the immense strength of the body to smash down.

"Bang-!"

With one punch, Haiji's right arm broke, and he howled in pain, begging to survive.

"Bang--!!"

Another punch, and Haiji's chest caved in, his eyes glazed over, and he was barely breathing.

"Bang---!!!"

Another punch, and Haiji's body convulsed, his eyes went limp, and his life force dissipated.

......

[Ding! Detected that the host has slain a Tier 3 Rat Demon. The equipment "Dragon Subduing Tiger Blade Technique" has met the conditions for permanent solidification. This equipment has been permanently solidified!]

[Ding! Detected that the host has slain a Tier 3 Rat Demon. The equipment "Hundred Shadow Flying Needles" has met the conditions for permanent solidification. This equipment has been permanently solidified!]

[Ding! Detected that the host has slain a Tier 3 Rat Demon. The Rat Demon Corpse (Tier 2) equipment meets the conditions for permanent solidification. This equipment has been permanently solidified!]

Current number of available equipment slots: 3

......

The sound of the equipment solidifying rang in Mu Yang's mind, but he was completely unaware of it, and just kept punching.

The dull thud echoed in the silent night.

Mu Yang only stopped slowly, panting heavily, after Haiji's head was smashed beyond recognition and shattered into pieces.

He drew the broadsword with feathers that had pierced through Gray Two and embedded itself in the ground, walked to the well in the courtyard, leaned against the cold stone wall, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

The moonlight was whiter than snow, but the courtyard was filthy.

In a daze, Mu Yang seemed to see the old constable push open the courtyard gate and walk towards him.

Mu Yang subconsciously narrowed his eyes before he could see clearly that the other party was not some old constable at all, but just Old Man Feng who sold pancakes next door.