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Suddenly there was silence outside the door, and then with a "snap," a small section of the wooden door, which was four centimeters thick, was cleaved through by the kukri.

The woman with eyes could see it clearly; the wooden door wasn't solid wood, but rather made up of several layers of thin wooden planks. What a damned crooked merchant!

The kukri was twisted twice and pulled out, then with a "snap," another slash followed, and another, until a narrow hole was haphazardly hacked into the wooden door. Although it was only two or three centimeters wide, it was enough to see inside and out.

At this moment, Elena had already taken out the black paper dog that Zhao Hao had given her a long time ago from her wallet. But the Phantom Raven silently flew to the door.

Richard was excitedly approaching the hole in the door, pressing his face close to look into the room from the outside.

However, all that could be seen was blood red, with only three black objects resembling commas rotating within it.

"Ugh~~~ Ah!"

The three girls inside saw the phantom raven fly to the door, then turned to look outside, and then heard a shrill, inhuman scream coming from outside.

Richard thought he was immortal now, and that any injuries would be nothing more than entertainment, but he never expected to suffer such excruciating pain.

In that instant, he saw a sea of ​​hellfire, and in that instant, he felt the agony of being burned alive. Even his body was covered in severe burns.

If he weren't some kind of immortal being, he would have fallen into a deep coma and been seriously injured.

He covered his eyes and stumbled away, abandoning even his dog-leg knife.

Huan Ya turned to the three women and said, "If we can delay him for a while, I'll be there soon."

Elena held the somewhat listless Phantom Raven in her arms and gently wiped under its eyes. "Your eyes are bleeding!"

The Phantom Raven was, after all, merely a manifestation of Zhao Hao's mental fragments; this was already the strongest power it could wield.

"Release Little Black, and did you bring the lantern and Rupert's Tear that I gave you?" Phantom Raven asked.

"I carry them with me, I always carry them with me."

"That's good, I'm not too far away now."

However, Richard returned earlier than Zhao Hao had predicted.

Half of his body is now covered in bright red burn marks, and he experiences excruciating pain with any movement.

This was no ordinary injury; it was an illusion created by psionic energy. Even though he was now practically immortal, he wouldn't be able to recover for a while.

But pain is not unbearable for a pervert like him, a demon from hell; it can even be a catalyst!

By this time, his expression was contorted, his forehead bulged, his features were deformed, and his body shape had drastically changed. His legs began to bend backward, his arms grew longer, and his hands reached past his knees…

In his rage and carnage, he grew even closer to becoming a demon. Or rather, what was resurrected was not the murderer Richard, but a monster bearing Richard's name.

He quickly located two hiding students, strangled them to death with his bare hands, and then his burns seemed to have healed considerably. So he set out for revenge!

He picked up his kukri and began hacking at the broken wooden door with all his might. Even though the three women had moved the wardrobe over to block it, it was no use.

Richard's immense strength and madness shattered the wardrobe, and nearly half of the wooden door was gone, leaving a gaping hole through which Richard could have squeezed in.

But just as he was halfway in, Zalia rushed forward, swinging her stick in a wide arc and smashing it down hard on Richard's head with all her might.

The sound was dull and muffled, like rotten leather. Looking closer, the stick, which was only three centimeters in diameter, was broken!

Richard's head slammed heavily against the wooden cabinet, but he slowly raised his head and smiled nonchalantly.

How could such an attack possibly harm me? I am immortal now, invincible!

Clearly, he had forgotten his earlier injury; he got carried away! And when people get carried away, they're bound to suffer a setback!

The next instant, the black paper dog in Elena's hand suddenly pounced out, transforming into a giant black dog in mid-air and biting Richard's arm hard, then began to frantically shake its head and tear at it!

"Ah~~ Ah~~" Richard screamed again.

"Damn it! Fa Ke! Where did this dog come from? Why did it bite me?!"

He wanted to attack Xiao Hei with his kukri, but with half his body inside the doorway, he couldn't use it effectively.

Suddenly another dark shadow flashed before my eyes, and the next instant, my left eye was in excruciating pain, and half of my vision went black.

Although the phantom crow could no longer use magic for a short time, it pecked out one of his eyes.

Richard eventually managed to crawl in, his arm bitten off and unable to regenerate for a while, and one eye blinded. But this only enraged him further; relying on the fact that he wouldn't die, he stubbornly climbed in.

Elena and the other two huddled together, holding a pretty little lantern in her hand. It was the [Celestial Maiden Lantern] that Zhao Hao had obtained from a previous sign-in event. This item could prevent evil from invading within the range of its light.

Little Black has already perished. After all, it was an early work by Zhao Hao, a paper dog. It only had the strength of a Black Iron 1-star creature, and it fought to the death to protect its master, becoming a tattered paper dog lying on the ground.

Meanwhile, Phantom Crow observed from the corner of the cabinet. Zhao Hao decided that if it really came to the final moment, he would sacrifice his mental strength to unleash a spell to buy time. He was already very close.

Richard kept circling around the three-meter radius illuminated by the lanterns. He tried to force his way through, but the intense pain from the light was unbearable. Several times he tried to break through and almost touched the hem of the three people's clothes, but he always managed to escape by scrambling away, only to end up with injuries all over himself.

At this point, his skin was covered in festering sores, revealing his withered and stiff body underneath, as if another body was wrapped under human skin.

Zarya and Molly were so frightened that they were almost out of their minds and unable to control themselves. If they hadn't been holding Elena, they would have collapsed to the ground.

Richard now seems to be surrounded by an aura of fear, capable of severely damaging the minds of ordinary people.

Maintaining the [Celestial Lantern] consumes a considerable amount of spiritual energy, and Elena is, after all, only a newly awakened novice superhuman; she can't hold on for much longer.

She secretly touched the small pistol, about ten centimeters long, hidden in her sleeve. It was a gift from her brother, the dwarf Wally—a small psionic pistol.

If your psychic powers run out in the end, use your last bit of psychic power to try and shoot him!

Just then, there was a "thump" outside the door, and Zhao Hao kicked away the clutter at the doorway and walked in.

As he walked, he pulled out his gleaming, long-handled Dragon-Slaying Crescent Blade, saying, "Finally, I've cornered you, you bastard!"

As he spoke, he raised a blazing fire and cleaved Richard in two from head to toe with a single stroke!

Even the roof was affected, and was cut in two with a single stroke.

……

Zhao Hao comforted Elena while observing the other two girls who had already recovered somewhat.

He pulled a "pen-memory eraser" out of his pocket.

But to everyone's surprise, the bespectacled woman suddenly asked warily, "What is this? What do you want?"

Zhao Hao touched his nose somewhat awkwardly, "It's just a fountain pen, nothing more."

But Molly said, "I've collected a lot of urban legends, including one about a person in a black suit and sunglasses who erases people's memories with something that flashes like a pen! Could this be it?"

Zhao Hao's smile froze.

Which black-clad agent is so incompetent that they've created an urban legend!

But with over seven million people in Liberty City, there are no secrets that stay hidden forever!

Moreover, there have been many extraordinary events in the past six months. If you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet.

After all, paper can't contain fire.

But Zhao Hao never expected that this time it wasn't just the paper wrapping that caught fire; this time the fire was so big that the iron plate was red-hot!

Just like when Zhao Hao encountered another hook-wielding killer on the road, it turns out that the resurrected killers this time are not just one or two, but countless, and they are even being continuously resurrected.

Within days, legends of a murderer who had come back from the dead began to circulate throughout Liberty City, the entire East Coast, and the whole of America!

There's too much news, too many rumors, too many deaths, and too many people who've been through it all; it's impossible to keep it a secret any longer.

Chapter 243 Ten Consecutive Draws: Summoning Specialty?!

By the time the official rescue police arrived at Gem Lake camp, there were only seven survivors left in the camp, including Elena and her two companions.

Including the two team doctors and safety guides who had previously fallen for each other, the death toll has reached 31!

The deaths were all gruesome, and most of the bodies were hung up like dried meat. The sight made many police officers vomit on the spot.

Although the Mysterious Bureau has sent black-clad agents because of Zhao Hao, too many people have died.

This is more deadly than a typical mass shooting.

The local police station was in an uproar, with many officers stating that they "absolutely will not cooperate with these damned, mysterious organizations to cover up the news." And to make matters worse, tabloid reporters had already arrived in the middle of the night.

Zhao Hao ignored all of that and quickly left with Elena and the other two, leaving Colt to deal with the official matters himself.

I didn't expect it to be such a headache, the kind that makes my hair fall out.

In that one night, more than 20 heinous murders occurred in Liberty City and within a 100-kilometer radius, many of which were even serial killings, with five or six families in a community being wiped out overnight!

Most of these are extraordinary and unusual events. Eighteen of them have been confirmed as the crimes of notorious, now-dead murderers, serial killers, and psychopaths. Some of these serial killers liked to leave their distinctive characteristics after committing their crimes, while many others employed bizarre methods.

More than a hundred people also claimed to have witnessed murderers, whom they had seen on television and who had already been brought to justice, committing crimes.

Throughout the East Coast, countless cases have occurred, and countless resurrected murderous monsters are lurking in the shadows.

Even after powerful divination, the results showed that the killer's resurrection was still ongoing, not only on the East Coast, but also in many states on the West Coast and inland!

In other words, the "resurrection ceremony" is not over yet; in fact, it has grown even larger.

On the third day, Colt personally led several superhumans to raid the basement of the small cult that was holding the ritual, only to find the broken ritual and the group members turned into mummies.

They dabbled in rituals they did not understand and had no control over. After the rituals "went out of control," they were all drained of their spirituality, their souls annihilated, and they were completely reduced to ashes.

But now, the "ritual" continues, the resurrection goes on. The ritual has become some abstract behavior and concept, and those who are killed are sacrifices.

How do we stop this damn ritual now?

……

Zhao Hao was unaware that Colt had gone bald; he was driving a pickup truck with the three women back to Liberty City.

The girl with glasses was very quiet on the road, but every time she looked at Zhao Hao in the rearview mirror, she had a wary look in her eyes, as if she was afraid that Zhao Hao would erase her memory at any time.

Meanwhile, the tomboy Zarya's eyes were practically glowing with envy as she looked at Zhao Hao, and she secretly asked Elena, "Can I have such a strong boyfriend? I'd like to share him!"

Elena thus mastered the principle of "protection against theft and daughters" without any formal instruction.

Zhao Hao, on the other hand, had already made up his mind on the bus that he would go back and give Elena special training, not the kind of "special training" he used to give, but real special training.

I didn't want her to have too much contact with the underworld because it's too dangerous.

After all, the extraordinary will gravitate towards the extraordinary, and psychic energy will attract psychic energy. If you get too involved, you can forget about leaving the underworld.

But that's not possible now. The world is in such a mess now; you can sit at home and trouble will come from nowhere.

Now we must have the ability to protect ourselves; being able to dance and being understanding is not enough. Doing the 188th set of broadcast gymnastics can only improve physical fitness, but it is far from sufficient.

And that grandson of a bitch, when exactly will he awaken his psychic powers?

Now he's the only one who isn't a superhuman, isn't that embarrassing? If all else fails, maybe we should try to provoke him ourselves?

Zhao Hao thought of the anime he had watched before, where the fear between life and death usually stimulated potential.