I created a foundation

That was no sound a human could make; it was shrill, sharp, and filled with extreme pain and unspeakable madness.

The sound pierced the originally oppressive yet calm atmosphere in the banquet hall, like an icicle piercing everyone's eardrum.

The guests' conversations stopped abruptly.

The music seemed to be cut off by invisible hands.

Everyone's eyes, no matter how far or how high, were instantly focused on the old man curled up in the corner.

Elder Tsuchimikado.

This person, who is also a highly respected person in the other world, has nothing to do with the image of a "sage" at this moment.

He shot up from the cold carpet.

The speed of his movements was totally unlike that of a man over 70 years old. It was more like an enraged cheetah, full of primitive explosive power.

His face, originally as pale as paper, was now full of blue veins, as if countless twisted earthworms were crawling under his skin.

His eyes were no longer filled with fear and despair, but were completely filled with a terrifying scarlet color, flashing with the ferocity of a wild beast.

The corners of his mouth were stretched into a strange arc, and saliva mixed with blood foam dripped down his chin, leaving dark stains on his traditional hunting clothes.

"Ho... ho ho..."

A low, bestial growl emanated from his throat, no longer in any human language.

The people around, after the initial shock, subconsciously stepped back, their faces filled with horror.

No one understood what was happening.

Why did this elder of the Tsuchimikado family suddenly become like this?

He lunged forward.

The target was the man in a dark suit who was closest to him.

317 He was a cabinet minister who held a pivotal position in Japanese politics. At this moment, his face still showed the slight drunkenness from the banquet and the reserve of a superior.

He didn't even react.

Perhaps he thought it was just some sudden illness or a ridiculous joke.

Until the hot wind with a strong fishy smell hit my face.

Until those scarlet eyes were right in front of him.

"what……"

The Minister had only time to utter a short, strangled cry of surprise.

Elder Tsuchimikado, or rather, the "monster" that occupied the elder's body, opened his mouth.

The sharp teeth flashed a cold light under the reflection of the crystal chandelier.

"Pfft!"

A dull, teeth-grinding tearing sound was heard.

Warm liquid gushed out from Mr. Minister's neck with amazing force.

blood.

Like the most gorgeous red fountain, it blooms in the luxurious banquet hall.

Blood splattered.

It splashed all over the expensive custom suits of the people around him.

It was splashed with the gorgeous evening gowns carefully selected by the ladies.

It also splashed all over the Persian carpet on the ground, which was said to be very valuable.

The minister who was bitten suddenly stiffened.

He subconsciously stretched out his hands to cover the wound on his neck.

However, blood still gushed out wildly from between his fingers, staining his hands red, staining his white shirt red, and staining the air in front of him red.

The expression on his face quickly changed from initial astonishment to incredible horror, and finally froze in a gray and dejected state of life rapidly fading away.

"Uh...uh..."

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but only meaningless leaking sounds came out.

His body shook, and then he fell backwards softly as if all his bones had been pulled out.

"boom."

The sound was not too loud, but in the eerily silent banquet hall, it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The minister fell to the ground.

The carpet beneath him was stained with a rapidly spreading crimson color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dead silence.

The banquet hall fell into a suffocating silence that lasted for several seconds.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Only the gurgling blood was still silently telling the horrific scene that had just happened.

then.

"what--!"

A woman's scream, like the fuse that lit a barrel of explosives, tore through the silence.

Then came the second sound, the third sound...

There were the men's screams of terror, the clatter of tables and chairs being knocked over, and the sound of cups and plates breaking as they fell to the ground.

At this moment, all the sounds burst out like a surging tide, completely submerging the entire banquet hall.

"monster!"

"Killed!"

"Run!"

"Guards! Where are the guards?!"

panic.

Extreme panic spread among the crowd like a plague.

Those powerful and famous people who usually live a high and mighty life no longer care about their manners and decency.

Like a flock of frightened sheep, they screamed, pushed and shoved, desperately running away from the "monster".

Someone fell to the ground, but was ruthlessly trampled by the panicked people behind him.

Some people tried to hide under the table, but found that it was already crowded with shivering companions.

The luxurious crystal chandelier still emits brilliant light, illuminating this hell on earth.

The well-dressed gentlemen and ladies were now in a dishevel and looked extremely ugly.

The delicate makeup was washed away by tears and sweat.

Expensive clothing was torn and in disarray.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the scent of the women's expensive perfume, forming a disgusting and weird atmosphere.

And the source of all this chaos.

Elder Tsuchimikado.

He slowly raised his head.

His face and body were covered in warm blood, like a demon crawling out of hell.

He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth. His non-human eyes flashed with a chilling bloodthirsty light.

He seemed to enjoy the chaos and fear.

He looked around at the "prey" running away in all directions.

Everywhere I looked, the screams became more shrill.

No one dared to look him in the eye.

Even those gangsters who usually pride themselves on being daring and daring looked pale at this moment, wishing they could grow two more legs.

Several black-clad guards in charge of banquet security initially tried to step forward to stop it.

They pulled out the batons from their waists or took out the stun guns from their pockets.

However, when they saw the elder's inhuman appearance and the still twitching corpse at his feet, their courage quickly deflated like a punctured balloon.

One of the guards mustered up his courage and rushed forward, brandishing a baton.

The elder just waved his hand casually.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bone cracking sounded.

The guard let out a scream and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting the distant wall heavily and then sliding to the ground, his life or death unknown.

His baton had been twisted into a pretzel shape.

Seeing this, the other guards no longer dared to move forward. They retreated in a timid manner, issuing futile warnings.

"Don't move!"

"You are surrounded!"

However, these words have no meaning to a "monster" that has lost its mind, or in other words, is dominated by some more terrifying existence.

The elder took a deep breath, as if savoring the fragrance of fear in the air.

His red, bloodthirsty eyes slowly swept over the panicked crowd.

Finally, his eyes locked onto a noble lady not far away who was lying on the ground, unable to move due to excessive fear.

The noble lady was wearing an expensive purple evening gown, adorned with jewels, but at this moment she was in tears and her body was shaking like a leaf in the wind.