Zhou Yuanjue's Spirit continued to expand, and the Flaming Giant Bird behind him grew larger and larger. His formidable Spirit suddenly tore a tiny opening in the surface of the struggling black mist.
Through this minuscule opening, Zhou Yuanjue caught a glimpse of the scene within the black mist.
Reflected in his Spirit was a field of darkness, from which a pale face slowly erged.
Its skin was covered in wrinkles, and vicious fangs jutted from its mouth. Sparse, ssy auburn hair was draped over its head, and its eyebrows were the sa color. The entire face was filled with a terrifying and savage quality that could strike fear into one's heart.
The face had three eyes, all of which were shut tight, as if it were in a deep sleep.
This appearance instantly reminded Zhou Yuanjue of the portraits of Demons, which were said to exist only in myths and legends, that he had seen in paintings on religious artifacts during his ti as a teacher.
Just then, as if it had sensed his prying gaze, the three closed eyes on the terrifying face snapped open.
Its eyeballs bulged, its pupils a vivid red.
Zhou Yuanjue instantly felt an imnse will wash over him, violently shaking his Spirit. It created a crack in his spiritual blockade, causing the Flaming Giant Bird to freeze.
SWOOSH!
The black shadow seized the opportunity, broke free from the giant bird's sharp beak, and plunged into the shadows of the night, vanishing without a trace.
About half a second later, Zhou Yuanjue finally recovered from the shockwave.
'Such strong ntal Power... It seems to be suppressed by sothing. Once triggered, the will of an ordinary Martial Artist wouldn't stand a chance...'
Zhou Yuanjue stood rooted to the spot, his mind replaying the image of the face that so closely resembled those in ancient mythological paintings.
"A Ghost God?"
Zhou Yuanjue couldn't be entirely sure of the thing's true identity. He only knew that in thousands of years of human history, this probably wasn't the first ti such an abnormal spiritual entity had appeared.
"Ancient civilizations, heroic epics, myths and legends..."
His expression grew increasingly calm.
'Abnormal spiritual entities that can only be observed and captured through the Spirit. The sudden appearance of individuals who have broken through human limitations, possessing strange physical abilities. And the Donghua higher-ups, uncharacteristically holding this massive event that's sweeping the nation's Martial Arts Realm, despite the risk of social unrest.'
'It all connected. He could almost see a tide that would sweep over the era, slowly but surely surging forward.'
'I wonder what the future will look like.'
He drew his Spirit inward, his mind becoming as clear and steady as a brightly burning candle, unshaken by any secret or piece of information.
No matter how the tis changed, the Martial Dao would always be his only path. Nothing could sway him from it.
After confirming that the man in glasses and Wells were completely dead, he checked on the fallen villa bodyguards.
Unfortunately, of the five bodyguards, three had been too close to Wells, the source of the infrasound. Their internal organs were severely damaged by the resonance and they were beyond saving.
The remaining two were luckier; they were still breathing.
For ordinary people, Wells's special ability was indeed a terrifying superweapon. If he were allowed to use it freely in a densely populated city, he could injure thousands of people in a short ti.
He entered the villa and found Lu Ming passed out on the living room sofa. Being farther from the sound source, he hadn't suffered much damage.
Next, he went to Li Qingxuan's room, kicked the door open, and saw her passed out in front of her vanity. She was wearing only her undergarnts, as if she had been in the middle of her skincare routine.
He went over to check on her and found her symptoms were even milder than Lu Ming's. He casually tossed her onto the bed, wrapped her in the blanket, then found her phone and made a call.
"Wanjing Villa, C Block, 810. We'll need several ambulances."
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WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO!
Ambulances rushed Zhou Yuanjue and the others to the hospital, accompanied by several public officials who were watching them like hawks.
After all, the incident was extrely serious. Five lives had been lost, and with foreigners involved, the case beca even more unusual.
So, when the paradics arrived to provide first aid, the local police departnt had been notified imdiately.
Fortunately, Lu Ming's family business was quite renowned in the area, and the identities of Li Qingxuan and Zhou Yuanjue were also rather special. Combined with the fact that they were the victims, the public officials remained relatively polite.
anwhile, back at Lu Ming's villa, the police departnt's investigation team had already begun collecting samples from the scene.
Even these veteran officers were shocked by the grueso state of the two white n's corpses, especially the body of the man in glasses.
"Chief, we've figured out Zhou Yuanjue's identity. He's a Martial Artist from Tianlu. As for the two dead white n, we couldn't find any records on them. We suspect they didn't enter the country through legal ans."
A young man walked up to a middle-aged man in a police chief's uniform who had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and spoke softly.
"Another Martial Artist? How much trouble have these Martial Artists from all over the Southern region caused us lately? What are the higher-ups thinking? They just let them run wild. If you ask , we should round them all up and make a clean sweep of those underground fighting rings!"
A young-looking female officer in uniform standing next to the chief spoke, filled with righteous indignation.
The middle-aged chief glanced at the female officer. When he was young, he had been just like her, full of straightforward righteousness. But ti had worn him down. Having seen and learned more, his sense of justice had long since changed.
Most of the ti, things weren't so black and white.
He knew that since the higher-ups were secretly promoting this underground fighting tournant, they must have their reasons. Just like this tragic case before them, it was far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface.
Just then, a middle-aged man in a dical examiner's white coat hurried over and leaned in to whisper in the chief's ear, "There's sothing strange about the two white n's bodies. So of their organs are different from a normal person's. We suspect so unknown organ disease or mutation."
"Disease? Mutation?"
The middle-aged chief frowned, just about to ask for more details.
THUD, THUD, THUD!
Just then, he heard several heavy footsteps behind him. He turned his head and saw three tall, powerfully built n in black uniforms walking slowly toward them.
Under the dim lights of the courtyard, the three n's shadows stretched out endlessly, obscuring the view of the chief and his team. An imnsely oppressive feeling naturally washed over them.
The middle-aged chief, a veteran of many years on the front lines of investigation, felt his instincts screaming warnings at him, as if he were facing so kind of extrely terrifying existence.
The people beside him fared even worse. The female officer who had just been clamoring to round up the underground fighting rings was now pale, shaking unconsciously like a leaf. Another young officer couldn't help but slowly back away, his hands reaching for his waist, but thankfully, the middle-aged chief stopped him in ti.
The dical examiner, however, who was used to seeing grueso corpses every day, appeared much calr.
As they drew closer, the middle-aged chief finally got a clear look at their faces. The man in the lead had a stern, square-jawed face and stood ramrod straight.
"Hello. My na is Lu Zhen. We'll be taking over the scene from here. You can all leave. Here is my identification."
Lu Zhen, who was in the lead, pulled a credential from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged chief.
He took the credential and the first thing he saw was a line of conspicuous text.
Donghua Secret Inspection Bureau.
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