After subduing several people parasitized by the red scalpel, the crowd gathered together, looking at the person who walked out in front of them, claiming to possess psychic ability.
Although this person was somewhat ugly in appearance, he exuded a simple and honest temperament.
He pulled out a dark lighter from his bosom, and the red quadrilateral broken line on his chest gradually emerged.
–A lighter?- someone nearby commented in a low voice, –And a quadrilateral. This Rose Creek really hides dragons and crouching tigers.-
–When I first entered here, I was terrified of this world. But seeing people around me who were worse off than me, I felt sympathy. In the first three days, this lighter accompanied me through the severe cold, helped me make fire to dispel darkness, and roast food. So even though it started to undergo Enightmare transformation, I didn’t want to abandon it…-
{Xiao Lin is my good friend!}
The Enightmare lighter said in a hazy, tiny voice, so faint that one couldn’t perceive it without paying attention.
–May I ask your name?-
–Just call me Lin Site, I like this name, it used to be my online handle.-
Snap! After lighting the lighter, the thin and small Lin Site placed it on his chest.
Except for this small cluster of ordinary flames, the surrounding crowd saw nothing unusual.
A girl who was originally beside Xu Aiyuan, serving her tea and water, said with tearful eyes: –Xiao Lin, you actually have psychic ability? Why have you never mentioned it before?-
Lin Site remained silent.
Yang Zicang looked down at Lin Site, who was two heads shorter than him.
–I feel like you’re hiding something from us.-
Suddenly, the Bandage Doctor’s voice rang out:
{This isn’t some twisted space where strength finds its equal. Here, the strong are strong and the weak are weak. There are no ‘Moon Shadow’ enemies that are just barely stronger than you, making you think you still have a chance to win. My power is not something half-baked amateurs like you can… hmph… fathom.}
The group huddled together like a bonfire, backs pressed against each other as they scanned their surroundings.
–Show yourself!- Yang Zicang roared.
{I’ll say it again. Hand over the invisibility orb and I’ll leave—I might even split it with you. Otherwise, from now on, one person dies every minute. Let’s start with that redhead.}
The red-haired youth beside Xiao Yushan instantly opened his mouth to curse—no one really caught what he said—but the next second, several gauze scarves suddenly snaked out from the air and wrapped around him.
[Dispatch!]
[Grid expansion, thousand positions!]
A silver quadrilateral slammed into the bandages that came twisting down from above like warped steel.
But in that instant—
Boom!
A dazzling, intoxicating burgundy flame light exploded from Lin Site’s body!
It shot upward like densely layered silk, spreading outward. This light was nothing like the red-and-gold augmented virtual flames of Chronos; instead, it was like crushed brocade gathering into mountainous waves—boundlessly magnificent, exuding an aura of supreme nobility.
As the psychic flame spread, the bandages let out a popping sound the instant they touched the brocade-like flame, shattering into gauze strips that fell, now utterly decayed.
This time, the gauze strips crumbled to ash at the lightest touch of a finger, no longer able to serve as vessels for –True Descent.-
–Incredible!-
–What formidable psychic power! Why didn’t you step forward sooner?-
Linste didn’t answer, his eyes quietly scanning the surroundings, ready for a sudden appearance of the Bandage Doctor.
However, Yang Zicang’s gaze fixed on this person’s movements. Though looking at him through the brocade-like psychic flame made his figure blurry, as if shrouded in thick red light, he could still make out that his lighter had always been kept on his chest.
The crimson Moxel, almost merging with the brocade flame, seemed… to be trembling.
Was the flame burning the Moxel?!
–Linste!- Yang Zicang said suddenly, approaching with a grave expression. –Does your ability have some kind of extra cost?-
Everyone around turned to look.
–Xiao Lin, say something!- one person urged.
The girl being protected by several people from Xiaoyu Mountain looked over and said mournfully:
–When the Rose Queen was in danger just now, why didn’t you step forward! You’re so strong, yet you hid in the town and never showed even a hint of it!-
Linste lowered his head, glanced at Xu Aiyuan’s aged body lying on the ground, and a look of sorrow also appeared on his face.
–My ability is to burn life force. Using life as fuel, I scorch Nian energy to illuminate the ‘truth’ within range. In this range, Nian abilities… are nullified.-
–What!-
–If I activate my ability, it will completely destroy the Queen’s symbiotic Enightmare.-
–I see!- The crowd suddenly understood.
The girl, whose spirit was severely shaken by Xu Aiyuan’s death, fell silent and began to sob.
–No wonder you had to keep it hidden; indeed, it can’t be revealed casually.-
Yang Zicang said: –When we get out, we’ll give you a ‘Training Substitute Contract’ for self-defense.-
Lin Site looked at Yang Zicang:
–I know I’m not worthy of Miss Aiyuan. I originally thought Liuyun would be her ending, but in the end she didn’t accept even that strong one, let alone someone like me. Until you appeared… but you… forget it!- His gaze turned cold. –Remove your Nian energy centipede. Everyone come close to me! The protection range is limited!-
As everyone gathered closer, his voice came through gritted teeth, low and resolute: –Open…!-
The ring on the man’s chest vibrated violently.
–Open? Open what!-
Yang Zicang was taken aback, instantly sensing the man’s intention. –Wait!-
Boom! A splendid Huajin light spread!
Within a dozen meters, the disturbed Nian energy was forcibly driven away, creating a vacuum of Nian energy, as if all abnormalities had vanished.
At that very instant, Lin Site froze, stunned. The Huajin Nen flame he had just emitted vanished in a puff, falling like red dust.
As the color faded and everyone could see clearly, they found that, unbeknownst to them, a red Enightmare scalpel had been plunged into Xiao Lin’s back!
–You all…- Lin Site slowly turned his head, scanning the crowd pressed close behind him with disbelief, then his body twisted and collapsed limply to the ground, dead.
The crowd scattered with a whoosh, glaring at each other warily.
–Who killed him!-
Yang Zicang gripped his Silver Lance, his eyes like blades sweeping furiously over the group.
–The murderer is among us. I’ll say it first—it’s not me.-
–Someone controlled by the scalpel?-
Someone pointed at the bound, gagged parasites, who only writhed futilely on the ground.
–Who was standing behind him just now!-
–It’s him!- one person shoved and shouted.
–Weren’t you there too? And that one, that cripple—don’t run!-
–This guy too!-
–Enough!-
Boom! Yang Zicang’s lance burst into flames. He slammed it at a bandaged figure that took the chance to rear up, blasting a huge hole through it high in the air.
The Paleshade Wyrm soared back up, glaring down like a twisted true dragon.
Nen abilities are inherently tied to one’s spirit. At this moment, Yang Zicang’s emotions were stifled with rage, and the Paleshade Wyrm, born from his spiritual Nen, became filled with a palpable, murderous brutality.
He looked at the short, ugly man lying on the ground.
There was clearly someone willing to risk shattering Moxel itself, sacrificing himself to illuminate a small area free of Nen interference—only to be stabbed to death by his own people.
–His Nen ability was so strong, yet he died like this. Could it be someone was jealous of him, afraid he’d jeopardize their ‘Chime Night’?-
–Was it you? You’re the one holding the ‘Chime Night’!-
–Bullshit, how could it be me.-
Several people pushed and shoved. –Then prove it wasn’t you.-
Yang Zicang took out the Invisibility Ability Ball and placed it on the ancient stone floor beneath his feet, his gaze dark and eerie as he watched the chaotic crowd of thirty or forty people ahead.
–It’s right here. Come and get it!-
His murderous eyes swept across the crowd. Suddenly, the Paleshade Wyrm crashed into them, snatching out the Nen bodies of two who showed a hint of greed, and devoured them in two bites.
–Ah, Yang Zicang, you—!-
–I risked my life to save you back then, and this is how you repay kindness with hatred?!-
–You tyrant—just a mere Invisibility Moxel, and you think you see through us all?-
Yang Zicang’s face was shrouded in gloom. The shouts of these people stirred not a single ripple in his ears.
–This bastard’s generosity is clearly just an act to gain fame in the Lost Frequency Land!-
Suddenly, Yang Zicang’s pupils jerked to the left, and in an instant, Cent-Arms erupted from the spinning black hole, blasting the head of some fool who had his hand on his sword hilt, about to activate Moxel, into a mess of fragments.
The two female teammates beside him immediately clutched their heads and let out sharp screams.
–Don’t kill me! I don’t want the ability orb!-
The few who had been cursing fell silent, their voices choking in their throats, not daring to make another sound.
The slightest hint of a desire to claim the ability orb was enough for this tyrant to strike them down without a moment’s hesitation.
……
Everyone felt they had truly stumbled into a dragon’s den and tiger’s lair tonight. How could they be so unlucky? They had come to rescue someone, only to end up in a life-threatening mess like this.
Forget the bandaged doctor who left no trace—now there was Yang Zicang, teetering on the edge of madness, and a murderer hidden among them, unknown to all.
On high alert, they eyed every person around them. Beyond themselves, anyone could be the one to suddenly rise up and kill, snatching the invisibility ability orb for the bandaged doctor.
Boboli and Morri took their places beside Yang Zicang. Suddenly, someone in the crowd spread a force field and raised his arm, shouting:
–Brothers, while the bandage is busy with that centipede, come with me to grab the ability orb! Charge!-
With his shout, everyone turned to look at him. The man felt a chill down his spine—was no one going to respond to him?
Bang! His head shattered into pieces.
Silver Lance shrank back into the slowly rotating black hole.
Young Master Wang, Captain Qin, and the others couldn’t help but swallow hard with difficulty.
This was the kind of person chosen by a being like Xingmiao to collect body parts for him. Even if their psychic abilities were restrained, in the area around him, no one could make the slightest wave.
Behind Yang Zicang, the curly-haired young man crouched down and whispered,
–Brother Yang, that person used a scalpel to kill Xiaolin. Either he was already in contact with the Bandage Doctor, or he contacted him during the chaos, using the flame’s color as cover to get the scalpel.-
Yang Zicang forcefully suppressed his mind, which was on the verge of fainting from alcohol and rage, thought for a moment, then looked at the people before him.
–If he made contact with the Bandage Doctor before entering here and obtained the scalpel… it’s very likely he’s not from Hinge Town. So, people from the Lost Frequency Land, please step forward.-
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