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The sky was dark.
A relatively grand black building stood at the foot of the mountain, resembling a beast asleep in the deep night, giving off an oppressive feeling.
Just at the entrance, he caught a whiff of a smell he found repulsive, akin to something rotting and decaying, or perhaps the stench of excrement; in any case, it was very unpleasant.
This was the branch of the Black Witch Cult, Senra Hall.
The destination for this visit was here, to fulfill a purpose.
"Since you are so eager for revenge, as your master, I'll give you a demonstration," Ye Mingshang murmured softly as he stepped forward toward the building.
At the city gate, it was tightly shut.
Above, two men dressed in black robes from Rogue Hall were chatting idly while smoking, completely unaware of the impending death.
"I'm out of cigarettes; give me another one," one of the men said to the other.
The other man shot him a disdainful glance. "Don't joke around. You have your own cigarettes but refuse to smoke them; you always want mine."
"Heh heh, yours are better. Just give me one more; don't be so stingy," the man replied with a bright smile.
As he extended the cigarette, the other man suddenly froze mid-motion and stopped.
"Hey! Why are you making such a fuss over a cigarette? It's not like I'm not going to return it," the man said, snatching the cigarette and lighting it up for a puff.
However, just as he finished that puff, the man across from him swayed and suddenly collapsed.
Thud!
The man was startled and looked disdainfully at him. "I mean, it's just a cigarette. Is it really necessary to react like this?"
After saying that, he noticed the other person was unresponsive. He nudged him with his foot. "Hey~ Get up. I can let you have a puff of mine too. Stop playing dead."
Still no response from the other man made him uneasy. His heart sank. "He can't really be dead, can he?"
Leaning down, he turned the other man over, and immediately, a pair of wide-open eyes stared back at him lifelessly.
"Oh my god! He really is dead!" The man stumbled back in shock.
He wasn't foolish; seeing his companion dead made him quickly stand up, grab a weapon nearby, and nervously scan his surroundings.
"Are you looking for me?" a voice echoed, sending chills down his spine as he hurriedly turned around.
But there was nothing but emptiness.
"I'm right here~"
He turned again, but all he saw was darkness—no sign of anyone around.
"Over here."
Turning back again, there was still no one.
"Damn it! Hiding and peeking, come out! I'll make sure to beat you to death!" The man, having been tormented repeatedly, was furious and shouted loudly.
"Oh? Then as you wish." A magnetic male voice echoed.
In the next moment, the man felt a flash of light before his eyes, and then his throat tightened, making it impossible for him to breathe. He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound.
"Crack~ Crack~"
All he could produce from his throat were faint cracking sounds. He threw his weapon aside and clutched his throat tightly, trying to alleviate the pain, but it was all in vain.
His eyes widened in shock, unwilling to close them, but unfortunately, the scene before him was still blurry. Until finally, everything went completely dark...
Bang!
The man collapsed helplessly to the ground, now a corpse. His eyes remained open until death, forever trapped in darkness.
On top of the City Tower, a thin figure appeared, murmuring to himself, "Playing with these clowns is truly boring."
"Hey! Is something going on over there?!" A man shouted from below the city gate.
"Nothing, just taking a piss!" Ye Mingshang replied, but the voice was that of the man who had just fallen.
"Damn it! Can't you go to the bathroom instead of pissing here? Don't let it drip down, it's going to stink!" The other person cursed, then fell silent.
This was a small city, easily seen from its edges. Standing atop City Tower, one could overlook the entire scene within the city.
Inside the city, sparse lights flickered here and there, far from the bright illumination typical of urban areas. It felt somewhat isolated, lacking in entertainment, reminiscent of life several decades ago. The pace of life was naturally slower, and people tended to go to bed earlier.
The moon broke through the dark clouds, large and bright. The moonlight poured down, seemingly covering the city with a layer of silver sheen.
"Tonight is destined to be anything but peaceful," a figure on City Tower murmured softly before vanishing from sight.
Below City Tower, a man dressed in unusual attire from the Black Witch Cult was yawning wearily while holding a spear.
"I'm so tired; I just want to sleep," he complained.
"Then may your wish come true."
A magnetic male voice echoed in his ear. The man widened his eyes, but before he could react further, he felt a dull pain in his chest.
A dark blood hole appeared through his torso, revealing even the wall behind him.
Thud!
The lifeless body collapsed.
"Since you want to sleep, I'll let you sleep forever. Sweet dreams," the young man whispered before disappearing once again.
In a room, a strong man was passionately engaging with an alluring woman.
"Hahaha! Today, let me show you the depths of my prowess!" the man exclaimed excitedly.
Beneath him, the woman twisted her slender body, moaning in pleasure as she enjoyed the man's efforts.
Suddenly, the man's movements came to a halt. Displeased by the interruption, the woman pouted, "You useless fellow, you can't just stop like this."
Thud!
The man's body collapsed, pinning the woman beneath him.
The impact nearly took the woman's breath away as she cursed, "You heartless one! I told you that you couldn't do it anymore, and now you're taking revenge like this. Get up and continue, or I won't let this go!"
"It's impossible for him to get up now; you'll meet him in hell."
Splash!
Blood splattered as the woman stared wide-eyed in terror, her body falling heavily.
"Enjoy yourselves in hell..."
The cold voice carried no emotional fluctuation, chilling the air more than the harshest winter.
Similar scenes unfolded that night in various places. Some were fast asleep, some were drinking, and others were reveling in joy.
No matter what they were doing, regardless of the number of people, everyone in the city became a target on this night.
The night remained pitch black.
The moon continued to shine brightly.
Under the silver veil of moonlight, a young man dressed in black moved like the grim reaper, sending one vibrant life after another to their end.
In the lord's mansion, a middle-aged man with a handlebar mustache stood by the window, looking troubled.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes filled with melancholy.
"What’s wrong? Why are you so restless?"
As he pondered, a soft figure embraced him from behind, a pair of delicate hands wrapping around his waist.
"Don't think too much. It's late; we should get some sleep..."
(To be continued.)
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