Zhou Yu panicked.
Backlash!
The backlash of the 【Heart-Seeking Compass】!
But shouldn't this only happen when divining unspeakable entities?
How... how was this possible?
If it truly were an entity of that level, why would they be skinning people?
For fun?
Zhou Yu couldn't comprehend it at all.
Boom!!!
A surge of red flames erupted from Lord Mei!
The flames were violent, yet they lacked any heat. They made Lord Mei's flesh crackle and pop, while his clothes remained completely unscathed.
Buzz—
A burst of golden light exploded from Lord Mei's chest!
The golden light was as thick as water, flowing over the red flames like a liquid and extinguishing them.
"Ugh!!!"
Lord Mei snapped awake instantly, his mouth gasping wide like a fish that had just been hauled onto the shore.
"My Lord, My Lord!"
Zhou Yu was filled with relief. He hadn't expected Lord Mei to survive the backlash.
Lord Mei was dazed at first, but once he regained his senses, he hurriedly grabbed the necklace around his neck. When he saw the cracked pendant, his heart sank like lead.
"My Lord, your safety is more important than anything else."
Lord Mei gripped the shattered pendant tightly, his voice as cold as frost.
"Follow me. We're catching him!"
"But your body..."
"Catch him!!!"
"Yes, sir!"
Zhou Yu helped Lord Mei up and waved to the subordinates around them.
"Assemble!"
...
"Mr. Wang Shi, you once tortured seven women to death, and countless animals besides."
"According to the laws of hell, you would have been sent to the Skinning Hell after death, to be skinned for at least five hundred years."
"Well, here's a bit of good news!"
"I can skin you while you're still alive, and I can ensure you don't go to hell."
"Honestly, you're getting quite the bargain!"
Yin Yang wore a wide smile. Dressed in a transparent raincoat, he held a sharp scalpel in his right hand.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
A middle-aged man struggled incessantly on the wooden bed, but he had been injected with a potion long ago. His efforts were destined to be in vain.
Yin Yang smiled as he pressed the blade against the man's neck, a thin line of crimson welling up.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
The man's whimpers grew louder, but he could only watch helplessly as Yin Yang drew the blade across his chest.
"Mr. Wang, does this remind you of anything?"
"Weren't you quite fond of using torture implements? The women you imprisoned didn't even have intact corpses. Compared to them, you should feel very lucky, shouldn't you?"
As he spoke, Yin Yang had already sliced open the man's chest and abdomen. White fat rolled outward, a gruesome sight.
Wang Shi's face was a mess of tears and snot, but he could only watch as Yin Yang poured a potion that smelled of black gunpowder onto the wound.
He felt an unbearable itch spread through his entire body, so intense that even the pain of the incisions vanished.
He even had the sudden, mad urge to widen the wounds, to let them cover his entire body, just to stop the itching.
But as Yin Yang continued to use the knife, he realized how naive that thought was.
Who said intense itching and intense pain couldn't coexist?
Under the weight of these two extreme stimuli, Wang Shi nearly lost control of his bowels.
The only reason he didn't was that his muscles were as hard as stone—the result of Yin Yang's injection, which made the skinning process easier.
"Hmm-hmm-hmm~"
Yin Yang hummed a nameless little tune, his hands moving with the grace of a master butcher.
What should have been an extremely bloody act looked like a work of art in his hands.
By the time the entire human skin had been peeled away, Wang Shi was not yet dead, nor had he even fainted.
This, too, was thanks to the potion Yin Yang had administered.
Blood and tears streamed from his wide-open eyes as he stared unblinkingly at Yin Yang.
If looks could kill, Yin Yang would have been sliced into a thousand pieces long ago.
"Congratulations, Mr. Wang. You have successfully earned your way out of hell."
"Now, become my nourishment!"
As soon as Yin Yang finished speaking, the air around them began to condense. The lean, powerful blade-wielding ghost appeared and drove its blade through Wang Shi's chest.
Wang Shi opened his mouth wide to scream, but not a single sound came out.
His flesh and bones were rapidly absorbed by the blade, leaving only a skinned soul standing in a daze on the spot.
Yin Yang took off his blood-stained raincoat. Outside the window, the rain fell in torrents, accompanied by rolling thunder.
"Finally, I've gathered nine hundred and ninety-nine souls!"
"Now, I just need to wait for the night of the full moon."
Yin Yang turned to look out the window. A flash of lightning illuminated his face, which bore a trace of madness.
...
Boom!!!
Zhou Yu kicked the door open, sending wood splinters flying into the room.
Gurgle, gurgle—
A thick, suffocating darkness surged toward the doorway, swallowing the splinters and the door itself!
This was the exact same method used to drag Wei Baixiang away in the red mist. The transcendent who killed the three Sequence 8s was indeed here!
"Hah!!!"
Zhou Yu let out a thunderous roar. A phantom figure clad in ancient armor instantly manifested from within him.
Facing the encroaching darkness, the golden phantom swung its blade, cleaving the darkness in two!
Within that darkness, a slender figure moved like a fish, darting along the edges of the shadows.
Seeing that Zhou Yu had spotted them, the figure stopped hiding and leapt straight out of the darkness!
The darkness behind the figure seemed to turn liquid as a spiral spear shot out from it, aimed directly at Zhou Yu's face.
"Hmph!"
The phantom behind Zhou Yu parried with its blade, knocking the spear aside before pressing forward.
Upon the initial clash, Zhou Yu immediately determined that this person was also a Sequence 7.
"Did no one ever tell you not to go head-to-head with an 【Imperial Guard】?"
As he spoke, Zhou Yu's long blade was already at the shadow's neck. In the blink of an eye, he would be able to decapitate his opponent!
But the opponent's figure flickered like a teleportation, appearing eerily behind Zhou Yu.
The parried spiral spear suddenly exploded, preventing Zhou Yu from dodging in that direction.
In the next moment, a dagger pierced straight through the golden phantom and into Zhou Yu's back!
Zhou Yu hurriedly rolled forward, forcing himself to take the brunt of the spiral spear's explosion.
He did it because that dagger had been aimed at his spine!
If the opponent had succeeded, he would have been paralyzed instantly, left like meat on a chopping block!
Boom!!!
The golden-armored phantom was blown until it was extremely dim, and the darkness began to corrode it.
"A gentleman is cautious in solitude, and deceives not even in the dark!"
Lord Mei's voice suddenly rang out. The surrounding darkness dissipated rapidly as if it had met its natural enemy.
The black figure's form became unstable and its movements grew stiff, as if it were fighting against its own bodily instincts.
How could Zhou Yu miss such a perfect opportunity?
He forcibly condensed his phantom and stepped forward again.
"Capture!"
Swish, swish, swish!
Golden chains wove into a net, descending upon the black figure.
Affected by Lord Mei's ability, the black figure was slow to react and couldn't dodge in time, getting caught squarely in the net.
"Got you!"
Zhou Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Once caught in his Capture Net, it was impossible to escape unless one was a transcendent above Sequence 6.
"Who's there!"
A cry of alarm rang out from outside...
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