“Heh, heh, heh. Good, good, good.”
Su Baadao stared at the bone fish before him, laughing out of sheer anger.
Every contact leaves a trace.
The person’s branding method involved firing arrows, which would inevitably leave behind a small amount of residual spirituality.
He had been sensing that spirituality just now, finding that it was converging toward this alleyway.
One of the characteristics of spirituality was its tendency to return to its source.
The reason the 【Ward Guard】 pathway was so adept at solving cases was that they could see residual spirituality at Sequence 9, allowing them to follow those returning strands of spirituality back to the culprit.
Yet, Su Baadao had followed the trail only to find a fish. He had clearly been played.
“As expected of someone who deals in sacrifices—truly cautious.”
“I hope you can remain this cautious while being hunted by a sealed object.”
Su Baadao sneered repeatedly. A fireball erupted behind him, incinerating both the fish and the mist into ash.
He turned and left, carrying the mummified Wang Gen with him.
...
Over the next few days, Meng City underwent the most intense crackdown in its history!
The security officers who had been out on missions or patrols nearly went insane when they returned to see the carnage at the bureau.
Su Baadao ordered a city-wide lockdown!
From that moment on, even spitting on the ground would earn someone two strikes from a baton.
A murderous atmosphere descended upon Meng City. People were incredibly cautious even when going out to buy groceries, and the tension was palpable.
In such an atmosphere, naturally, no one came to buy flowers. The supplier even called Yin Yang specifically to tell him that deliveries were impossible for the time being because his flower fields outside the city had been cordoned off.
Yin Yang expressed his understanding and hung a closed sign on the shop door.
“The stricter the lockdown, the easier it is to get things done.”
“Of the names Li Jianwen left behind, two are still in Meng City: Wang Zheng and Liu He.”
“They should know something.”
As he spoke, shadows flowed behind him, and the form of the blade-wielding ghost slowly emerged.
Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and legs like a mantis.
Those descriptions seemed tailor-made for it.
The blade-wielding ghost stood behind Yin Yang, its hand hovering over the hilt of its blade like the most loyal of bodyguards.
“Use the cover of night to check those addresses. I’ll be waiting for good news.”
The blade-wielding ghost nodded.
“Red-Haired Ghost, provide remote support.”
A flicker of fire lit up in the shadows, signaling its understanding.
...
Night fell.
The blade-wielding ghost visited three different hideouts before finally locating Wang Zheng.
The biggest organ trafficker in Meng City was currently kneeling on a prayer mat, looking incredibly devout.
“True God, protect me! Keep me safe and sound!”
“As long as you get me through this hurdle, I’ll build you a temple, mold you a golden body, and provide endless blood sacrifices!”
“I’m a man of my word!”
As he spoke, he pressed his palms together and kowtowed three times in succession.
Only after doing this did Wang Zheng feel his heart settle.
He carefully closed the shrine and beckoned to several girls nearby.
The girls were filled with dread, wearing collars around their necks as they tried their best to huddle together.
“Get over here!”
Wang Zheng’s tone was impatient. The girls trembled but walked toward him anyway.
They had no choice; if they didn't go now, their fate would only be worse later.
Wang Zheng began to unbuckle his belt, but before he could do anything else, one of the girls screamed.
“Ah!!!”
Wang Zheng frowned, about to lash out, when he saw the other girls screaming as well, staring behind him in terror.
This is bad.
To have survived this long, Wang Zheng naturally possessed a certain level of alertness.
Gripping his belt with one hand, he didn't even look back as he lunged toward the girls.
He was going to use them as meat shields!
But just as his left foot stepped forward, he felt a chill at his ankle. Immediately, a wave of pain shot straight to his skull, making him scream in agony.
“Ah!”
Puff!
His right foot also parted ways with him. The blade-wielding ghost flicked the blood off its zhanmadao.
Wang Zheng rolled over, staring at the blade-wielding ghost in horror.
“You—what are you?!”
A pendant around his neck emitted a faint glow, which flowed along his skin toward the wounds.
Seeing this, the blade-wielding ghost swung its zhanmadao again. This time, it cut off both his lower legs!
“Ah!!!”
Wang Zheng screamed again, but the girls behind him screamed even louder, utterly terrified.
The blade-wielding ghost looked at them, then back at Wang Zheng. The zhanmadao shifted slightly, slicing off another chunk of flesh.
Wang Zheng’s eyes bulged, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Like a chicken being strangled, he couldn't even manage a coherent sound.
The blade-wielding ghost stepped on his throat as wisps of black mist rose, forming a line of text before him.
“Where is the ledger for the organ trade?”
Wang Zheng’s face turned a deep red. The foot on his neck felt heavy and freezing, making it impossible to breathe.
He slapped the floor and glanced toward the cabinet beneath the shrine.
The blade-wielding ghost turned and delivered a slash. The cabinet shattered, revealing a safe inside.
However, that strike also split the shrine open, revealing a statue.
The statue looked like a skin-and-bones mummified corpse. It was about the size of an adult’s forearm and carved so realistically that it looked as if it might pounce at any second to devour human flesh.
“True God!”
“Save me! I am willing to sacrifice all the blood sacrifices here to you!”
Wang Zheng finally caught his breath and immediately began praying and offering sacrifices to the statue.
The statue began to glow faintly. Seeing this, the girls’ expressions grew even more terrified.
The blade-wielding ghost swung its blade.
Clang!
The statue was sliced in half at the waist, given no chance to respond.
The breath Wang Zheng had just caught nearly choked him again. The blade-wielding ghost ignored him and slashed at the safe.
Scrape.
The paint on the safe peeled off, revealing the gold beneath.
This safe was custom-made, specifically to guard against transcendents.
The blade-wielding ghost was in no hurry. It turned back to cut off several of Wang Zheng’s fingers and used the blood to draw an incantation on the safe.
Before long, several exceptionally complex incantations took shape. As the blade-wielding ghost channeled its spirituality, the safe vanished instantly. The two halves of the mummified statue fell to the floor, crumbling into dust.
With that done, the blade-wielding ghost plunged its blade into Wang Zheng’s abdomen and twisted. The man wailed like a ghost, wishing for death.
The girls realized what was happening; it seemed this monster had come specifically to kill Wang Zheng.
One of the braver girls dropped to her knees with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly to the blade-wielding ghost.
“Save me, please save me!”
“The collars on our necks are bombs! If we get more than fifty meters away from him, they’ll explode! Please, I beg you, save us!”
Seeing this, the other girls also knelt down, tears and snot streaming down their faces as they looked at the blade-wielding ghost.
The blade-wielding ghost frowned. It pointed at the blood on the ground, then at their necks.
A line of text gradually appeared behind it.
“Believe in God, and you shall be saved.”
The girls looked terrified, glancing at the shattered remains of the statue. They wondered if they had just escaped the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's maw.
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