Chapter 732: Gathering Here
Qi Xia walked out the door and hadn't gone more than a few steps before he saw a corpse lying quietly by the roadside.
The back of this corpse was a bloody mess, as if several characters had been carved into it.
And from the entrance of the casino all the way here, there were drag marks of blood, indicating that this person was Xiao Cheng, who had participated in a game with him earlier. Now he was dead.
But how did he die?
Qi Xia narrowed his grayish-white eyes, walked forward a few steps, slowly crouched down, and looked at the characters on the other's back.
"The Beginning of Subversion"!
Qi Xia reached out and touched these four characters. Strange as it might sound, although these four characters were carved into the other's back in a very brutal manner, one could vaguely discern the handwriting.
It looked like his own writing.
"How strange..." Qi Xia murmured. "How did I carve these four characters onto you?"
He paused for a moment, then a grin curled at the corner of his mouth. "Could it be such a coincidence that you are 'Entering Dreams'?"
Unfortunately, the dead corpse could no longer answer him.
Qi Xia stood up, flicked the blood off his fingertips, then gave the corpse a cold glance and said, "If you really are 'Entering Dreams,' dying here is too easy for you. In a little while, go find me at 'Heaven's Mouth,' and I'll rearrange your way of dying for you."
The corpse lay quietly on the ground, not moving a muscle.
Qi Xia slowly broke into a smile. "Did you hear that?"
After waiting a few more seconds, as if he had received a reply, he turned around with satisfaction and left the street, heading in the direction of 'Heaven's Mouth.'
Behind him, Chen Junnan signaled to Qiao Jiajin with his eyes, while Zheng Yingxiong and Tiantian on the side were also hiding at the corner of the wall, observing secretly.
"Old Qiao, Old Qiao, did you see that?" Chen Junnan whispered.
"I saw it!"
"Old Qi's really not right in the head..." Chen Junnan said.
"But why are we sneaking around following him?"
"No... didn't you tell me the kid wasn't lying to us? He's going to 'Heaven's Mouth' now—what kind of place is that? That bastard Chu is waiting for him there. If we don't follow Old Qi, what if he gets screwed over?"
"Oh? If you put it that way..."
Zheng Yingxiong also spoke up at this moment, his expression serious: "Chen Junnan is right. That Chu Tianqiu guy has a strange smell about him..."
Before Zheng Yingxiong could finish, Chen Junnan stepped forward and pressed down on his head. "Kid, what 'Chen Junnan'? Call me 'Bro.'"
Zheng Yingxiong irritably brushed off Chen Junnan's hand, then put his crown back on his head. "I'm serious. His smell isn't much different from Qi Xia's—somewhere between 'Zodiac' and 'Participant,' except his smell is much fainter than Qi Xia's..."
"What do you mean?" Chen Junnan was startled. "Are you saying Old Qi is already a 'Zodiac' now?"
"Not exactly..." Zheng Yingxiong shook his head. "Just now, at the moment he opened his eyes, I not only smelled the scent of a 'Zodiac,' but also the scent of a 'God.' But it faded quickly. I don't know if Qi Xia suppressed it himself... or if there's something else going on."
"God...?" The group was slightly stunned. Chen Junnan felt something was off. "Little Zheng... do you even know what 'God' smells like? I only know what 'Six Gods' cologne smells like."
"I don't know what 'God' smells like, but when that scent entered my nose, I clearly knew he was a 'God,'" Zheng Yingxiong replied. "My senses don't lie."
Tiantian looked at everyone's expressions and interjected, "But we were all gathered here... isn't it to create a 'God'? That means Qi Xia is..."
"He can get out...?" The thought simultaneously arose in everyone's minds.
And Chen Junnan's face once again darkened.
"Old Qi..."
...
On the playground of Heaven's Mouth.
Han Yimo and Zhao Haibo stood side by side. Their faces were both pale, and they were panting as they stared at the three people a hundred meters away.
The scene around them looked somewhat eerie. The ground was littered with corpses, each with a horrifying bloom of flesh blossoming from their abdomen.
Both the surface of the corpses and the surrounding ground were stained with a layer of black powder, like fragments of something that had shattered.
And directly above their heads, a black sword brimming with sharp killing intent hung in midair, hovering like a hawk searching for prey.
"These three are a bit tough to kill..." Han Yimo stared blankly ahead. "Doctor Zhao... can you still control your 'Resonance'?"
Doctor Zhao nodded dully after hearing this.
Han Yimo saw it was not good. "Hey... are you about to lose your mind? Tell me our plan again."
Doctor Zhao swallowed his saliva and spoke slowly: "We're supposed to follow Chu Tianqiu's orders and kill everyone here... So we formed a team. You're responsible for summoning the 'Seven Black Swords' to kill, and I'm responsible for destroying the 'Seven Black Swords' when they go out of control and try to kill you..."
"Good, that's right." Han Yimo nodded. "As long as you understand... Now I'm wielding the 'Black Sword,' and you're wearing the 'White Coat.' It looks like we're a famous assassin duo in the underworld..."
"I think you're the one about to lose your mind..." Doctor Zhao shook his head vigorously. "By the way, can you control your sword properly? This is the fourth time—can't you aim yet?"
"I told you," Han Yimo replied. "Once my 'Seven Black Swords' are summoned, they're no longer under my control. They search for 'evildoers' based on their own judgment..."
After saying this, they both looked at the three people standing in the distance, their faces gradually darkening.
Could it be that those three... weren't 'evildoers' at all?
Just now, Han Yimo had summoned the 'Seven Black Swords' four times in a row, but each time without exception, the swords had stabbed toward him. Doctor Zhao had to step in and shatter the 'Seven Black Swords' continuously. Now both of them were somewhat overusing their 'Resonance.'
"So the biggest evildoer on the field right now is you...?" Doctor Zhao wiped the sweat off his face and asked.
"Impossible... The first time it worked," Han Yimo took a deep breath, then said, "It should still be a matter of probability. Let me try again."
Dozens of meters away, Zhang Shan pressed on the wound on his arm that had been cut, feeling like the situation wasn't looking good.
"Damn, it's a knife wound..." he muttered to himself. "That black thing that flew by earlier was actually a knife?"
Just a few minutes ago, Zhang Shan had brought the two people behind him to 'Heaven's Mouth.' They had barely taken in the sight of the large number of corpses when something pitch-black flew toward them. Zhang Shan reacted quickly and pulled Old Lü and Little Glasses behind him to the ground, and at that moment, his arm was grazed.
The black object, having missed its target, quickly turned around. Before the three could make out its shape, it flew back in the direction it came from and eventually disappeared into the distance.
Zhang Shan turned his head to look at Old Lü and Little Glasses. "Are you two alright?"
"We're fine, fine," the two replied, still shaken.
"Good, that's fine..." Zhang Shan said with displeasure. "Who the hell are those two?"