The Whirling Bone-Stripping Knife
In the darkness, Eight of Spades struggled to open his eyes.
His eyes were completely bloodshot, with large areas of dark bruises around the eye sockets. Gurgling fresh blood flowed from the ferocious wounds on his body, already spreading into a pool of blood beneath him... He tried to stand up, but the next mont, waves of intense pain spread from everywhere in his body.
He didn't know how many of his bones had been broken. Let alone standing up, even moving his hands and feet was extrely difficult, and the Spiritual Power in his mind was extrely sparse.
"Damn it..." Eight of Spades' eyes were full of despair.
He was a Dusk Society mber stationed in the Wuji Domain. Ever since Lord Wuji awakened, the Wuji Domain had completely changed. Cutting off the trains, sacrificing major districts, extermination campaigns against witches... Under a series of shocks, before he could even leave the Wuji Domain, it beca an isolated island cut off from the rest of the world.
When the Silver King appeared, his situation beca even worse. The Dusk Society contact points within the Wuji Domain were eradicated one after another. Several Thief Saints seed to be specifically searching for Dusk Society mbers in the city, almost digging three feet into the ground to find them.
Even though Eight of Spades was very experienced in escaping, because he couldn't leave the Domain, facing the pursuit of several Thief Saints, he was still caught not long ago...
After that, he suffered endless torture and interrogation.
The dual physical and psychological tornt brought Eight of Spades close to breaking down several tis. Today, he didn't know what kind of madness this group of Fire-Stealers fell into, almost beating him to death and then throwing him into this bizarre place...
This was a narrow, dim room, with dust and a musty sll floating in the air, like a long-abandoned Warehouse. Eight of Spades didn't know why they threw him here, nor did he know exactly how much longer he could live. His only thought right now was to at least make this group of dogs who tortured him pay so price before he died.
Eight of Spades lay on the ground like a dead dog, mobilizing the last bit of his Spiritual Power and seeping it beneath the ground...
...
The vehicle slowly stopped in front of the factory.
"We're here."
Chen Ling closed the car door, gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar factory before him, his expression sowhat complicated. "I didn't expect that I would still have an Opportunity to co back..."
"Since you worked here, you should be very familiar with this place." Xu Jia walked up to him and spoke unhurriedly. "Help us think, where is that Dusk Society mber most likely to be hiding?"
Chen Ling fell into deep thought.
"It's unlikely to be inside the workshop. People co and go there every day, and there's no place to hide. Rule that out first..."
"Makes sense. And then?"
"Right now, the factory's working hours are eighteen hours a day. Most employees don't spend much ti in the dormitories. Looking at it this way, the employee dormitories would be a good choice... However, the dormitories often have people inspecting them irregularly, and apart from the beds and cabinets, there's basically no place to hide a person."
"Then looking at it this way, it's not this place either... Anywhere else?"
"If I were him, I would probably hide near the warehouses, specifically the warehouses near the old factory."
"Oh? Why?"
"No one lives inside the warehouses. Inventory checks are only done every morning and evening, and the ti is fixed... In addition, the warehouses near the old factory are small and dense. If he hides there, he really won't be easy to find."
"Excellent." Xu Jia clapped his hands. "Then let's go there to take a look. Lead the way."
Xu Jia walked two steps forward, but found that Chen Ling hadn't kept up. He looked back in confusion.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I..." Chen Ling lowered his head, looking at the Bone-Stripping Knife tightly grasped in his hand. "I... I don't know... I feel a bit nervous."
"No need to be nervous. We got news that that Dusk Society mber is already Burnt Out." Xu Jia patted his shoulder. "We will definitely be able to kill him... Have you forgotten what your younger brother Xiao Yu looked like lying in the coffin?"
Hearing the latter half of the sentence, Chen Ling's body shuddered violently.
He took a deep breath...
"I will kill him." Chen Ling's eyes were incredibly resolute. He directly pulled out the Bone-Stripping Knife and walked straight towards the direction of the old factory's warehouses. "I want to avenge Xiao Yu..."
"That's more like it." A smile surfaced on Xu Jia's face.
Chen Ling and Xu Jia, one in front and one behind, shuttled through the warehouse cluster of the old factory.
Chen Ling arrived at a door first and kicked hard at the warehouse door. Under his full power, the door flew open with a bang, churning up the dust inside the warehouse, but no figure was seen.
Chen Ling's tense spirit relaxed slightly, but quickly tensed up again as he walked to the next warehouse.
At the sa ti, Xu Jia also pretended to find two warehouses and kicked them open. Naturally, they were empty inside...
When Chen Ling arrived at the door of a certain dim warehouse, Xu Jia's expression finally beca serious. He silently walked behind Chen Ling and spoke at the right mont:
"Did you notice? At the entrance of this warehouse, there seem to be traces of human activity..."
"Yeah." Chen Ling nodded, his gaze chilling and sharp. "I saw it."
He gripped the Bone-Stripping Knife tightly and kicked out!!
Bang—!
The mont the warehouse door flew inward, several withered, pale large hands broke through the ground inside the warehouse, swarming towards the door!
"Careful!!"
Xu Jia instantly rushed in front of Chen Ling. Streaks of faint light flashed in front of him, and the front ends of those withered arms seed to be stolen by sothing, falling downwards in unison.
Before Xu Jia could co to his senses, a giant pale figure rushed out from behind the door, crashing into him like a cannonball, smashing him directly through the warehouse wall and pressing him heavily into the ruins...
As that giant figure rushed out, Chen Ling finally saw what it looked like clearly. It was a corpse that looked like it had been soaked and bloated, its entire body covered with bark-like armor and spikes, its appearance incredibly destructive!
Xu Jia was pinned to the ground by this corpse. He seemingly hadn't expected that Eight of Spades actually still had such Combat Power. Imdiately, while secretly cursing the other Fire-Stealers for their incompetence, he frantically dodged the corpse's attacks...
"This Dusk Society's Eight of Spades can control corpses!" Xu Jia roared at Chen Ling. "He must have reached his limit by now. Go kill his main body!"
"Okay!!"
Chen Ling rushed into the warehouse without hesitation.
The next mont, a bloodied, dead dog-like figure smashed through the wall with a punch, flying backward into the distance like a kite with a broken string. Chen Ling, with his monstrous Killing Intent, held the Bone-Stripping Knife and chased after him, stepping through the void!
Perhaps Chen Ling attacking the main body had an effect, as the corpse on Xu Jia suddenly paused. Taking this opportunity, Xu Jia directly stole a boulder to smash it away, and then chased after the two at full speed.
Chen Ling looked at Eight of Spades, who had fallen powerlessly to the ground, his eyes full of hatred and madness!
He grabbed Eight of Spades by the neck and smashed him heavily into the ground, then raised the Bone-Stripping Knife with his other hand and stabbed down fiercely!
"You killed Xiao Yu!!"
"Why did you kill him?! What did he do wrong?!"
"I only had Xiao Yu as a younger brother... Do you know how I survived all these years?!!"
Chen Ling's enraged roar resounded through the clouds.
Squish, squish, squish—
With his back to Xu Jia, the Bone-Stripping Knife in Chen Ling's hand was repeatedly raised and stabbed down. Due to the angle, Xu Jia couldn't see what Eight of Spades had been stabbed into, but he could see a pool of blood continuously spreading beneath the two of them...
Seeing this scene, the smile on Xu Jia's face grew increasingly radiant.
Slowly, Eight of Spades on the ground stopped moving. Fresh blood soaked Chen Ling's shoe soles and the hem of his clothes, yet he still didn't stop his movents. With his back to Xu Jia, he crazily plunged the Bone-Stripping Knife into Eight of Spades' body.
"That's enough, Chen Ling." Xu Jia walked behind him and patted his shoulder. "He is already dead..."
A Domain was instantly activated.
Squish—!!
The power of Judgnt pierced through the void. Accompanied by that Bone-Stripping Knife flashing with cold light, it slashed across Xu Jia's neck...
A head with widened eyes full of astonishnt drew a trajectory in the air, and then rolled to the ground with a thud... Scarlet fresh blood stained his cheeks. In that upside-down field of vision, the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, which had been facing away from him the entire ti, slowly stood up.
Hideous knife wounds from the Bone-Stripping Knife were scattered across the surface of Chen Ling's thigh. The fresh blood on the ground had all co from here. At the sa ti, Eight of Spades lying on the ground didn't have a single wound on his body...
At this mont, Eight of Spades was looking in shock at everything before him, wearing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe limped step by step to Xu Jia's corpse. A blood-covered hand grabbed the ssy hair on the ground and slowly lifted that head up...
"I told you a long ti ago not to let your guard down. The brutality and insidiousness of Dusk Society mbers is beyond your imagination..."
Chen Ling, his face covered in blood and filth, no longer had his previous childishness and innocence.
Carrying that head, he slowly brought it close to his forehead. His eyes looked mockingly at the hollow Xu Jia, the corners of his mouth curling up into a smile...
"How was it..."
"Did I act well?"
[Audience Expectation Value 3]
[Current Expectation Value: 83%]
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