“What the hell?”
Captain Ouyang Jian stared at Wei Wei’s uncertain expression, visibly bewildered.But Wei Wei had no ti to explain. Snatching the remaining at skewers, he followed an inner impulse down the bustling street of the Demon Trading Market . Whether hallucination or not, the further he walked, the clearer the murmurs in his mind beca.Blood vessels in his eyes faintly glowed, tinting his vision crimson. Vivid, intrusive images flooded his thoughts:Himself prowling a midnight street, abruptly tackling a lone woman into an alley.Slipping into a room late at night, subduing soone with drugged precision.Young faces staring back at him, trembling and tear-streaked.…None of these were his actions—the techniques in these visions were too amateurish.Why are these scenes in my head? Why this uncontrollable hunger, this perverse excitent?Suppressing questions, he quickened his pace.Captain Ouyang followed, brows furrowed in confusion but holding his tongue. He regretted not bringing a stabilizer serum from headquarters.Minutes later, they reached the market’s edge. Before them lood a half-collapsed building, its ruins shrouded in darkness. Wei Wei halted, exhaled deeply, and declared:“Found it, Captain…”…Beneath the ruins, in a hidden garage accessible through rubble, a masked figure in a hood was led by burly n to a bullet-riddled truck. Behind it stood a massive iron cage packed with won, emaciated, disheveled, their eyes hollow.“This is all?” The masked man’s voice dripped with disdain.A middle-aged man in camo leaned against the truck, smirking. “Best stock the wilderness offers. The Seventh Wandering Sect banned this trade, but now they’re gone. Pay up, today’s your lucky day.”“…I wanted pure lambs. Untainted.” The masked man’s eyes flashed anger. “Look at these, ruined!”The traffickers burst into laughter. “Pure? In the wilderness? Go to the city for virgins, if you can find any there either! Enough talk. Pay.”The masked man’s breath hitched. City? If I could safely hunt there, would I be here?Recent headlines haunted him: Scrap Iron City’s newspapers splashed bloody, barely censored photos of a ritual site obliterated overnight, its Life Priest turned into a grotesque “artwork.” Soone was sending a ssage: We’re being hunted.He’d panicked. With three “pure” sacrifices left for his mission, he’d risked this wretched black market. But the won here were broken shells. Even brothel workers in the Spiritual Barrier have more life when money’s waved…Gritting his teeth, he began selecting ten won, hoping three might suffice.Unseen by the traffickers, their faces turned corpse-gray. Blood trickled from their nostrils and eyes, yet they felt nothing. The masked man hid a smirk. Success.…“What did you find?” Outside the ruins, Captain Ouyang eyed Wei Wei’s eerie calm with unease.“Living proof of other sacrificial sites,” Wei Wei grinned. “I heard his heartbeat.”“Heard?”“Yes. Thud-thud, clear, right here.” Wei Wei tapped his ear. “Fear of … yet he keeps sinning. That’s how I tracked him.”Clarity struck. As Scarlet power surged, Wei Wei sensed the man’s dread, the guilt of soone who knew better but sinned anyway. His “artwork” had done more than intimidate; it forged a link. Fear alone didn’t trigger Scarlet’s third-stage power—but persisting in fear-driven sin did. Now, Wei Wei would deliver true terror.…“Wait here, Captain.” Wei Wei turned, eyes alight. “I’ll fetch our evidence.”…“Scarlet’s power… magnificent.” Wei Wei murmured, stepping into the ruins.Behind him, Captain Ouyang paled. Though Wei Wei’s explanation was sparse, the captain pieced it together: Using the artwork as a beacon to locate targets? This isn’t just a demonic ability…It’s like a deity answering prayers…It’s…divine authority!
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