The Bandage Swordsman wandered through the desolate back alley ruins of Mule Street.
Even though the case of the Sank family had closed, the residents of Mule Street still firmly believed the rumors that the area was haunted and concealed a 'Calamity'.
It wasn't just that the rumors had deeply ingrained in their hearts.
It was also because...
The ones who announced the closure were the always loathed and feared 'Blue-Skin Dog'.
In the eyes of Mule Street's residents, these 'Blue-Skin Dog' besides extorting, only ever fooled the higher-ups with various thods.
After all, as long as the bigwigs were appeased, these 'Blue-Skin Dog' could continue to live carefree lives.
As for common folk like them?
Who would care?
The 'Blue-Skin Dog' wouldn't care.
Nor would the high-ups.
Even those bigwigs were aware of so of the things the 'Blue-Skin Dog' did.
And then?
Naturally, they silently permitted it — ard with such a preconception, Mule Street's residents simply didn't believe the back alley ruins' situation was resolved.
In their speculation, not only was the ruin's issue unresolved, but it had also beco more perilous due to the incompetence of these 'Blue-Skin Dog'.
Maybe, a few people had to die each year.
And whoever entered the back alley of Mule Street first, would be the scapegoat.
With such a thought, Mule Street's residents had long since beco terrified of this place, and even chose to keep their distance.
Thus, it was even more desolate than before.
And in such desolate ruins, the Bandage Swordsman drifted like a ghost, dragging his longsword behind him.
Whoo!
The late autumn night wind stirred his lapels, and after the muddy, blood-stained duffle coat gathered deep stains that emitted a faint unusual sll when moved, exposing those bandages — originally white bandages, now dirtier with each stain.
Naturally, this dirtiness also adhered specks of fresh blood.
Although not much, it added a fierce aura.
Especially under that exposed solitary eye, it made people shudder even more.
Thus, the three stalkers trailing behind the Bandage Swordsman kept a considerable distance; they watched as this swordsman wandered around the ruins, occasionally stopping as if searching for sothing or pondering sothing.
After several tis, when the Bandage Swordsman reached the door of the original Sank family house, he suddenly raised his hand to his head, his body staggered, enveloped by an invisible pain.
Hissss, Hushhhh!
Deep, strange noises resounded around.
It was uncertain where this sound ca from, but it was certain that it was not a sound a human could make.
The three stalkers imdiately went on alert.
They glanced at each other and maintained their distance; one of them took out a scroll, while the other two drew a firearm and a dagger—on the way here, they had discovered each other and had speculated about each other's identities.
And now, without any spoken agreent...
They retreated together!
Having encountered the 'Mystic Side,' they had already understood how dangerous the seemingly magnificent and brilliant 'Mystic Side' truly was.
Magnificent, because it was built upon heaps of bones.
Brilliant, because it was constructed with endless fresh blood.
Just like seeing a beautiful gem hiding a venomous snake underneath, anyone who reached out had to take the risk of being bitten to death by the snake.
They had encountered it, but were unwilling to bear the ensuing risks.
Therefore, they had beco Scouts.
For this, they did not regret.
Even, they felt fortunate.
Just like at this mont—
Silently, eerie blue flas appeared.
They did not know what these flas signified, but their ergence made them feel a trembling of the soul.
Suddenly, they witnessed the most incredible scene in their lives.
The Bandage Swordsman raised his longsword high and struck down forcefully.
A dazzling white brilliance appeared with the slash.
The desolate ruins were instantly illuminated.
Then, they were swallowed in that searing, Sharp slash.
Weeds and stones flew all around.
The eerie blue flas extinguished instantly.
But these were not enough to dumbfound the three scouts. What truly dumbfounded them was the Bandage Swordsman himself—the searing, Sharp slash seed to have impacted the Bandage Swordsman himself, his face's bandages directly burst open, revealing a face with flesh turned inside out...
Face of the dead!
Not an adjective!
But the face only the truly dead could possess!
Looking at that completely bloodless, ash-white complexion, the three scouts felt as if witnessing the descent of a deity.
The dead, had used the "Slash of Vanquishing Evil"?
How was this possible?
How could it be?
Though they had not furthered their journey on the Mystic Side, their backing allowed them significant insight.
That dazzling light, the hot and Sharpness of the strike, was the famous "Slash of Vanquishing Evil" known to be mastered by the Hunters against all evils!
But...
Why could a dead man use the "Slash of Vanquishing Evil"?
Since when was a resurrected dead not considered evil?
What kind of joke was this?!
The three stalkers felt their worldviews shattering.
However, they soon had no ti to ponder these questions.
Because—
The Bandage Swordsman turned towards them.
With just one glance, the three felt a chill rise from the depths of their hearts.
They didn't know what kind of monster this Bandage Swordsman was, but they knew they were no match for him.
Without hesitation, the stalker holding the Firearm shot at the stalker holding the Dagger.
Bang!
The stalker holding the Dagger fell to the ground.
The other looked in astonishnt at the stalker who had fired the gun.
"Sorry, I think it's best for one of us to stay behind and cover," said the stalker who had fired.
Then, a "Fla Arrow" pierced through his calf.
"That's right!
I think so too!
I'm not fast, but I just need to be faster than you!"
The stalker holding the scroll agreed, already running ten ters away, his speed definitely beyond normal, yet still no match for the longsword of the Bandage Swordsman.
Thrust!
The Bandage Swordsman decapitated with one sword stroke, then turned and walked back towards the stalker with the injured calf.
"Your highness, wait, I am..."
Thrust!
Another sword strike ended the stalker's words, decapitating him.
The only remaining stalker already chose to close his eyes and await death.
Upon becoming a scout, he had prepared for such an end, but he had never imagined it would be like this.
Sudden, and completely unforeseen.
'Perhaps this is what death is like?' Eli thought.
But the expected pain did not co.
Opening his eyes, Eli realized that the terrifying Bandage Swordsman was rely looking at him, yet had made no move.
The Bandage Swordsman didn't move, and Eli certainly didn't dare to either.
However, as the unwavering gaze continued, Eli felt the need to say sothing when the Bandage Swordsman began writing on the ground with his sword—
You too were betrayed.
Seeing the words on the ground, Eli's mind raced with the story of the Bandage Swordsman who, filled with resentnt, had climbed out of hell to seek revenge after being betrayed and killed.
Was it a vendetta against the Sank family?
Or…
As Eli speculated, the stalker suddenly thought of sothing and instantly stiffened—
Wait a minute! That's not right!
It should be…
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