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Chapter 117 Hell on Earth, The Altar Begins

Chen Qian's figure resembled a frightened cat, running wildly across the uneven rooftops.

His movement technique was pushed to its limit, and the tiles beneath his feet shattered the moment he stepped on them.

In the stillness of the night, the commotion was so great that it was enough to wake someone from their dreams.

There were no barking dogs, and no curses from the people who were awakened.

They seemed to be fast asleep!

But the next moment, no matter which direction he fled in, he was met with certain death.

To the east, three men in black, armed with powerful crossbows, occupied a high vantage point, their bolts blocking all jumping routes.

In the West, the alleyways were crowded with countless corpse puppets. They looked up, their empty eye sockets staring intently at the rooftops, their outstretched claws as ferocious as withered tree branches.

Several more figures were approaching rapidly from the south and north.

Those were the martial arts instructors he had met at the county government office before, but now they had become the hunting dogs surrounding him.

"A net stretching to the heavens and the earth—"

Chen Qian stopped and stood on the roof of the tallest restaurant, looking around.

Between heaven and earth, there was no way out except for that crimson blood moon.

He lured away the pursuers, buying time for Zhao Yuanshan, but at the cost of doing so, he completely delivered himself into the tiger's den.

"That's enough."

Chen Qian slowly loosened his grip on the long knife. He knew that there was no point in running any further.

At this distance, he could even smell the strong, fishy stench of the hair demon carried on the wind.

"Hehe—I've got you, little mouse."

A cold, damp sound rang in my ears.

Chen Qian suddenly turned around.

Suddenly, the evil hair demon, its entire body wrapped in black hair, appeared silently on the rooftop behind him.

It was on all fours, like a giant humanoid spider.

The face had long since lost its features, leaving only a dark, gaping mouth from which countless wet, black hairs protruded and danced wildly in the air.

"Not running anymore?"

The monster tilted its head, seemingly disappointed by its prey's abandonment.

It slowly crawled toward Chen Qian, its black hair spreading across the floor like tentacles, leaving trails of sticky water on the tiles wherever it went.

Chen Qian didn't move, he just stared at it coldly.

Until the monster crawled up to him and stood up.

"Slurp"

A thick tuft of black hair suddenly emerged, like a slippery tongue, carrying a nauseating stench of corpses and death, and heavily licked Chen Qian's cheek.

Cold, sticky, and disgusting.

The sensation made Chen Qian's stomach churn, but he forced himself not to vomit and didn't even flinch.

"Good boy—the prince will like you—"

The monster let out a satisfied whisper.

next moment.

"Splash!"

His black hair grew wildly, like a giant black net, instantly enveloping Chen Qian completely.

The hair was so tight it even dug into his flesh. Chen Qian felt as if he were being entangled by countless venomous snakes, unable to move even a finger.

In the blink of an eye, he was wrapped up like a giant black cocoon, with only his head sticking out to keep breathing.

"Let's go—to the banquet!"

The monster let out a shrill laugh, and without any apparent effort, its countless hairs lifted Chen Qian, the "human pupa," and with a sway, it leaped off the roof and sped towards the city center.

The journey was bumpy.

Chen Qian was forced to be "transported" by the monster through half of Linjiang County in an extremely humiliating manner.

With this unique perspective, he saw the true face of Linjiang County at this moment.

If before it was just an undercurrent of tension, now it has completely turned into a living hell.

The once bustling streets are now covered with a thick layer of dark red mud.

That is blood.

It was a swamp of flesh and blood mixed with mud and various body parts!

The stench of blood in the air was so strong it felt almost tangible; with each breath, it felt like inhaling rusty metal slag, making one want to vomit out their internal organs.

The streets were littered with corpses lying haphazardly.

There were men holding weapons, their eyes wide open in death; most of their bodies were mutilated, clearly indicating they had fought a fierce battle.

There were paper figures torn to pieces, probably from the Li family of Heishan.

But what is even more shocking and alarming are the ordinary people.

The old man was nailed to a stall, a broken cart shaft stuck in his chest.

The usually feisty tofu beauty was now lying naked beside a ditch, her stomach cut open and her internal organs spilling out.

There was also an old woman with white hair who remained kneeling and kowtowing until her death, tightly protecting a child who was only three or four years old in her arms.

But the child—had already lost his head.

Blood flowed through the cracks in the bluestone slabs, gathering into winding streams that eventually flowed in the same direction.

"They all seem to be a bunch of beasts!"

As Chen Qian watched the tragic scenes unfold, his eyes grew increasingly grim.

He thought he was cold-blooded enough, that he was used to life and death.

But faced with this inhuman massacre, this atrocity that turned the entire city into a slaughterhouse, he still couldn't help but feel afraid.

This is perhaps the charm of being destined by Heaven and enjoying longevity and prosperity!

"arrive----"

The eerie, ghostly voice interrupted Chen Qian's thoughts.

Ahead, the view suddenly opened up.

This place was originally the busiest Drum Tower Square in Linjiang County, a place where people would go to the market and watch plays on weekdays.

But now, this place has been transformed into a massive, blood-red altar.

The drum tower in the center of the square has been demolished and replaced by an octagonal altar built with countless huge round logs.

The logs were not painted red, but rather had a dark purplish-black color due to being soaked in too much blood.

The altar was already surrounded by people.

Chen Qian's gaze swept over them, and a chill ran through him.

Many of those people were familiar faces!

The rice shop owner in the east of the city, the gambling den owner in the west of the city, and even two martial arts school owners who spoke passionately at yesterday's meeting, vowing to eliminate evil and uphold justice!

They were all dressed in black robes, holding torches, and standing expressionless beneath the altar.

"So it turns out—they were in cahoots too."

Chen Qian sighed inwardly.

No wonder things went so smoothly.

This half of Linjiang County, this so-called upper class, has long been rotten to the core!

They have long since become lackeys of the remnants of the previous dynasty, or they themselves are remnants of the previous dynasty!

Fa Gui led Chen Qian step by step up to the altar.

As his gaze rose, Chen Qian finally saw the scene at the top of the altar.

There were five people standing there.

It presents a scene resembling a constellation surrounding the moon.

Four people stood on the periphery, at opposite ends of the spectrum.

Three of them were dressed in wide black robes with hoods covering their faces, revealing only pairs of eyes that flickered with eerie green flames. They each held a banner, a stick, and a bell in their hands.

That eerie aura was many times stronger than that of the Xuan Yin Daoist.

The fourth person was a military general dressed in old armor.

He wasn't wearing a helmet, revealing a resolute yet aged face, as if carved by a knife and axe.

He had a long sword at his waist, his hand on the hilt, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and he exuded an extremely fierce and bloodthirsty aura.

That's the kind of demeanor of a true general, forged only through countless battles and bloodshed!

Just one glance at him was enough to sting my eyes, as if I were being cut by his malevolent aura.

But these four people were just supporting characters.

Chen Qian's gaze involuntarily swept past them and fell on the figure standing at the highest point of the altar, with his hands behind his back.

He was a man who looked to be only in his thirties.

He wore a simple, unadorned blue scholar's robe, his long hair casually draped over his shoulders, and his face was refined and scholarly, even exuding a touch of intellectualism.

He stood there quietly, without releasing any malevolent aura or exerting any pressure.

He seemed to be just a scholar who came here to admire the moon.

But the moment Chen Qian looked at him.

The man seemed to sense something, slowly turned his head, and glanced at Chen Qian with indifferent eyes.

"boom!"

Just a glance.

Chen Qian felt a loud bang in his mind, as if his entire soul had been grabbed and crushed by an invisible hand!

At this moment, my heart truly and deeply ached.

The jumping has stopped!

That wasn't murderous intent, nor was it malice.

It is a kind of indifference from higher-dimensional life to lower-dimensional life, a kind of absolute control.

In those eyes, Chen Qian could see no emotion, only a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and a throne built of countless white bones!

fear.

An unspeakable terror!

The Gu worms inside Chen Qian's body instantly curled up into a ball, trembling, not daring to move an inch.

The newly ignited flame in his heart flickered like a candle in the wind, dimming instantly and seemingly about to be extinguished at any moment.

"Who is this?!"

Chen Qian was panting heavily, his whole body instantly soaked in cold sweat.

This was the most terrifying being he had ever seen in his two lifetimes!

Even more terrifying than Wang Shouyi and Li Chengyun by ten times!

No, perhaps a hundred times!

"You're here?"

The man spoke calmly, his voice gentle and clear, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire square, suppressing all the noise: "Now that the container has arrived..."

"Then let's begin."

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