My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

Qin Meng did not take the main road.

He stepped directly onto the outer wall of the abandoned residential building next door. With his five fingers gripping the weathered brick seams, he climbed vertically to the seventh-floor rooftop in an extremely short starting distance.

The speed was so fast that the building's exterior walls didn't even have time to make a sound.

The rooftop. The view suddenly opens up wide.

Seven or eight searchlight beams swept back and forth in the air, cutting the sky above the abandoned factory area into pieces.

The flames rising from the northeast had not yet been completely extinguished; those were the ruins of the auto repair shop he had previously destroyed. The Ye family had already stomped around the wreckage three times, and after confirming there were no bodies, they were in complete uproar.

Qin Meng glanced at it, and his brain automatically planned a path.

Instead of walking on the ground, we walk on the roof.

With his legs slightly bent, he leaped up, crossed the four-meter-wide alley, and landed steadily on the roof of the residential building opposite.

Upon landing, both feet simultaneously pulled inward without making any extra noise.

Below, a Ye family guerrilla search team happened to pass through the alley.

The sixth-level martial artist in the lead activated his Qi detection and glanced towards the rooftop.

Not locked.

Qin Meng's muscles were under his complete control, and the Qi detection was ineffective against him.

He continued his advance southward.

After crossing the third building, the extrasensory hearing detected an unusual signal.

From the southwest, a walkie-talkie conversation could be heard, but the frequency did not match that of the Ye family or the patrol and inspection department.

"There were shadowy figures moving in the direction of the South Wharf. We went there to confirm."

"Understood. If they're not from the Ye family, then attack them first."

Wang family.

Jiang Nuonuo had mentioned earlier that the Wang family was a traditional aristocratic family in Jiangcheng, specializing in raising assassins. These assassins, who were originally spies, loved to learn to remain hidden and wait for their prey to walk into their trap.

three people.

Analysis of the differences in the walkie-talkie channels revealed that they were dispersed within a 200-meter radius of Qin Meng's current location, forming a triangular encirclement.

If an ordinary martial artist were to use the techniques employed to set up this formation, the encirclement would be difficult to detect.

These three stray dogs are following him so closely; sooner or later they'll expose his movements.

Dispose of it.

Qin Meng bypassed the two buildings and chose the southeast corner, the weakest point of the triangular encirclement. The scout, who was out of the blind spot of the other two, was squatting behind the water tank on the roof, staring intently at the movements in the alley below.

Qin Meng walked behind the water tank without making a sound.

The Wang family spy had his back to him, his back muscles tense, a posture of high alert.

His hand reached forward.

With five fingers, precisely pinch the back of the spy's neck, while the thumb and forefinger apply pressure simultaneously.

A very faint cracking sound came from the second cervical vertebra.

The scout's body lost all control and collapsed limply. Qin Meng caught him with one hand and stuffed the corpse into the shadows behind the water tank.

The remaining two cleaned up in the same way in less than two minutes.

On the walkie-talkie, the channel began to sound anxious as calls went unanswered.

Qin Meng stacked the three corpses in a blind spot on the rooftop and continued to advance south.

When we reached the top of the fifth building, the floorboards beneath our feet began to vibrate strangely.

It's not caused by external forces, nor is it due to the building's aging.

He knelt down on one knee and pressed his entire palm flat onto the concrete floor.

The skeletal conduction perception brought by 227 points of physical strength acted like a precise seismograph at this moment.

Deep underground, an extremely slow but continuously accumulating energy amplitude is rising upwards. It is rhythmic and regular, but its frequency cannot be generated by any machine or artificial means.

This is ley line activity.

He stood up and glanced downstairs.

There are several new cracks in the cement pavement of the old street downstairs.

It wasn't the fine, net-like cracks caused by road aging, but rather straight cracks with a neat direction and uniform width, extending from south to north, with the widest one being about the width of two fingers.

Along the edge of the crack, there were a few weeds from abandoned roadside flower beds.

The color of those wild grasses was wrong—the leaves should have been a withered yellow winter hue, but now they were a deep green with a fluorescent sheen, the edges of the leaves were slightly curled, and a very thin layer of white crystals adhered to the surface of the leaves.

The spiritual energy escaping from the ground, after condensing, seeps out along the cracks in the ground, producing a weak catalytic reaction on the surrounding organisms the instant it comes into contact with the air.

The spiritual veins have already begun to seep outwards.

Qin Meng mentally marked this section of road and continued walking.

The abandoned dock is located at the very edge of the southern district, nearly three kilometers away.

Upon reaching the rooftop of the seventh building, the extrasensory hearing detected a strong signal—

Bloody smell.

It was completely different from the martial arts aura emanating from the Wang family's assassins.

It was the smell of putrefied proteins and living blood, with the pungent odor of a chemical reaction, so faint in the night breeze that it was almost negligible.

However, Qin Meng's olfactory perception accuracy is beyond the ordinary standard.

He stopped on the roof and spun around in place.

The source of the smell was directly ahead of his southward route.

An alarm went off in my brain.

He had just shaken off the Ye family's encirclement in the northeast and bypassed the patrol belt of the inspection department's armored vehicles in the west, never repeating the same route twice.

But this scent remained precisely in front of him even after he changed his route three times.

Someone is tracking him.

Moreover, this tracking method is completely unrelated to conventional thermal imaging, vital sign scanning, and blood and qi sensing.

There was some noise coming from the alley below.

Four figures emerged from the ruins of the abandoned shop and quickly approached the building in a tactically dispersed formation.

The mutants of the Dawn of Flesh and Blood.

Judging from physical characteristics and movement patterns, the body has undergone partial mutation between the third and fourth stages, but has not yet completed the first stage of complete transformation.

One of the individuals, with slender limbs, a curved back, and severely distorted nasal cavity, was moving rapidly while constantly twitching the proliferating cartilage tissue beneath its nasal bone.

Using scent tracking.

Qin Meng jumped from the seventh-floor rooftop, landing on a horizontal drainpipe on the exterior wall three meters above the ground. Using the leverage, he changed direction and landed five meters in front of the four mutants.

The ground sank half a centimeter upon landing.

All four mutants stopped simultaneously.

The mutated entity responsible for tracking stopped twitching its proliferating cartilage.

In its perception, the scent of its prey jumped directly from "distant" to "directly in front of it at zero distance," a leap that completely exceeded all its behavioral expectations.

Qin Meng raised his right foot and took a step forward.

Without needing to charge up or activate any special properties, this step, taken purely from the physical mass of 227 points of physique, generated a forward-spreading air pressure impact.

The closest mutant was knocked down by the air pressure, its sternum collapsing.

The remaining three fled in different directions.

Qin Meng took a step to the right, reached out with one hand, grabbed the ankle of the tracking mutant who was trying to climb over the wall, and flicked his wrist outward.

The body traced an arc before crashing into the opposite brick wall, embedding itself there, and remaining motionless.

The other two mutants activated their mutated forms, with bone spurs protruding from their backs in an attempt to increase their escape speed.

Qin Meng extended his right hand forward, his five fingers spread, and pinched the back of the neck bones of the two bodies from behind, while simultaneously pulling his hands inward.

Two dull cracks.

All four members of the tracking network were wiped out. The entire operation took less than five seconds.

Qin Meng stood still for two seconds.

The stench of blood did not dissipate.

After dealing with the four mutants, the lingering smell of putrid protein in the air should gradually fade as the corpses lose their vitality.

But the smell didn't lessen; instead, it became even stronger after the four corpses stopped moving.

The concentration is rising.

Moreover, the source direction has changed.

From directly in front, it became directly above.

Qin Meng raised his head.

Night sky.

A very thin, dark cloud was slowly moving over the southern area. As the searchlight swept across the bottom of the cloud, a very faint layer of deep red mist clung to its edge.

In the still night sky, the wisp of fog, with a certain deliberate direction of movement, was slowly sinking.

Inside my brain, the deduction process is running at high speed.

He had previously thought that Dawn of Flesh and Blood used a ground-based tracking network.

But those four mutants were just bait, outposts used to test his reaction speed.

The one truly responsible for pinpointing his location was in the air from the very beginning.

The dark red mist was now steadily hovering directly above him, about a hundred meters in the air. It showed no sign of descending; it simply hovered there, marking his coordinates in a way that Qin Meng had not yet fully analyzed.

Qin Meng did not move.

The sensory abilities granted by 227 points of physical strength began to extract more refined information from the being in the air—

heartbeat.

It is extremely slow, occurring no more than twelve times per minute. However, the energy fluctuations generated by each pulse far exceed the life force of any normal organism.

Stronger than thunderstorms. Stronger than blood bats.

He's stronger than Ye Wujiang, whose arm was shattered by his punch just now.

Level 6 and above.

But the data is still incorrect.

He has a complete sample of life fluctuations within the sixth order.

The energy density of the heartbeat of the being opposite is on the same level as, or even slightly exceeds, that of the sixth-order fully formed "Third Apostle" encountered before.

It's not an ordinary sixth-order one.

They are high-density individuals that have undergone special modifications.

The dark red mist slowly descended five meters from a height of one hundred meters.

Qin Meng's gaze was fixed intently on what was directly above him.

High in the sky, something hovering at the edge of the clouds made its first sound.

A very low, very soft inhale, carrying a certain morbid sense of satisfaction.

Then came a sentence, clearly falling from a hundred meters in the air.

"What a perfect body."