I'm only three years old, how could it be a world-ending catastrophe?

It was a shallow pit that had been forcibly dug open.

In the pit lay more than a dozen mutilated corpses.

These corpses were all wearing the standard uniforms of the Extraordinary Bureau; some were missing arms, some were missing legs, and some were missing half of their bodies.

But they have one thing in common.

All the faces...

It's all gone!

And now!

These mutilated corpses were trembling violently.

They seemed to come alive, squeezing and writhing against each other, as if trying to merge into a new, even more terrifying monster.

This made Jiang Luo frown.

and so……

When that "Chen Xue" came here, was she not only going to eat the remaining half of the headmaster's body, but also intending to enjoy these bodies?

Or perhaps...

Is the intention to somehow fuse these corpses into a new monster to fight against him?

Jiang Luo didn't know.

It doesn't matter anymore.

In short...

"Want to transform?"

"Take this!"

Jiang Luo clenched his small fist and punched the pile of merging corpses.

boom!

A muffled thud.

The entire toilet floor shook.

A huge crater appeared on the spot.

The merging corpses, along with the surrounding soil, were all blasted into dust by Jiang Luo's punch, leaving not a trace.

Just then, a hazy, soap bubble-like object floated up from the center of the pit.

This thing...

Jiang Luo looked at it and felt that it looked somewhat familiar.

He remembered.

The bubbles I blew and popped in one breath a couple of days ago at the entrance of Xingchen Kindergarten look exactly the same!

Jiang Luo felt...

This thing is not only not dangerous, but it also has an attraction.

He thought for a moment, then stretched out his little finger and tentatively touched the bubble.

The instant his finger touched the bubble.

Images flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

In the picture.

It's that S-class superhuman named Zhou Hao.

He led a dozen or so team members to the presidential suite on the top floor of the Yunchen International Hotel.

Their purpose in coming here was to resolve the S-level disaster incident at Yanbei No. 1 Middle School, a few kilometers away.

However, after Zhou Hao arrived here, he did not immediately organize an attack. Instead, he chose to make a deal with the Calamity at Yanbei No. 1 Middle School.

When he returned to the hotel and told his teammates about his decision, he was met with strong opposition from everyone.

The team members could not accept using the lives of innocent people to buy so-called "peace".

The argument quickly escalated into a conflict.

Zhou Hao's patience gradually faded.

His gaze turned icy as he looked at his subordinates, whom he considered "ungrateful."

"Since you're so eager to be heroes, then I'll grant your wish."

After saying that, he made his move without hesitation.

The power of an S-rank erupted in the small room.

Those team members, whose highest rank was no more than A, had absolutely no power to resist him.

massacre.

A one-sided massacre.

More than a dozen elite members of the Dongzhou City Extraordinary Bureau died at the hands of their own superior.

On their deathbeds, their faces were filled with resentment, hatred, and deep despair.

They couldn't understand why they hadn't died in the battle against the calamity, but instead had to die from the betrayal of their own people.

After Zhou Hao killed them, he took all their bodies to the hotel's basement and buried them in the toilet.

The final scene shows the spatial memory sphere formed by the dozen or so team members using their last supernatural powers before they died.

They were unwilling to accept it.

I am unwilling to die so meaninglessly.

They were unwilling to accept that the traitor could still rise through the ranks while still basking in the glory of a hero.

With their last shred of devotion, they left behind a message.

"If someone could see this memory..."

"Please...give it to Director Zhao..."

"Tell him... Zhou Hao's true colors..."

"We...will die with our eyes wide open..."

The scene ends here.

Jiang Luo stood there, silent.

original……

Is that so...?

Was the creation of the "ghost face" also due to their extreme resentment?

Jiang Luo felt a little uneasy.

He never understood.

Why are there so many rotten people in this world who always wantonly trample on the lives of others for their own selfish desires?

Especially the trampling of the lives of those who are working hard to bring peace to the world!

They...

Damn it!

The only downside is that Zhou Hao died too quickly.

If I had known it would turn out like this, I should have tortured them properly!

Jiang Luo shook her head, shaking off this unnecessary emotion.

Right now, he only cares about one thing.

This spatial memory sphere...

It's a good bargaining chip.

I'm hungry.

I'm very hungry.

With just this one leg, there's not enough to fill a gap between my teeth.

Perhaps... we could negotiate a deal with that old man Zhao Haidong.

With that in mind, Jiang Luo no longer hesitated.

He opened his small mouth and sucked hard on the severed leg in his hand.

A dense, ominous power surged into his body through his mouth.

It's very pure, much stronger than the power in Li Zheng's body.

Unfortunately, the quantity was too small.

After finishing the meal, Jiang Luo felt a bit full, realizing that it was just enough to fill her stomach.

That feeling of hunger was still screaming inside my body.

We can't delay any longer.

Jiang Luo carefully put the spatial memory ball into the pocket of her yellow duck overalls, then turned around and ran upstairs.

……

After Jiang Luo ran up from the basement, he immediately saw the blood-red dragon Jiahao still locked in combat with the grotesque-faced creature.

"Jiahao, where did that old man go? Where did he go?" Jiang Luo asked.

Jiahao let out a low growl, and the huge dragon head pointed towards the top of the stairs.

Did they go upstairs to rescue someone?

Jiang Luo understood, so she didn't ask any more questions and prepared to go upstairs to find Zhao Haidong.

But just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of the "ghost face" still fighting with Jiahao out of the corner of his eye.

With his newfound insight, he suddenly noticed a detail he hadn't seen before.

This thing...

Perhaps this is the murder rule of the "Ghost Face"!

A smile appeared on her little face.

It seems like we've gained another bargaining chip in our deal with that old man Zhao Haidong.

Thinking of this, Jiang Luo quickened her pace upstairs.

But he didn't notice.

[Strange Faces] At this moment, several faces are flashing with an unusual light!

……

On the top floor, inside the presidential suite.

Zhao Haidong searched the entire suite thoroughly, but still found no clues about Zhou Hao or the missing team members.

This place has been cleaned so thoroughly.

So clean... it's as if someone deliberately erased all traces.

Zhao Haidong's face grew increasingly gloomy.

He had a gut feeling that there must be some secret hidden here.

Just then, he noticed the innermost room of the suite.

The door was closed, and from the outside, it looked no different from the other rooms.

However, Zhao Hai-Dong's spiritual power keenly sensed that there was the presence of a living person behind the door.

He strode forward and kicked the door open.

The moment the door opened, Zhao Haidong froze.

There were no signs of a fight in the room as he had imagined, nor anything terrifying.

There was only one huge, round, soft bed.

On the bed, a dozen men and women huddled together, their faces filled with fear and unease.

When they saw Zhao Haidong kick the door open and come in, they all cried out in surprise.

He's a survivor!

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

Zhao Haidong immediately spoke up and revealed his identity.

He tried to keep his voice as gentle as possible so as not to frighten the survivors.

The dozen or so people looked at each other, their eyes filled with suspicion and wariness, and no one dared to speak.

Zhao Haidong sighed, took out his ID from his pocket, and showed it to them.

"I'm from the State Secrets Department, specializing in handling these kinds of incidents. You're safe now."

Seeing the gold-embossed national emblem on the documents, the survivors' tense nerves relaxed slightly.

One of the middle-aged men, who seemed to be the leader, mustered his courage and asked, "Where...where is that monster outside?"

"It's been stalled for now. You can leave with me now," Zhao Haidong said. "Are you the only survivors left in the hotel?"

The middle-aged man nodded, a hint of lingering fear on his face.

"They're all...they're all dead...everyone in the hotel was killed by that monster."

"We were lucky to have made it to this room and hidden on this bed, which is how we survived..."

Hiding in bed?

Zhao Haidong's brows furrowed slightly.

"As long as you stay on this bed, the monster won't attack you?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded vigorously. "As long as we don't go to bed, the monster will target us as soon as we leave this room. But as soon as we go back to this bed, it won't bother us anymore."

A hint of confusion flashed in Zhao Hai-Dong's eyes.

He stepped forward and carefully examined the bed.

It was a very ordinary bed, no different from any other five-star hotel bed he had ever stayed in.

There was no trace of any supernatural power or eerie aura remaining on it.

Why... can hiding on this bed help me avoid the [Ghost Face]'s murder rules?

Is there anything special about this bed itself?

Or perhaps... the murder rules of [The Ghost Face] are related to the bed?

Zhao Haidong couldn't understand it.

However, now is not the time to think about these things.

"Get down, all of you. I'll take you away from here first," Zhao Haidong said to the people on the bed.

No matter what, get them out of here first.

But none of the dozen or so people dared to move.

They looked at Zhao Haidong with fear, then glanced at the dark corridor outside the room, their faces filled with hesitation.

Rather than leaving with this stranger, they seemed to feel safer staying in this "safe" bed.

"Hurry! We don't have time!"

Zhao Haidong's tone became somewhat anxious.

Because he didn't know how long Jiang Luo's blood-red dragon was willing to hold off [the ghost face].

But those people are still hesitant.

Just then.

A familiar, twisted, and strange sound of footsteps rang out from outside the door.

Da...da...da...

Zhao Haidong's heart sank.

He turned his head.

Then, the terrifying figure of the "Ghost Face," composed of countless faces, emerged step by step from the darkness, carrying a rusty short knife.

It is coming!

The survivors on the bed let out a desperate scream the moment they saw the [ghost face], burying their heads in the blankets and trembling.

Zhao Haidong's face turned extremely ugly.

He didn't know whether Jiang Luo had already left with the blood-red dragon, or whether [The Ghost Face] had shaken off the dragon's entanglement.

But now, he has become the target of the [Ghost Face].

Zhao Haidong took a deep breath, and the extraordinary power within his body began to surge wildly.

It seems we have no choice but to fight to the death.

But just as he was about to make his move...

A childish voice, yet tinged with impatience, rang out.

"Old Deng, so you're here?"

Zhao Haidong suddenly turned his head.

Jiang Luo walked in with his hands in the pockets of his yellow duck overalls, looking disgusted.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Zhao Haidong asked, both surprised and delighted.

Jiang Luo pouted, "I haven't finished my business yet, why the hell are you leaving?"

At this moment, the head of the [Ghost Face], composed of countless faces, mechanically rotated, and its countless empty eyes locked onto Jiang Luo.

Then, it raised the short knife in its hand and approached Jiang Luo step by step.

Zhao Haidong's heart jumped into his throat.

But just then, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The strange face in front of me... seems to be a size smaller than the one I saw downstairs earlier.

The dense array of faces on its head has also diminished considerably.

Zhao Haidong counted carefully, and at least... five faces were missing!

In other words...

This [mysterious face] has the ability to create clones!

The reason it was able to escape the blood dragon's clutches was because... it left its clone there while its main body came here!

This is... a huge problem.

Zhao Haidong's expression became extremely solemn.

He didn't know just how powerful the true form of this "ghost face" really was.

But that short sword alone, capable of ignoring all defenses, was enough to kill them all here.

The strange face continued its footsteps.

It's getting closer and closer to Jiangluo.

five meters.

three meters.

one meter.

Zhao Hai-Dong's breathing almost stopped.

The survivors on the bed were so frightened that they couldn't even make a sound.

But Jiang Luo remained standing in the same spot, motionless.

Just as [the grotesque face] raised its short knife, about to chop it down on Jiang Luo's head...

Jiang Luo moved.

He neither chose to attack nor to dodge.

Instead, she reached out her little hand, grabbed Zhao Haidong's arm, and pulled him onto a carpet next to her.

The two stood side by side, motionless.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The movements of the [ghost face] suddenly stopped.

Its raised dagger remained suspended in mid-air, never falling.

Its head, composed of countless faces, simply "watched" Jiang Luo and Zhao Haidong on the carpet, motionless, like a sculpture.

Zhao Haidong was stunned.

He stared at the scene before him in disbelief, feeling as if his mind was completely overwhelmed.

What happened?

Why...is it not moving?

Could it be that……

"It seems I was right."

Jiang Luo's voice broke the deathly silence in the room.

"So this is your rule for killing people!"

Zhao Haidong's body jolted violently.

He suddenly realized.

original……

This child...

He actually... figured out the killing rules of the [Ghost Face] in such a short time!

He even...

He even saved himself!

Zhao Haidong looked at the three-year-old child beside him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Shock, admiration, and... a deep sense of guilt.

He recalled that just two days ago, he had led a group of people to test Jiang Luo's parents.

They even considered taking action immediately once they confirmed that the calamities were real.

But now... he has been saved by this "Child of Calamity".

This is just...so ironic.

He felt extremely uncomfortable inside.

"Old Deng, how about a deal?" Jiang Luo looked up at Zhao Haidong beside her.

Zhao Haidong snapped out of his daze, stunned for a moment, "Wh...what deal?"

Jiang Luo took out the grayish-brown spatial memory sphere from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Haidong.

"This is what I just found downstairs; it's what your team members left behind before they died."

"You can read the contents yourself when you get home."

"Furthermore, I can also tell you the killing rules of this [Ghost Face]."

"In exchange, I need you to bring me a few Calamities afterwards."

Zhao Haidong took the memory ball, looked at Jiang Luo, and frowned.

"What do you want calamity for?"

Jiang Luo grinned, revealing a set of small white teeth, her expression innocent and naive.

"Of course...we'll eat them."

Eat...eat them?

Upon hearing this, Zhao Haidong's mind went completely blank.

and so……

This child is truly a calamity!

only……

Is his prey his own kind?

Feeding on calamities...?

How could such a thing exist in this world?