Rotten God Kingdom

Yuan Xue is treating Qian Cuo's injuries.

An arm being severed is a very difficult injury to treat.

"Jiang Xin, could you go downstairs and get me some gauze? It should be in the cabinet next to the first-aid kit. It's brand new and unopened."

Simply wrapping the wound with gauze is not enough to treat such an injury; medication must be used to prevent inflammation and infection.

Originally, Yuan Xue planned to move Qian Cuo to the living room to deal with the situation, but Qian Cuo fainted after explaining what had happened. The two women had to avoid causing further harm to Qian Cuo, so they could only treat his wounds in the bedroom.

"Okay." Jiang Xin carried the bloody water downstairs, poured it out in the bathroom, and then boiled a kettle of hot water.

After the kettle started boiling water, Jiang Xin went to the cabinet to look for gauze.

After waiting for about five minutes, Jiangxin found a brand new gauze, washed the towel clean, and carried the wooden basin upstairs.

"Sister Yuan Xue? Why did you close the door?" Jiang Xin, carrying hot water and gauze, kicked the door twice.

The sound of kicking the door didn't reach inside; even Jiang Xin herself didn't hear herself kicking the door.

problem occurs!

Jiangxin placed the hot water on the ground and kicked the door open.

The expected loud noise did not occur.

The entire building was eerily quiet, so quiet that no sound could be heard from the river's edge, not even the sound of one's own rapid heartbeat.

Jiang Xin kicked open the door and saw a strange, doll-like thing playing a wooden guitar. Its mouth was opening and closing, as if it were singing.

Jiang Xin's gaze continued to move backward, and she saw Qian Cuo, who was unconscious. It seemed that the bleeding from his wound had stopped.

She saw Yuan Xue unconscious. The spot where Yuan Xue had fainted was exactly where she had come downstairs, and even the expression on her face hadn't changed. It seemed that she had fainted in an instant.

Then, she saw the man sitting on the bed.

He wore a burgundy suit and a neat tie, the gold cufflinks reflecting the faint moonlight, and a white mask with an exaggerated smile on his face.

Yuan Xi fell to the ground, and the man grabbed her hand, examining her intently.

"A pair of beautiful hands, a pair of perfect hands, hands born for a musician. I intend to place these hands on my piano. What do you think?"

Jiang Xin was about to ask who the man in front of her was.

She did open her mouth, and her vocal cords did vibrate, but she didn't make a sound.

"The Sound of Silence" is a special piece of music with a beautiful melody that has the power to calm the listener's heart.

Originally, my purpose in learning this piece was to quiet them down when I finished the work, so they wouldn't struggle and ruin the raw materials I had carefully selected.

The result was that the song created a 50-meter radius around the singer, resulting in complete silence.

As the masked man spoke, his voice inevitably carried a hint of amusement: "The effect surprised me, but it's very effective. Within the area covered by the music, even if I detonate a bomb here, no one will notice."

This explains why no one noticed the masked man's three previous crimes.

Qian Cuo didn't realize what had happened in her home until she opened the door and saw the crime scene.

"Don't expect your brother to come back to save you. He's probably engrossed in discussing a painting right now. He knows the bloodstains on the windowsill were intentionally left by me, but he'll still follow the clues to find me. To make sure he can't find the painting, I deliberately didn't remove the bloodstains from my footprints, and I walked with more force than usual, just in case he couldn't find the clues. I plan to come back here to rest first. It will take him at least half an hour to come and go. Half an hour is enough time for me to do a lot of things."

The masked man explained his plan point by point, trying to break down Jiang Xin's psychological defenses.

"What are you looking for?" The masked man pulled out two guns, the very same two Jiang Wang had left for Jiang Xin. "Isn't it written in the Hunter's Code that weapons can be left unattended?"

The masked man said, "I understand. You've been away from Hunter City for a long time and have long forgotten that you were once a hunter. As a result, you've lost your most basic vigilance and thrown the instincts that are in a hunter's bones to the back of your mind."

Jiangxin's heart sank.

The man in front of her knew them well, but Jiang Xin knew nothing about him.

"Four works of art; we're just one step away from forming a complete band." The masked man took out a sharp knife from somewhere and gestured with it on the back of Yuan Xi's hand.

"Want to resist?" the masked man smiled. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

In fact, the masked man had no confidence in defeating Jiang Xin in a short period of time.

Therefore, he did not choose to kill Yuan Xue and the others directly. For him, pointless killing was meaningless.

He gave so many reasons because he was stalling for time!

Jiang Xin had many questions, but she suddenly realized that for the man in front of her, talking to a dying person was completely meaningless.

Although the gun was in the masked man's hands, Jiang Xin's real reliance was her superpower.

Arson!

A spark appeared out of thin air in the palm of the river, and the faint flame expanded into a fireball in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Xin waved his hand, and the fireball rushed towards the masked man's face.

Flames exploded on the masked man's body, and his body began to burn rapidly.

This is not the real person; it's just a painting created by the masked man.

Jiang Xin waved his hand again, confining the flames to a small area and preventing them from harming others.

She strode forward, intending to drag Yuan Xi off the battlefield first, lest her flames accidentally injure her.

But when she reached out and grabbed Yuan Xi, she didn't feel any warmth. The sensation in her palm told her that she wasn't holding a living person, but a piece of paper!

"Yuan Xi" smiled, turned her flat head 180 degrees, and stared straight at Jiang Xin with her drawn eyes. Then, she tore off her arm, and the piece of paper, like a knife, was plunged straight into Jiang Xin's abdomen.

"I forgot to tell you, what was talking to you just now was actually a painting."

Jiang Xin felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and her whole body seemed to be on fire.

The flames ignited the bed, and ignited the illusory barrier between her and the masked man.

That was a huge canvas!

Yuan Xi and the masked man are two separate paintings, behind which is a virtual scene created by the masked man using a canvas.

The canvas divided the room into two parts, and because the masked man was painted so realistically, Jiang Xin couldn't see anything wrong with it.

The canvas even depicted flowing moonlight. He used words to buy time and several false paintings to cause Jiang Xin to make a huge misjudgment of the battle situation!

While he was rambling on, the masked man drew several puppets holding knives behind the canvas!

"Admittedly, defeating a hunter head-on is not easy, and if you are accidentally targeted by a hunter and they are prepared, it is an even more hopeless situation. Unfortunately, today's hunter is me."

The masked man's voice came from all directions.

Some palm-sized pieces of paper made sounds in various parts of the room, making it impossible for Jiang Xin to determine the masked man's exact location.

Jiang Xin manipulated the flames to create a barrier, blocking the masked man's view.

She rolled twice on the ground, then huddled in a corner, desperately trying to avoid the masked man's bullets.

He was firing indiscriminately, but the flames blocking the river's path prevented him from pinpointing its exact location, making it impossible to kill with a single shot.

Jiang Xin could choose to unleash her superpower, setting the entire room ablaze and letting the flames engulf this small space.

But Yuan Xue, Yuan Xi, and Qian Cuo were also in the room.

Jiang Xin gritted her teeth, countless thoughts flashing through her mind.

If the masked man had already knocked Yuan Xue and the others unconscious, then they were most likely lying on the ground, and their position was probably no higher than the bed.

"What, trying to run away? Then I'll take their lives." The masked man emptied two magazines and threw the rifle on the ground.

"I forgot to tell you, the area downstairs is full of my paintings. As soon as you go downstairs, you'll be ambushed by them. I painted them as archers, small in size, but there are enough of them to shoot you into a sieve as soon as you go downstairs."

The masked man pulled a notebook out of his pocket.

There are some landscape paintings on it, which seem to be sketches by the masked man.

He placed a painting of a pool on the ground. As soon as the paper hit the ground, it seemed to dissolve, and the ground gradually became damp.

"The painter's paintings are still very useful."

The masked man took the pen from the side of the notebook, squatted down and drew the shape of a knife. He reached out and grasped in the air, and a strangely shaped "knife" was held in his hand.

"The pond in the painting will slowly appear over time. Of course, I can't bring the pond to reality completely, but I can make the space humid enough to limit your superpowers."

There were five painted dolls around the masked man.

Carrying knives, they slowly walked towards the fiery barrier that had been erected in the middle of the river.

Jiangxin was still thinking about how to make a living.

If Yuan Xue and the others are knocked unconscious, they will either be lying on the ground or in bed.

The height will definitely not exceed 1.5 meters!

As long as the range of the superpower burst is controlled to be more than 1.5 meters, it is enough to injure the masked man while preventing Yuan Xue and the others from being harmed.

Jiang Xin held her breath, enduring the excruciating pain in her abdomen. Her body temperature gradually rose, and more and more sparks burned in the air, even clashing with the masked man's painting. Thin water vapor rose in the air.

And then.

The dense sparks in the air instantly merged into one, and the flames exploded about 1.5 meters above the floor.

Like a bomb that has been detonated.

Flames engulfed everything in their path, bursting forth from doors and windows like a grand bonfire.

The paper figures drawn by the masked man were all destroyed, and the sound of the flames exploding carried far and wide.

The puppet playing the wooden guitar was destroyed, and the sound could finally travel.

"Interesting," the masked man praised.

It's unclear whether he was praising Jiang Xin's handling of the situation or praising Tong Yao for returning.