Zero!
Fang Xin looked at the character that appeared in his palm.
After seeing it clearly, he quickly clenched his fist again.
He glanced at Hua Cheng, who was running ahead.
Fang Xin thought for a moment, then opened his palm again to look at it.
The character “Zero” was still there.
And as Fang Xin ran towards the gathering place, the “Zero” in his palm became clearer.
As he moved, the direction his palm faced also changed, and the ticklish sensation from his palm changed with it.
Fang Xin was puzzled, so he actively rotated his palm. When his palm faced the bustling center in the distance, the ticklish sensation in his palm reached its peak.
If he changed direction, the ticklish sensation would weaken significantly. If he faced the opposite direction of the bustling center, the ticklish sensation would be at its lowest.
As his palm faced the direction of the bustling center, under his strong perception, a very strange feeling arose in Fang Xin’s heart.
It seemed that something in the bustling center in the distance was mysteriously attracting him.
This feeling grew stronger as he got closer.
Fang Xin pondered. The only connection he had with “Zero” was that he was Zero Arbiter.
Could this feeling be because of that fake King of Slaughter?
Fang Xin was curious and quickly walked towards the bustling center.
The bustling center was a massage parlor. The spokespersons sent by several factions were all standing inside the massage parlor.
The onlookers blocked the place, three layers deep inside and three layers deep outside, making it impassable.
Hua Cheng led Fang Xin to squeeze in. There were simply too many onlookers from various factions. Hua Lao Liu could certainly force his way in, but being a Strength-based Mangfu, those with slender arms and legs would at least get bruises if bumped. Although Hua Lao Liu had a bad temper, he wasn't the type to randomly hit people without reason.
Seeing that he couldn't squeeze through, Hua Cheng took out white wine from his spatial ring, took a big gulp, letting the smell of alcohol cling to him. Then he took out a can of some kind of eight-treasure porridge, poured half the can into his mouth with a clang, then covered his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and made dry retching sounds, pretending to vomit while rushing inside.
The onlookers, who were already packed tightly, heard someone behind them about to vomit. They turned around and saw Hua Lao Liu covering his mouth, with liquid dripping from between his fingers.
They all made way for him.
Fang Xin followed behind Hua Lao Liu, sighing inwardly, “As expected of a Lao Liu, this is too ‘Lao Liu’!”
They passed through the crowd unhindered.
Hua Cheng stood inside, swallowing all the eight-treasure porridge. The people in front of him immediately moved away in disgust, creating a spacious area around Hua Lao Liu, while other areas were still very crowded.
Fang Xin stood next to Hua Cheng, feeling a little embarrassed, but Hua Cheng had no such thoughts. He wiped his hands, “A Xin, at necessary moments, being shameless is actually a talent.”
“I can see that!”
The two looked into the massage parlor.
Through the glass door, they saw what appeared to be two figures on the wall inside the massage parlor. Fang Xin’s eyesight was good, and his perception was also strong, so he immediately sensed it.
On the wall were a naked man and woman. From their appearance, they seemed to have been studying life science before being nailed to the wall.
Besides them, several other bodies lay haphazardly inside the massage parlor, including even children’s bodies. Not even pet dogs were spared; all were killed.
And in the most conspicuous place in the massage parlor, several words were written in blood.
“I bloom in slaughter, like a morning flower!”
Fang Xin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows high. “What the heck? You bastard! You, a fake, have more style than me? That sounds good, awesome!”
The ticklish sensation in his palm was still there, but when his palm faced the massage parlor, it wasn't the strongest. It only reached its peak when it faced a certain direction in the crowd of onlookers.
Fang Xin was startled and wondered, “Could it be that the fake King of Slaughter is hidden among the crowd?”
“Did he not leave immediately after killing people, but returned to the scene to observe his masterpiece?”
The onlookers were discussing animatedly, “Damn, as expected of the King of Slaughter. Wherever he goes, he leaves no survivors. He doesn’t even spare pet dogs. It feels like even earthworms passing by would be split in half vertically!”
“With so many of us here, he killed people. This is too arrogant!”
“Doesn’t this further prove the King of Slaughter’s power!”
“If he’s really powerful, he should come out openly!”
“If the King of Slaughter comes out, would you go and stop him?”
“Damn! That’s hilarious. Have you ever seen an internet troll actually go out and do it themselves?”
Inside the massage parlor.
Chu Tianhong, wearing shoe covers, frowned and raised his hand to his mouth and nose.
He looked at the middle-aged church members and Bai Mao Zai who were examining the bodies.
Bai Mao Zai, hands in his pockets, tilted his head, observing the man and woman.
Then he turned his head and looked at a figure behind Xing Longshu, the First Deputy Director. It was a thick-lipped young man with a dull expression.
Bai Mao Zai tilted his head slightly.
The thick-lipped young man stepped forward, raised one hand towards the deceased’s body, and closed his eyes.
His other hand held a diamond-shaped crystal against his brow.
Before long, a soft light emanated from the diamond-shaped crystal, like a projector, illuminating the wall. Immediately, scenes from the deceased’s life appeared on the wall.
Fang Xin was originally rotating his palm, searching for the source of that sensation.
Noticing the commotion inside the massage parlor, he couldn't help but turn his head to look.
The thick-lipped young man was a master of the Perception-based type.
The extracted memories of the deceased were projected onto the wall using the diamond-shaped crystal as a medium.
Everyone saw two pale bodies rolling back and forth, clothes being thrown onto the floor one by one.
The woman moaned softly, “You scoundrel, didn’t you promise to marry me?”
The man panted, “Why are you in such a hurry? I bought a critical illness insurance policy for my wife, and her mother is the beneficiary. After a while, when she dies in an accident, the money will go into that Old Lady’s account. That Old Lady isn’t very bright, so giving the money to her or to me is pretty much the same. Then, my little slut, whatever you want to buy, I’ll buy it for you, and we can enjoy ourselves however we want!”
Hearing this, the woman happily let out a series of soft moans, “Scoundrel! Lie still, I’ll move myself!”
Suddenly, the man shivered violently in fright and looked towards the corner of the room.
The woman also sensed something and turned her head to look.
They saw a masked person sitting on the sofa in the corner of the room, legs crossed, with long red hair, wearing a suit. They had appeared at some unknown time and were looking at the man and woman with a smile.
The masked man slowly stood up, “Disloyal, unfilial, unkind, unrighteous. Truly deserving of death!”
As he spoke, the masked man raised his hand, his palm glowing with a hazy crimson light.
“In the name of the King of Slaughter! I sentence you to death!”
Four huge blood-red tentacles suddenly emerged from his lower back. Two supported the ground, lifting the masked man’s body into the air.
The other two blood-red tentacles converged and merged, directly impaling the man and woman, pinning them together.
The blood-red tentacles extended, passing through the couple, piercing through the wall, and nailing them to the first-floor wall. Their blood seeped from the wounds, forming a huge blood-red nail.
The masked man’s two tentacle-like prosthetics, stained with blood, wrote that sentence on the wall.
The scene ended there.
Bai Mao Zai, hands in his pockets, was the first to speak, “Hey! This looks a bit familiar. Isn’t this just washing seaweed?”