The Lamp that Attracts Moths

[Supernatural Creature: Lust Slave.]

[Status: Dying.]

[Information Fragment 1: There are many humans with weak wills. After encountering Supernatural Items from the evil alignment, due to an overly intense desire, they eventually become slaves to the item. They are gradually eroded and twisted by the evil power, and everything they do is to nourish that Supernatural Item and satisfy their own desires. They are collectively referred to as Lust Slaves.]

[Information Fragment 2: His desire was for lust. By nourishing the Supernatural Item, he obtained abnormally large genitals and a very high base affinity score with the opposite sex.]

[Information Fragment 3: In order to nourish that Supernatural Item, he used seduction to kill over seven women and devoured the vital essence within their bodies. He is the serial killer who has recently brought unrest to the women of the neighboring Blue Deer City – Withered Flower.]

The information fragments flowing through his eyes left Tang Qi, who was still a child in this world, somewhat speechless.

However, he did understand why this painter's combat strength was so weak. Forget about Tang Qi, who possessed the Chaga Combat Technique, even a slightly stronger man could probably finish him off.

Perhaps, this guy had allocated his attributes to all the wrong places.

Tang Qi had some impression of the Withered Flower mentioned in the interface.

Recently, a serial killer had appeared in Blue Deer City, next door to Messer City. This killer specialized in murdering beautiful women, and at the crime scenes, they would leave behind a withered flower. Thus, the busybody media had given them the name "Withered Flower."

The title was quite poetic, but unfortunately, the actual person was just a disgusting fellow.

After a brief recollection of the report, it was worth noting that this guy's bounty wasn't low.

But unfortunately, Tang Qi had no intention of claiming the bounty.

"Cough~ cough cough"

"Scratch scratch scratch"

Compared to the ground in Bronx, this place was obviously much cleaner, but at this moment, it was also a mess. In the bloodstains, the painter was struggling. He tried to cover his severed windpipe with his hands, but his broken hands clearly couldn't manage it.

The decent clothes he was wearing were already stained beyond recognition. Seeing that he wouldn't survive, he finally remembered something. He gave up struggling and suddenly began to crawl towards the nearby pile of belongings that had fallen to the ground.

The painter's target seemed to be a specific sheet among the stack of paintings.

His twisted hand, covered in blood, trembled as it reached out, seemingly about to touch it the next moment.

Then, a flash of silver-white blade light streaked past.

With a "splat," the sharp blade pierced through his hand, pinning it to the ground. Intense pain surged through him, but with his throat cut, he could only make a "hiss~ hiss hiss" sound when he tried to scream, like the sound of bellows pumping. Blood spurted out at an even faster rate.

Tang Qi made no other movements. He simply gathered the entire stack of paintings, without specifically taking out the one that seemed to be a Supernatural Item. He stuffed them all into the painter's bag.

After tidying up, the painter had already breathed his last, ending his life in agony.

Tang Qi turned around and watched a pink, misty spiritual body slowly emerge from the corpse. A strong sense of lustful impact emanated from it. Although his expression at this moment was incredibly pained and his body was twisted, he still gave off a strange feeling that was both repulsive and evocative.

There was no mockery, no angry shouting. Tang Qi just let out a cold snort. His hand, wrapped in a fiery glow, suddenly grabbed the head of the vengeful spirit. With a "hissing" sound, the vengeful spirit vanished into thin air.

Feeling a stream of golden light points flowing into his mind, a smile finally appeared at the corner of Tang Qi's mouth.

Another dose of fuel added!

After silently saying this in his heart, Tang Qi didn't bother with the corpse on the ground. He picked up the bag and turned to leave.

This painter was a foolish man with twisted desires. While he was struggling just now, Tang Qi had seen some women's intimate clothing peeking out of his pants pocket. Without a doubt, after committing his crimes, this guy didn't just leave behind a withered flower; he probably also took some "souvenirs."

"Whoever finds the body first has hit a small lottery."

Tang Qi muttered, one foot already stepping out of the alley.

But at this moment, in Tang Qi's mental space, the golden light points surged and rolled. The strong sense of danger once again made Tang Qi feel a slight, needle-like pain.

Almost instinctively, before his back foot even landed, Tang Qi followed the principles of the combat technique. Like a hunting leopard, he suddenly pushed off with his toes, twisted, instantly changed direction, and lunged back into the alley.

It was also at this moment, in mid-air, that Tang Qi saw the figure of the "attacker."

It was a shadow resembling a wolfdog, darting over at a speed far exceeding that of a human. After failing to bite Tang Qi's foot, it also rushed into the alley, then pushed off the wall and directly bit towards Tang Qi's neck.

A腥風扑面 (腥風撲面)腥风扑面 (xīng fēng pū miàn) - A foul wind blew in his face. A foul wind blew in his face. Tang Qi could even see the abnormally intertwined, stark white teeth inside the mouth of this giant wolfdog. In the gaps between its teeth were some fresh meat fibers and one or two black hairs.

Human flesh!

Tang Qi's heart tightened, and at the same time, his killing intent surged. He was about to strike in mid-air and eliminate this vicious dog.

But at this moment, a series of "howls" came from outside the alley.

Following closely, shadowy figures in the shape of wolves quickly approached, illuminated by the streetlights. Then Tang Qi saw seven or eight giant wolfdogs identical to the one that had lunged at him, baring their teeth, with blood still clinging to the fur around their mouths. Their pairs of eerie green eyes gleamed with terrifying light.

These terrifying things simultaneously lunged at Tang Qi.

"Did I just stir up a wolf's den?"

"Bang~ bang bang bang"

As this thought flashed through Tang Qi's mind, a handgun with an exaggerated design, like a hand cannon, was already in his hand.

The first to "taste" it was naturally the lead wolf, which was almost biting Tang Qi's neck.

With a muffled thud, as the smell of gunpowder filled the air, the head of the most ferocious giant wolf instantly deformed as if struck by a heavy hammer. Its skull, which was hard enough to withstand a rifle shot at close range, could not withstand the bullet wrapped in golden light.

Like a rotten watermelon, it exploded with a bang.

The other giant wolves also couldn't avoid the fate of being shot in the head.

Although he hadn't received special training in marksmanship and couldn't achieve the hundred percent accuracy of a sharpshooter.

However, when Tang Qi pulled the trigger of Blood Python No. 1, this Supernatural Creature firearm would automatically adjust its aim. Moreover, the oppressive feeling, like a dragon's roar, could cause monsters to fall into a state of shock. Even if it was only for an imperceptible half-second, it was enough to turn them into cold corpses.

"Phew~"

In the alley, Tang Qi held Blood Python No. 1, his breathing a little hurried. Looking at the ground covered in the corpses of giant wolves that resembled a creature called the Saralus Wolfdog but were much larger and more monstrous, his expression was solemn. It wasn't because he had killed too much, but because Tang Qi finally realized something at this moment.

He had made a significant mistake.

Buzz

Tang Qi's gaze fell on the back of his hand. There, the cold aura emanating from the Misfortune Mark was almost enough to freeze one of Tang Qi's hands solid.

An unimaginable sense of impending crisis swept over him like a flash flood at this moment.

At this moment, he felt malice, a malice similar to what he had faced when confronting the painter and these giant wolf monsters earlier.

But it was more intense, more dangerous, and at the same time, the number was... beyond imagination.

"I lit a lamp to attract moths, but I didn't turn it off in time."

"Or perhaps, I underestimated the Power of Misfortune too much?"

While muttering, Tang Qi's thoughts were like a fiercely burning flame, fiercely enveloping the mark on the back of his hand. With a hiss, as gray-black and cold smoke rose, the mark's glow quickly dimmed. It was finally shut off.

However, at this moment, Tang Qi looked at the entrance of the alley, stained with blood, his expression even more serious.