After the captain left, the atmosphere in Happy Home instantly relaxed.
The tall, powerfully built Black Butcher spoke to no one. He gathered up his fully mutated Uniform, lifted a cloth sack still dripping blood, and walked alone to the stone pillar. His solitary behavior immediately drew the attention of the other five pairs of eyes.
They watched as the Black Butcher touched the stone pillar with one finger. After thinking for several seconds, he untied the sack, turned it upside down, and shook out a clattering pile of skeletal demon cocoons smeared with viscous green foul blood. There were at least thirty of them, rolling across the floor. Several Dried Corpse Magic Palms were mixed in among them.
"Hiss...!"
Lü Rang sucked in a sharp breath, awe rising in his heart. He clearly remembered that Black Butcher had gone his separate way when they left the inn. He had not attended the Buddhist Sect ritual at all.
Which meant that, all alone and without any teammates to support him—or thighs to cling to—he had slaughtered at least thirty Mad Eggplants and a handful of corpse ghouls in just half a night? Meng Xiyue, who was certain he was merely an ordinary person without even a trace of supernatural power on him, could not help but praise him as well. "What a ruthless man!"
With nothing but a Uniform and a Bone Cleaving Knife, he had carved out a path through the darkness by relying on the cover of night and his race's innate stealth talent. Just as expected of a butcher.
Zhou Chu narrowed her eyes and began recording his traits, silently tagging him as a "murderous demon."
He had originally been just an ordinary butcher in Running, perhaps still able to suppress the devilish nature in his heart.