The others were hit by the stench of blood and vomit at once, and all clutched garbage bags as they threw up.
The instructor and Martial Guards chatted in low voices without looking back, while the guard at the entrance watched them sympathetically.
Zhou Leng's stomach churned, and he forcibly circulated his true qi to suppress it.
The five of them vomited one after another, and the room's smell grew increasingly unbearable.
Only after all five had emptied their stomachs did the Martial Guards ahead turn around.
They smiled faintly and glanced at Zhou Leng one after another.
"Today is on-site instruction. I'll teach you how to distinguish the various factions of the Demon-Worshiping Cult, and I'll ask questions along the way. Those who can't answer will lose credits and battle merit," Deng Zhijue said.
Everyone groaned inwardly. They had thought they were just here to watch the excitement; who knew they would be tested on the spot?
"Does this faction's method resemble the Huangmeng Sect's? Feng Wenhao, you answer."
Feng Wenhao braced himself against the wall and wiped the filth from the corner of his mouth. Weakly, he said, "No. After committing a crime, the Huangmeng Sect habitually writes the three words 'Huangmeng Sect' on the wall. Also, the Huangmeng Sect's trademark is beheading victims with a blade. And the Huangmeng Sect generally only kills... cough, they wouldn't commit crimes in an ordinary residential complex like this."
Deng Zhijue asked again, "Since it's this bloody, could it be the Fishman Cult's work? Lu Juncai."
"Doesn't look like it. The Fishman Cult's bloody formations and patterns mainly feature the Starry Blood Tree and Flesh Tree Roots. These formations are clearly not the Fishman Cult's style."
"Then could it be Poisoner Island, Wei Hong?"
Wei Hong swallowed and slowly said, "Poisoner