One of Zhang Yang's feet hung in the air, his body rigidly straight and his gaze solemn. He held that one-legged pose for a full minute.
He hadn't been scared witless.
In that minute, countless thoughts had already raced through his mind, and he had even turned over all the memories of his main body.
Then he was certain that the Brick hadn't been setting him up. The situation really was unusual.
"I never would've thought it. These diners really are fated to cross paths with me."
With a long sigh, Zhang Yang silently retreated half a step. Before the foot he had stepped out could touch the ground, a streak of azure sword-light flashed past. The boot on it turned to powder, and a strange mark appeared on the sole of his foot, as though someone had branded a large beast.
With these brands, the diners had coordinates for ordering food at any time. Hmm, I'm in a good mood today. I'll make you my afternoon tea. Then Zhang Yang would bizarrely—well, he didn't know what would happen by then. He couldn't imagine how those terrifying diners ate, or whether the diners necessarily had to eat at all.
"Brick, what is this?"
"The Heavenly God Mark. It can also be called the Evil Ghost Soul-Reaping Mark. It's a common method in the Fourth Sequence, and most heavenly gods use it to declare their identity. Once you have this mark, it means you've become meat on the chopping block."
Zhang Yang fell silent and looked up at the small city of Chentang Pass. Without a doubt, everyone inside had been branded with the Heavenly God Mark. They were being prepared to be taken somewhere and sacrificed to a heavenly god of the Fourth Sequence.
"Brick, can a heavenly god of