Descent

Hearing Li Shan speak, Feng Yixuan couldn't help but chime in, "Yeah, it seems like our vice- Captain has a lot of secrets."

This "ordinary citizen" not only called Lu Bai "Heavenly Venerate Lu" but also decisively snapped his own neck, clearly possessing some kind of supernatural power, making it hard not to arouse curiosity.

Lu Bai didn't say much.

Partly, I'm too lazy to explain this kind of thing to them.

On the other hand, he actually didn't know who the guy he had encountered was.

Although he realized from the other person's words that the other person was an illegal immigrant who had escaped from the previous Deathmatch Arena.

The problem is, in such a vast Cultivation World, how could Lu Bai possibly know everyone?

They are basically in a state where they don't know others, but others know them.

The only clue left is that the illegal immigrant had a grudge against him, but this is a rather narrow area, and there isn't even a reliable direction for guessing.

The bald, middle-aged man withdrew his curious gaze from Lu Bai, pointed at the corpse in the corridor, and ordered, "I need all the information about this person within ten minutes."

Several technical staff gathered around the body and began working; the forensic team would provide the on-site investigation results as soon as possible.

Preliminary autopsy results indicate that this possession, whose mechanism is currently unclear, did not enhance the possessed person's physical body; the deceased remained in the physical condition of an ordinary person, although the possibility of temporary enhancement cannot be ruled out.

The information gathered was quickly reported back: the possessed man's real name was Zhang Wei, and he lived on the twenty-third floor of this Livability Building, which was the floor below where Lu Bai and the others were currently located.

"According to the surveillance footage from the hallway cameras, after Zhang Wei opened his door at 11:21, he did not choose to take the elevator, but instead went through the fire Safe passage..."

The young Security Personnel was interrupted by Lu Bai halfway through his report.

"Has anyone else entered Zhang Wei's house before this?"

"Uh..." The Security Personnel didn't react.

The bald man decisively slapped his subordinate on the back of the head and scolded, "What 'uh'? Just answer whatever Captain Lü asks."

The security officer hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, oh, today's surveillance footage shows that Zhang Wei has been staying at home and hasn't come out. We'll retrieve the surveillance records from the past few days immediately."

Li Shan didn't just stand by and watch; after all, nominally, he was the one in charge of this case.

He turned to the bald man and said, "Immediately seal off the entire Livability Building and do not allow anyone to enter or leave."

Based on his past experience handling cases involving death row inmates, this kind of possession ability usually requires close contact to activate. In his opinion, the murderer should still be hiding in this Livability Building.

Lu Bai wasn't as optimistic as Li Shan; he knew that this wasn't actually the work of the suicide fighters.

If it were a cultivator's method, it wouldn't often be this complicated.

Moreover, the fact that this illegal immigrant dared to test him clearly shows that he wasn't afraid of being found out.

Li Shan naturally took over command at the crime scene.

"Send people to conduct door-to-door investigations."

A large crowd of onlookers had gathered outside the police cordon set up at the Livability Building.

The desire to "eat melons" (a Chinese idiom for gossiping or enjoying gossip) is a primal human instinct that cannot be avoided in any world.

As more and more people stood outside the cordon, a small-scale traffic jam gradually formed.

Although there are Security Personnel trying to manage the situation, don't expect much effect unless they take physical action.

"Hey bro, I heard someone died upstairs?"

A middle-aged man with gray hair felt someone tapping his shoulder, and he instinctively turned around to look.

The person who spoke to me was a middle-aged woman, a big, burly woman who looked like she often did heavy physical labor.

Being a man, the middle-aged man still replied, "Yes, I heard he died a horrible death; his body was drained dry."

"Really? That's pretty scary."

The middle-aged woman looked flustered, and the hand on the middle-aged man's shoulder unconsciously tightened a little. "Brother, I'm a little scared. Could you take me home first? It's not far; I live in that Livability Building."

The middle-aged man frowned, looked the woman up and down, and then reluctantly agreed.

Squeak~

The door, being so old, made a harsh sound, like a key scraping against glass, when it was pushed open.

"Come in and have some water, buddy. I live alone."

After the middle-aged man entered the house, the woman naturally closed the door again.

"Hey sis, how about we chat for a bit first, maybe we can get to know each other better."

The middle-aged man walked directly to the sofa and sat down, then patted the seat next to him, gesturing for the woman to sit there.

Unexpectedly, the woman not only did not refuse, but also took the initiative to straddle the middle-aged man.

"Hehe... hey, so eager?"

Just as the middle-aged man was about to reach out and feel around, a chilling cold suddenly spread throughout his body.

He tried to shout, but with all his might, only some indistinct sobs came out of his throat.

If someone were standing nearby at this moment, they would notice that the middle-aged man's body is visibly shriveling up.

Less than two minutes later, the woman got up and casually tossed the middle-aged man, now a dried-up corpse, onto the sofa.

"This kind of Spirit-Deprived Land is indeed troublesome. Refining this little bit of essence blood is not enough. I need to push the Blood Swallowing Sacred Art to its peak before my cultivation level regresses."

The woman was very dissatisfied with the current progress, but fortunately, the population density of the Livability City was high enough that there would be no shortage of prey. "Heavenly Venerate Lu, just wait and see."

The room was pitch black; the only source of light was a white candle placed in the center of the room.

There was no wind in the room, yet the candlelight flickered wildly.

In the flickering candlelight, shadowy figures could be seen in the darkness.

They all wore masks, their heads bowed devoutly, and chanted strange prayers in a monotone voice.

The combined sound of numerous chants did not create a noisy atmosphere.

Even if one cannot understand the specific content of the recitation, one can still intuitively grasp the purpose of the prayer—the coming of God.

As the prayer continued, the candlelight flickered more and more violently, as if it might go out at any moment.

When the candlelight flickered to its maximum.

Wow~

The people's prayers ceased.

The candlelight returned to its calm, still state.

"Giggle giggle..."

One of them casually removed his mask, looked around, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Before the words were even finished, the masked crowd around them all knelt down. "My Lord, this is what your loyal servants should do."

The man wearing Rogue Mask and a flashy purple suit crawled forward a short distance and continued, "The thirty-second Vice President of the Can Society welcomes the Lord's arrival."