The Demon Watered by Blood

The discouraged Ghost huddled by the door, watching from the sidelines, looking like he was about to run away at any moment.

Yu Xing's plan was to achieve a swift victory.

His stamina is insufficient to sustain him in prolonged attacks and dodges; to use Yugi character analogy, he's like a burst-type assassin who struggles to maintain his momentum.

Red filled his vision. Every attack from the red-clad brother carried the resentment of the humans who had died at its hands. These resentments transformed into illusions, causing Yu Xing to see the tragic and distorted faces of people before their deaths, and hear their cries in his ears.

If an ordinary person were to experience such hallucinations, they would surely be tormented to the point of mental exhaustion, and ultimately death.

This is the unique attack method of the red-clad beings; therefore, the more people they kill, the stronger they become.

Yu Xing's mood gradually soured as she was also affected by this inescapable hallucination.

Although he was disguised as a red-clothed vengeful ghost, he was still a human after all. He couldn't use the red-clothed ghost's abilities, otherwise, he really wanted to show the red-clothed brother what a real sea of blood and mountain of corpses looked like.

So tired...

Yu Xing discovered that the ghosts in this world liked to attack the head when killing and fighting, as if they enjoyed seeing their prey's face drenched in blood from top to bottom.

Then let's not hide anymore...

As the red-clad brother's long, needle-like fingernails clawed at his head, he only slightly tilted his head, yet the ghost's claws still landed on the top of his head.

To his astonishment, the man in red realized that he had seized the vital point of the woman in the mourning mask.

Strange, the combat strength displayed by this mourning red-clad figure is completely mismatched with the thick blood mist!

Too weak!

It immediately became suspicious and stuck its finger into Yu Xing's head.

"Ah!" the discouraged Ghost exclaimed.

"Yu Xing!" Zhao Yijiu, who had been distracted by what was happening here, also cried out in shock. She kicked the younger brother in red away to give herself some space and ran towards Yu Xing without hesitation.

He felt that Yu Xing had made a mistake in his decision.

Yu Xing's swordsmanship is very skilled and experienced, but compared to him, it is not superior.

If anyone is more likely to kill a red-clad person with the Stop Killing " technique, it's definitely him, who is more familiar with the Stop Killing" technique, rather than that sickly Yu Xing!

A rare look of panic crossed Zhao Yijiu's usually cold face beneath his mask. As he ran toward Yu Xing, he carefully dodged the attacks of the red-clad brother. The image of Yu Xing's head being pierced by the vengeful ghost's claws, along with the bloody hallucinations created by the red-clad brother, flashed before his eyes. He gritted his teeth: What's going on? He'd been fooled by Yu Xing's composed demeanor; he'd trusted him too much!

Yu Xing, damn it, don't die here! It's so pointless...

The sound of claws tearing through skin and shattering a piece of bone rang clearly in Yu Xing's mind.

His pupils contracted, and he let out a muffled groan, as if he hadn't been anesthetized and was being pierced by five thick steel needles into his brain. The excruciating pain was transmitted layer by layer from the dense neurons. For a moment, his vision went completely blank until the scalding blood slid down his eyelids and blurred his left eye, at which point he regained consciousness.

Then he felt his Persona Mask being removed by the brother in red.

The Persona Mask that had left his face automatically blurred and dissipated into the air, returning to its original state on the panel.

Yu Xing's delicate and stunningly beautiful face was exposed to the air, and streams of blood meandered down the middle and sides of her face, adding to the tragic and terrifying sight that was unbearable to look at.

The long, flowing red robe slowly dissipated, revealing the waiter's shirt and vest. The man in red exclaimed in surprise, "You really are a living waiter!"

On one hand, he was shocked that a living person could actually possess strength comparable to the red-clothed ghost; on the other hand, he was surprised by the fact that he had completely taken control of the life of this living servant.

Its fingers weren't inserted very deep, only half a decimeter. This depth wouldn't be fatal to the red-clothed ghost, but for a human, it would be almost an instant death!

Why bother? He could easily have gotten through the party by intimidating everyone with his own strength, yet he insisted on provoking it and its brother...

What is this human thinking?

Is he dead?

The man in red ignored the roar of another human disguised as Black Shadow behind him; he was genuinely puzzled.

Is he dead?

Of course not.

The excruciating pain pulled Yu Xing back to reality. He closed his left eye to prevent blood from getting into it, and looked at the red-clad figure who had let down her guard with her right eye.

It felt the same as every time I'd been injured before.

His senses in his limbs, his thoughts and vision remain clear and active.

Yes, he's not exactly a swordsman. If he were to fight Zhao Yijiu one-on-one, he would definitely lose due to exhaustion. If his opponent were Qu Xuanqing, he would be riddled with holes within a minute.

If Qu Xuanqing were there, the woman in red wouldn't be a problem at all. But only he and Zhao Yijiu were present, and Zhao Yijiu was indeed not strong enough.

Only he could kill the woman in red; only he could do it. No one else could.

At this distance, the red-clad ghost could no longer escape.

Yu Xing narrowed her eyes and, under the gaze of the man in red, revealed a smile that seemed utterly eerie to him.

Like a demon bathed in blood, it bloomed with a wounded smile from the abyss.

He gripped the wrist of the red-clad brother's hand, the one piercing his skull, with his left hand, while his right hand held the cold hilt of the sword that Stop Killing. Zhao Yijiu abruptly halted her movements—

A single sword strike, decisive and abrupt.

The blade pierced into the red-clad man's temple on one side and then exited from the other side.

A black aura flowed and rose from the Stop Killing, quickly bringing silence into the life of its prey.

Yu Xing's smile remained unchanged.

See, only he can do that.

Only he could use this curse to exchange one life for another.

But he cheated; after exchanging his life for someone else's, he still had many, many more lives to use.

The surprise, fear, and shock on the red-clad brother's face were mixed together, emerging from behind the shattered and fallen mask. Not only him, but even Zhao Yijiu, who ran over, and the red-clad brother who floated back with him were stunned.

What kind of plot twist is this?

Zhao Yijiu couldn't help but take a step back.

He saw Yu Xing frown as he pulled the red-clothed brother's fingers out of his head. Despite the fatal wound, he staggered to his feet and even smiled as he released the Stop Killing from the red-clothed brother's head, which was now unable to resist, and then delivered two more sword strikes.

He seemed like a madman, like a monster.

"Brother!" the younger brother in red cried out in fear, rushing towards Yu Xing.

Yu Xing turned his head to the side.

Blood was smeared on his face, and blood kept oozing from his wounds, but he seemed oblivious. This reminded Zhao Yijiu of a family elder she had once seen who had become a monster Personality Assimilation Degree.

The elder used to like him a lot. When he was five or six years old, he often gave him toy cars, Transformers and the like that he didn't like, which always made ten-year-old Zhao Mou complain that it was unfair.

He gave all his toys to Zhao Mou, so the elder changed his approach and started giving him things like unsharpened daggers, which is how Zhao Mou remembered him and gradually became closer to him.

Later, on a stormy night, his elders burst into his house amidst the rumbling thunder. He was bewildered as his father carried him and hid him in the closet. Together with Zhao Mou, they waited in the darkness for their father to take them out.

But it didn't happen.

He broke free from Zhao Mou's hand and crawled out of the wardrobe, only to see his elders with expressions completely different from usual. Their eyes were cloudy, and their necks were covered with countless new eyes staring at him. At the elders' feet was his father, torn to pieces.

What happened next?

He couldn't remember clearly, but it seemed that Zhao Mou dragged him away desperately, then someone came, someone told him that the nightmare was over, and then someone took away his father's body.

That was his nightmare. In the countless days and nights that followed, in the darkness and silence, that scene haunted his mind like a ghost.

As he grew up, he learned of the existence of this Absurd Deduction Game and the existence of Personality Assimilation Degree.

Zhao Yijiu's breath hitched. A flood of memories made him hesitant to step forward, but his body acted faster than his thoughts. He reached out and grabbed the fluttering hem of the red-clad younger brother's clothes.

He heard his own voice, cold and inhuman, trembling clearly in the silence. "Don't go over there."

"Brother!!" The younger brother in red ignored him and, being pulled by the living, unleashed his crimson aura towards Yu Xing.

Yu Xing's head still ached, but he reacted quickly. Relying on his strength, he grabbed the red-clothed brother who had fallen to the ground and blocked the blood energy attack.

The one in red is really hard to kill. Even with his brain pierced and enduring the angry attack from his younger brother, the older brother in red still didn't die.

However, it has lost its ability to move and is hovering on the verge of being completely annihilated.

Yu Xing threw it down, picked up her sword, and headed towards her younger brother in red.

We need to get closer; only by getting closer can we attack.

He said, "Brother Jiu, don't let it move around."

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhao Yijiu seemed to awaken from some kind of nightmare. He looked into Yu Xing's eyes and found them clear, unlike those cloudy eyes that had transcended the realm of humanity.

Perhaps Yu Xing is simply insane... he suddenly realized.

Tightening her grip, Zhao Yijiu withstood the attacks of blood energy and illusions amidst the red-clad brother's rage. Soon, Yu Xing arrived, wielding the Stop Killing weapon.

As Zhao Yijiu's pressure eased, she realized she was injured; the wound on her arm was deep enough to expose the bone, but compared to Yu Xing, it seemed insignificant.

The younger brother in red felt very aggrieved.

The human in front of it was too strange. Even though it had suffered an injury that should have killed it instantly, it was still full of energy. It couldn't kill the human no matter what it did. Instead, the human would seize any opportunity to severely injure it.

This lousy bar.

The younger brother in red followed in his older brother's footsteps; in his final moments, before losing his own consciousness, this was what he was thinking about.

Yu Xing let out a long sigh, slumped to the ground, and tossed the sword back to Zhao Yijiu: "I'm too tired to move. You finish them off, I need to rest for a while..."

As he spoke, he wiped his face with his shirt sleeve, managing to clean off some of the blood.