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John Borg asked, "Are you sure that little guy is a newbie?"

Sigma answered confidently, "He's definitely a newbie. He came in with two female companions. One of them is a live streamer, and the other isn't very bright; she wants to meddle in everything."

"Is that so?" John was deeply surprised. "I thought the extraordinary forces of this Celestial Pivot would resort to force, but it seems I was worried for nothing."

"What kind of harsh methods are these, my master?" Sigma said with a sly smile, flattering him incessantly. "This kid bullies ordinary people outside. When a few poor students blocked his way, he went and slapped them. He can't control his spiritual pressure at all. I think he's just a nymph, wearing the standard Tenshu's Jiji·Spirit Clothes to have fun, and—"

The lord whispered among himself, as if he were talking badly about someone behind their back; one should be more careful.

"--And this kid saw me handing out coins to other customers, and after they yelled at him a couple of times, he immediately became docile and didn't dare utter a sound. I think this guy is easy to talk to, and he's using this substitute job as an opportunity to pick up girls."

At the front desk, the bartender was still telling the guests about the vintage and origin of these cellars, trying to showcase the value of the cocktails and give the guests the illusion that they were getting a great deal.

When Jiang Xueming saw the freeze-dried powder jars of the Madness Butterfly, he couldn't wait any longer.

Vita Imprint is an infectious disease, and apart from Universal Elixir, other medical methods are very difficult to eradicate these parasites.

It can be transmitted through bodily fluids. Without White Lady's products, one would have to open the abdomen and expose the organs to strong ultraviolet light and the sun, which would still make it difficult to completely kill this demonic butterfly lurking in the abdomen.

The plump White Lady can also alter the texture of human tissues, hide in the cavities of internal organs, wrap their bodies in silken nets, and allow the viruses left in the skin and lymph nodes to return to the cardiovascular system, causing these worms to start growing again.

Therefore, in the modern medical system, unless there is a liquid form of sunlight that can flow to every corner of the human body, it is impossible to cure this incurable disease.

Previously, if any guest drank the Blood Butterfly cocktail here, they would inevitably be branded with the Vita Imprint. When they returned home, to school, to the cafeteria, or to their table, without serving chopsticks, the virus would spread to more people through saliva.

In addition, touching or kissing, making love, etc. are all ways in which the Vita Imprint is transmitted.

Just as Lord Sigma and the Terror Artist were having a pleasant conversation, a small problem arose at the store's front desk.

Jiang Xueming was not going to wait any longer. If Lord Sigma was only after money, then the criminal activities related to defrauding RMB were none of his business. The cooperation between the two brothers, Fat Monk and Thin Monk, and Lord Sigma was a case of mutual consent, inseparable and treacherous, which he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

However, in Xue Ming's eyes, the raw materials for these Blood Butterfly cocktails were the source of the plague that could not be waited for, could not be tolerated for even a moment, and should be burned on fire the moment he saw them.

"You've all heard about this Bloody Mary a lot from Douyin and Kuaishou marketing accounts. If you haven't been to a proper bar, this is probably your first time trying it, right? Don't worry, I'm going to add something even more magical." The bartender was still explaining the trendy drink to the customer, reaching into the freezer behind him. "This freeze-dried powder is called Vita Imprint. If you drink it, you'll have nightmares every day, and it will seriously affect your sleep quality. Customer—are you sure you want to add it to your drink?"

A Le was bold and fearless. "Add more! Give me a lot more! The wine and spices here are so expensive, wouldn't it be a waste of my entrance fee if I didn't add more?"

Right now, at this very moment--

Jiang Xueming pressed down on A Le's shoulder, transforming into a sharp sword.

Taking quick, alternating steps forward, A Le felt a sharp pain in his upper arm joint, as if he were being bitten by a wild beast. He instinctively tried to fight back, but a vicious elbow strike landed on his face.

His nose stung, and he felt a sudden pain, as if his nose had broken. His head tilted back as he staggered, and he asked Feibo to support his shoulders. He was about to start cursing.

With his blood-stained crimson elbows gripping the dragon's hilt, Xue Ming raised his gun and fired.

The gunshots drowned out all the curses, leaving only the men's cries of pain and the women's screams.

Almost instantly, Alpha was turned into a piece of French cheese by the Extinction Bullet!

He had almost no chance to fight back, and couldn't even utter a harsh word.

--Xue Ming aimed for the head; thirty bullets struck from the skull, shattering the fingers that were holding the wine glass.

The barrage of bullets created plumes of high-pressure airflow carrying rock salt bombs, and the fine dust, like knives, slashed the mahogany table, leaving shocking scars.

The bartender in front of me was like a puppet. After his head was cut off by the Destroy Spirit Ammunition, his skin and bones quickly returned to their original form, turning into a doll-like body made of engineering plastic and leather.

The spent cartridge cases bounced and rolled deeper into the porch.

A Le was so frightened that his face turned pale and he couldn't utter a word.

Feibo was just yelling, "Murder! Murder! Murder!"

After Jiang Xueming changed the magazine and finished the intimidation shooting, he just wanted to take these ordinary people out first, and then drive the demolition machine to demolish the house.

In Xue Ming's opinion, the first "simple task" assigned by Brother Ye Bei was already beyond the scope of the task.

He had no intention of investigating further and had no plan to play this cannibalistic puzzle game with the Terror Artist's approach.

Perhaps there will be some exciting programs and touching stories to come.

But Xue Ming didn't care. The game was over the moment the Madness Butterfly freeze-dried powder appeared on the container.

"Get out."

Jiang Xueming held a gun in one hand and pointed to the gate he had come from with the other.

"Get out of here quickly."

To everyone else, these two simple yet powerful commands sounded like a bucket of ice water.

Xue Ming's powerful and forceful stance with a gun, his decisive and ruthless actions of whipping corpses and emptying magazines, all resembled the style of military and police. For a time, people were able to suppress their fear, and they couldn't help but think that obeying Xue Ming's orders was the most appropriate and wise choice.

Xue Ming retreated step by step, his gun pointed at the revolving door.

--If Lord Sigma reappears, then reward him with thirty Stink Bomb.

During the evacuation, A Xiang still wanted to ask some questions, after all, she was a curious person.

"Jiang Xue"

Before she could even utter the name completely, she felt a sharp pain in her lips and teeth as a strong, powerful hand closed her mouth prematurely.

The man, like a ghost, squeezed through the narrow road, past Qianqian, and his hand precisely found A Xiang's mouth, fixing her long tongue.

Xue Ming wiped his gloves, which were covered in saliva and blood from the inside of his mouth, on the wall. A Xiang's eyes grew increasingly terrified and awe-inspiring, they absorbed all the noise from the sky and the earth, like soft, white snow in the dead of winter.

They didn't utter a single unnecessary word, and they had no further questions before leaving this Human Hell.

The moment I stepped out of the porch, a strange phenomenon occurred at the two shrines in the entrance hallway!

The clay statues of the Civil and Military Gods of Wealth twisted and deformed at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye! They transformed into spider-like monsters, crawling out of the altar and knocking over incense and candles. Their sharp claws gripped gleaming swords and halberds, and clinging to the beams of the altar, they suddenly exerted their strength and leaped towards the crowd to attack!

The two freaks let out eerie cackling laughter, quite reminiscent of Seventh Brother. If Xue Ming hadn't had exceptional eyesight, he would have thought his lover had come to his rescue with a gun just by listening.

Under the dim light, the two bloody afterimages were blasted up and down by bullets, and soon turned into two puddles of flesh and blood the size of washbasins, twitching and writhing on the floor.

Upon closer inspection, the alloy armor of this deity resembles a strange model assembled from toy parts. Normally, it remains in the shrine as a bodhisattva, but when guests wish to leave early, it immediately disintegrates, revealing its hideous and terrifying fleshy strips, resembling the muscle structure of a facehugger, along with its sucker-like tentacles that allow it to leap and move rapidly within the building, attacking enemies from blind spots.

Xue Ming kicked open the door and heard a bustling noise outside.

He led the guests around him out, pushing them out one by one.

Again, Ah Xiang and Qian Qian were distracted, while Fei Bo and Ah Le were on the verge of death.

Only the last career woman remained relatively calm, though the continuous, deafening gunfire made her uneasy.

Seeing these players arrive early, the crowd mistakenly assumed that the Terror Artist had scheduled an extra session, and that they might be able to get in and play ahead of time.

Then came the sharp whistling of gunfire, Xue Ming pointed to the sky and fired.

For a moment, the students didn't understand what the gunshot meant.

Most of the Gen Zers present had never even seen a gun before, so they didn't know what fear was at first glance.

There was a loud bang of bullets! Feibo had only taken two steps when his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, his cheek kissing the broken glass of the newsstand.

His severed leg remained in the middle of the road, gushing blood.

Suddenly, all the noisy voices, hawking cries, and jeering fell silent.

The fifty or so people present all fled for their lives out of the alley, but Xue Ming, carrying Feibo's broad foot, quickly went to the innocent man and put his leg back in place.

I'm sorry.

Xue Ming took out the Universal Elixir, half-squatting and keeping alert as he looked at the house. Fragrant Dream delicate spirits burst forth from his arms, clearing away the broken bones in Feibo's lower limbs and straightening the ruptured tendons.

The pain rendered this innocent and helpless ordinary person speechless, leaving him drenched in cold sweat and nearly fainting several times.

Xue Ming continued, "You're quite fleshy and have high blood pressure, so the intimidation effect of being shot is perfect for dispersing crowds—don't blame me, it's no use blaming me."

"You son of a bitch... you son of a bitch!" Feibo gritted his teeth. He saw the strange Universal Elixir fall into his wound, and his brain nerves reconnected with his severed limbs. He finally regained the sensation in his legs and feet, and he also had the strength to curse.

"Your brother ran fast. If you don't want to die, get home now." Jiang Xueming finished treating the wound and threw away the dental syringe.

"I can't walk!" Feibo shouted hoarsely, panting heavily. His nerves had just healed, and his legs simply couldn't support his weight.

Xue Ming up the fat man, threw him onto the sidewalk of Guangyuan Middle Road, and then rushed back into the darkness.

Once the mysterious, unknown evil spirit had gone far away, A Le and the rest of the group finally returned.

"What's going on?"

Feibo: "How should I know? He attacked as soon as we met, killed someone as soon as he attacked, and even shot me!"

Qianqian squatted down next to Feibo, asking curiously, "Are there monsters in that shop? I saw that the statue of Guan Yu turned into a giant crab!"

"Could it be some kind of cult?" A Xiang, fearless and daring, exclaimed as she prepared to return to her livestream for her viewers, "I have to go check it out! I absolutely have to go check it out!"

At that very moment--

--A bulldozer crashed out of a low alley on the southwest side of Guangyuan.

It drove from the construction site in the south of the city to the alley wall, crashed straight into the newsstand, smashed through the newsstand, and plunged headfirst into the door of the Terror Artist.

Jiang Xueming floored the accelerator, still maintaining his expressionless and stern demeanor.

The excavator's blades skillfully dug through the first and second floor exterior walls, and the vehicle drove straight into the fragile interior partition wall, creating a wide path.

Lord Sigma didn't take the gunshots seriously. Gunshots often rang out in the studio, usually because the singers and bartenders were preparing entertainment for the guests.

John Bogle remained engrossed in his mysterious research on the Madness Butterfly. The store was making a fortune every day. Even without considering the spending of the six customers daily, the sales of tickets in a pyramid scheme style and additional products such as queuing privileges could generate more than 500,000 yuan in operating funds per month.

If this sales model works, they can leave this place and replicate it elsewhere before Tian Shu discovers the Vita Imprint, creating another store for the Terror Artist.

What you'll earn then won't be worldly currency, but rather the brilliance coins of the underworld.

--He, John Bogle, might be able to create an incredibly powerful Madness Butterfly Church using a phantom spirit god.

The master and servant continued to mock Tian Shu's shortsightedness, stirring up trouble in the underworld.

"I laugh at that Ming De, who is brave but reckless, yet loves talent like his own life. He has shown me leniency time and time again, and the Lapis Lazuli Guards only captures but does not kill me. He even thinks I will be grateful to it. How naive and childish."

Lord Sigma bowed and scraped. "Yes, yes, yes, Master, you killed half the people of the city with just one ritual. That heaven-reaching power is all at your fingertips."

"Hahahaha," John Borg continued, "If it had also studied psionic energy and delved into the [Original Seed], perhaps railways would have covered the entire Earth by now."

"So, Tian Shu is a bunch of idiots too." Lord Sigma rubbed his hands together, reaching for Lulu, the little rabbit on the table. Lulu was John Borg's creation, a mutated aggregate of flesh and blood.

"We run a shop in this old building to make money, but they don't dare to demolish or blow it up. They just want to send a few people to investigate the truth, and then this young punk comes here to pick up girls. It's really incomprehensible."

"My workshop has sixteen spiritual energy mechanisms." John Borg waved his hand, exuding an air of dominance, "Ferocious beasts forged from flesh and blood guard the hidden doors in various locations. Once an enemy invades, they will never return."

"Master is mighty!" Sigma's hand hadn't even touched Lulu before he was about to grab her rabbit ears.

The excavator's blade blasted open the porch walkway.

--Raising sharp iron spikes and mud, several steel bars suddenly impaled the ferocious little monster, turning it into a skewer of meat.

Before Sigma could react, all he had left were the rabbit ears.