Demon!

As the executioners raised their blades and brought them down, eight large heads thudded to the ground.

One of them rolled and rolled, carried by momentum off the Execution Platform and straight toward Li Qiming.

Li Qiming had been pondering the matter of the demon. Seeing a head rolling toward him, he instinctively tried to dodge, but the crowd behind him blocked his way, leaving him nowhere to avoid.

Like a ball, the head rolled to his feet and lightly bumped against the edge of his shoe.

He looked down. The face was turned upward, twisted in a savage expression. It was the pale-faced young man who had cried injustice earlier.

[Corpse Looting Entry Trigger]

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[1. Prajna Evil Scripture Mask: Sealed Artifact/Epic]

[2. Swallow Skimming Grass: Lightness Skill/Rare]

[3. Fire Dragon Pill: Mid-Grade Pill/Rare]

[4. Cao Family Small Inheritance: Money/Valuable]

Looking at the Entries appearing before his eyes, Li Qiming froze slightly.

This worked too?

As long as it made even the slightest contact with my body, it can trigger an Entry?

Li Qiming didn't have time to examine the Entries closely.

He had long discovered that once an Entry appeared, he could still make his selection afterward even if he no longer touched the corpse.

So Li Qiming looked around, preparing to leave with Zhang Mingshun.

The young man's cry of "demon" had already put him on guard. Every hair on his body stood on end, as though that demon were standing right behind him, staring at him without blinking.

That ominous feeling only grew stronger.

It would be better to leave this place first.

Just then.

Li Qiming's gaze suddenly stopped. He saw that the severed necks of the other seven corpses on the Execution Platform had not spurted a single drop of blood.

Only the pale-faced young man bled profusely. His headless body remained stiff in a kneeling posture, while a pillar of blood several yards high sprayed from his severed neck without falling for a long while.

A martial artist's Blood Qi was dozens of times greater than an ordinary person's.

"How strange. Why aren't these seven bleeding?"

The eight executioners looked at one another.

After chopping heads for so many years, this was the first time they had seen something so bizarre.

The entire scene instantly erupted into an uproar, the crowd whispering frantically among themselves.

Many recalled the young man's earlier mention of a demon, and suspicion rose in their hearts.

Even the supervising official couldn't help standing up to inspect the seven corpses.

Just then.

Seven streams of visible black smoke shot from the severed necks of the seven corpses, rising into the air before darting into the mouths and noses of the eight executioners with the force of lightning.

The next second.

The eight executioners' eyes turned blood-red. Raising their broadswords, they actually began hacking at the soldiers around them.

After the armored, well-trained soldiers reacted and fought back, they proved no match at all and fell in droves.

Heads dropped onto the Execution Platform like dumplings being tossed into a pot.

In an instant, blood flowed across the Execution Platform like a river.

The red-robed supervising official was terrified. He hid beneath the table, trembling violently, only for two executioners to hack him into a pile of flesh.

Everything happened too quickly. By the time people came to their senses, fifteen pairs of blood-red eyes were glaring fixedly at the crowd from atop the platform.

The eight executioners had finished killing everyone on the platform and were preparing to slaughter those below.

Boom!

The onlookers below instantly erupted into overwhelming panic.

"Demon! It really is a demon!"

"Run!"

"Mom! Don't block the way!"

"Let me run first!"

The onlookers scattered like frightened birds and beasts.

At the very first moment, Li Qiming had already activated his Blood Qi, using both arms to force open the crowd behind him and flee with Zhang Mingshun.

By the time everyone reacted, Li Qiming had nearly vanished from sight.

All he could hear behind him were screams rising and falling one after another, shrill beyond belief.

And all the while, he felt a sinister gaze faintly fixed upon him.

As if possessed, he looked back and saw a woman in white standing amid the crowd, which had dissolved into utter chaos. Her head was lowered, and she stood silently like a White Lotus unstained by the mud from which it rose.

Beneath the hair concealing her face, a pair of pitch-black eyes stared fixedly at Li Qiming.

The woman in white wore a strange smile at the corner of her lips.

The sight sent a chill rising from Li Qiming's spine, racing to the top of his head like an electric current and numbing his entire body.

He hurriedly took Zhang Mingshun and disappeared down the street at the fastest speed possible.

After returning to Laifu Restaurant.

Zhang Mingshun immediately fell ill. Perhaps he had been frightened, or perhaps he had been tainted by some evil aura, but his high fever refused to subside.

Li Qiming instructed one of the junior attendants to go out and fetch medicine for Zhang Mingshun.

Then he returned to his own separate little room.

Recalling the expression of that strange woman in white, he felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles.

"Was she a demon? And what did that look mean? Don't tell me she's set her sights on me?"

The more he thought about it, the more his scalp tingled.

He had never imagined that he'd only gone to loot corpses for a bargain, only to encounter something so bizarre.

Li Qiming silently cursed his bad luck. He was now utterly certain that demons truly existed in this world.

This world was far too dangerous. Even watching the excitement required strength, or one might get burned when the city gate caught fire...

Without sufficient strength, even secretly looting corpses for bargains was filled with grave danger!

"That demon should be able to control people's bodies... turn them into puppets? It seems that pale-faced young man really was framed..."

Li Qiming slowly analyzed the situation, feeling sorry for the young man.

At the same time, his determination to join Dragon Roar Martial Hall grew even firmer.

"So what if it's set its sights on me? Once I join the Martial Hall, would it still dare commit evil within the Martial Hall?"

Li Qiming thought it through carefully, and his mood gradually calmed.

Thinking back, the pale-faced young man had been the only one among the eight who hadn't been possessed by that monstrous demon.

The reason was likely that the young man had been a martial artist, while the other seven had been ordinary people.

"In other words, this demon doesn't seem to find it so easy to kill martial artists... It still needs schemes and traps..."

At that thought, his mind settled somewhat.

"This world is still too dangerous. Becoming stronger myself is the only real solution."

Li Qiming's heart stirred as he remembered the Entries the pale-faced young man had dropped.

He quickly checked them:

[Corpse Looting Entry Trigger]

[1. Prajna Evil Scripture Mask: Sealed Artifact/Epic]

[2. Swallow Skimming Grass: Lightness Skill/Rare]

[3. Fire Dragon Pill: Mid-Grade Pill/Rare]

[4. Cao Family Small Inheritance: Money/Valuable]

He looked at number one.

[1. Prajna Evil Scripture Mask: Sealed Artifact/Epic]

[Prajna Evil Scripture Mask, a Sealed Artifact originating from the ancient Eternal Night cult. Cao Xiaohu, the pale-faced young man, obtained it after accidentally falling off a cliff. With this treasure, his martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds. Yet he never expected that the Prajna Evil Scripture Mask contained a wisp of an ancient demon's remnant soul... Selecting this Entry may bring calamity upon you. Bear the consequences yourself!]

Gulp.

Li Qiming couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

It seemed the pale-faced young man who had died with injustice unresolved was Cao Xiaohu, and this Prajna Evil Scripture Mask was the culprit behind everything!

"Though it's a treasure, there's no way I'd ever choose it... Anyone who chooses it is an idiot!"

Li Qiming had no desire to face the demon inside the mask directly. Though it was only a wisp of remnant soul, the key words were "ancient demon." It didn't sound like something easy to deal with.

In this martial world, as long as you lay low, you could have everything. If you couldn't, it was straight to GG.