Night fell.
The light was dim, and mosquitoes swarmed through the air.
This wasteland was dotted with numerous graves. The yellow joss paper scattered during the recent offerings had melted into the ground, leaving mottled traces.
Beneath the enormous banyan tree, countless aerial roots dangled.
A chill wind from somewhere brushed past the two men's hair. A murderous intent quietly rampaged, its oppressive weight seeming to condense the air into something solid. Tension crackled between their locked gazes!
One of them was tall and slender, with a stern face.
His muscles were evenly developed and powerful, every line beautiful yet taut.
The other man looked ordinary, with a square face.
He was born with sinewy muscles and a broad frame. His loose Taoist robe was stretched so tight it looked like a formfitting outfit, and even through the fabric, the exaggerated mounds of muscle bulging like earthen hills were plain to see!
The two stood facing each other. The force of their presence gradually silenced the chirping insects and birds around them!
"A Taoist of the Prosperity Society?"
"Why is he following me?"
"Usually, I just take my Blessing Meat and leave, as always. I've never offended him. Why won't he leave me alone?"
A tremendous killing intent flashed through Shi Wen's heart.
His desire to keep his head down and live quietly, along with the shackles that had bound him in his previous life, began to crumble.
A voice seemed to whisper deep within him: he was born to be a demon. He was meant to kill, to answer violence with violence, to end everything through bloodshed!!!!
Suddenly,
Shi Wen reined in his cold gaze and put on a warm, harmless smile. He said sheepishly, "So it's you, young Taoist. May I ask why you're looking for me?"
"Kid,