Even if they captured the old man, they would not be able to force any information out of him, because he simply did not know anything.
Instead, they would lose their lead.
The two followed the old man for a full forty minutes before arriving at a remote, dilapidated building. They followed him into the pitch-black basement.
"These scum all love places like this. What a bunch of sewer rats!" Quirk, the muscular man beside him, could not help but curse.
The yin energy in the surroundings instantly grew denser.
It was as though something had been enraged.
When the two reached the depths of the hidden chamber, they found it had been excavated later by human hands. The surrounding walls were bare earth without cement, a space dug directly into the soil.
Whoosh!
Candles suddenly flared to life along both walls, each one placed atop a skull.
The crowns of these skulls had all been sunken inward, as though smashed in by some heavy object. Yet a normal skull crushed to such a degree would have long since shattered.
But these had not. They resembled naturally formed dishes, impossibly smooth.
Faint wails drifted from within the skulls. They were extremely soft, easily overlooked amid even the slightest noise, yet the eerie aura was everywhere.
The light clearly illuminated the triangular blood-red patterns on the walls.
"You're here. Welcome, esteemed guests."
A fashionably dressed young man emerged from deep within the cave. Behind him trailed a group of walking corpses, while before him stood a brick structure resembling an altar.
It was about a meter tall and covered an area of three square meters, formed into a stacked three-dimensional triangle.
Five dishes rested atop the altar, containing a heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. Judging by how fresh they looked,