One Sword Instant Kill, You're the Strongest Sequence: Part 7

After walking quite a distance away, Su Xing suddenly looked back.

With his body enhanced by the system, Su Xing could clearly see what was happening by the lakeside.

Four police cordons had formed a square area along the shore. Inside, every officer held a handgun, their faces grave as they warily watched for something.

Aside from the police, there were two corpses within the cordoned area.

The most eye-catching sight was the two kneeling bodies. One was drenched from head to toe, as though it had just been pulled from the water. The other wore pajamas, as if it had met danger at home.

Both corpses were kneeling with their foreheads pressed to the ground, their hands stretched over their heads and laid flat before them, as though worshipping something.

The man from the special department stepped inside the cordon and pulled open the clothing on one corpse's back.

Only then did Su Xing realize—

For some reason, the backs of both corpses' clothes had been split open. Beneath those openings was neither the smooth skin of a living person nor the pale skin of the dead, but... nothing at all.

The two corpses—

Had openings carved into their backs.

Every organ inside had been hollowed out.

The other officers went noticeably pale at the sight, while the man from the special department remained calm, as though he had seen this scene countless times before.

"Is this the Dirty Ritual?"

Su Xing stared at the scene in the distance and couldn't help muttering.

He remembered what had happened last night.

There were two kneeling corpses there.

Judging by the soaked corpse, it should have been the victim whose body had been dumped.

That meant that aside from the two cultists Su Xing had killed last night, the so-called Spirit Cult still had other people operating here.

"Bro, what are you looking at?"

Su Yu looked in Su Xing's direction. He could only make out several officers handling something, but he couldn't see any more clearly than that. He thought his brother Su Xing should not have been able to see anything at all.

"Nothing."

"I'm just curious about what happened."

Su Xing smiled. "Come on, let's go home."

"Mm."

Swordsmanship school guest room.

Su Yu sat there quietly by himself.

He opened his phone and sent a message to a contact named Sequence User Brother Ming:

"Brother Ming, what happened?"

At the crime scene.

Liu Ming's phone suddenly flashed several times.

His hands paused in the middle of the examination. He then got up, went to a nearby sink to wash the blood from his hands, and wiped them with a cloth before lifting the police cordon and stepping outside. He reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and glanced at it.

"Brother Ming, what happened?"

There was no contact note.

It was probably someone he had added but never spoken to.

He checked his account and confirmed that it was indeed the organization's official account, then typed a reply:

"Who are you?"

"I'm Su Yu."

The reply came quickly.

When Liu Ming heard that it was Su Yu, he nodded in understanding.

No one in the special department was unaware of Su Yu's name now.

Although Su Yu was still a newcomer and his realm was very low, his Sequence ranking was exceptionally high, and he would play a major role in what was about to happen in the capital. As a result, Su Yu's name had spread not only through the special department in Cang City, but even as far as the capital.

"The Spirit Cult has made a move in southwestern Cang City."

"Two worshipping corpses appeared last night. Both had undergone the Spirit Cult's Dirty Ritual."

"Didn't Senior Li Yu go to deal with the Spirit Cult in northern Cang City? How are there still their people in the southwest?"

Su Yu frowned slightly, his fingers flying over the screen. The rapid tapping echoed continuously through the small room.

"I don't know either."

"But that's the reality. The Spirit Cult is much larger than we imagined. We need to be prepared."

Liu Ming frowned on the other end as well. He was clearly fed up with the Spirit Cult. Not all of their members possessed extraordinary powers; a large number were merely ordinary civilians, making them impossible to guard against.

Su Yu took a breath and continued asking, "What about the culprit this time?"

"We only found the killer of one corpse. We haven't found the other one yet, but..."

"But what?"

"The killer we found has also become a corpse. It looks like he was split in two by something sharp. The cut was extremely clean and neat. Whoever killed him was highly skilled."

Highly skilled?

Someone suddenly came to Su Yu's mind, and he hurriedly typed, "Can you tell what weapon was used? Was he a Sequence User?"

"It's hard to tell what weapon it was. It might have been a sword."

"But we can confirm that the other party was likely a Sequence User, around the peak of the first rank. An ordinary person shouldn't be capable of such a clean, decisive slash."

"Okay."

After asking that, Su Yu shut off his phone and casually tossed it onto the blanket. He pinched the bridge of his nose hard, his mind constantly sorting through the information.

A sword...

It probably wasn't his brother.

His brother was just an ordinary person, not a Sequence User.

Besides, that first-rank Sequence User was already almost at the same realm as him.

After pinching his nose, Su Yu leaned back against the bed and stared at the ceiling light, muttering to himself:

"Not only have Spirit Cultists appeared nearby, but there's also a wild first-rank Sequence User."

"Why does it feel like a storm is coming?"

Swordsmanship school training hall.

Su Xing sat alone, waiting for the upcoming swordsmanship class.

As he drank the chrysanthemum tea before him, he kept sorting through everything that had happened over the past two days. He was so distracted that he didn't even notice when he drank a chrysanthemum into his mouth and chewed it to pieces.

Time slowly passed.

A student walked over to Su Xing and gently patted him. Only then did Su Xing snap back to his senses.

Su Xing turned to look at the cute girl beside him. She was about five feet tall, with long hair, a white short-sleeved shirt, and jeans. He had some impression of her; her name seemed to be Liu Shiyu. She was very well-behaved, thin and frail, and rather timid.

However, Su Xing had never understood why a girl like her would come to learn swordsmanship.

Su Xing had always been kind and approachable toward well-behaved students, so he gave an apologetic smile and said:

"Sorry, I spaced out. Are all the other students here?"

Liu Shiyu answered timidly, "Everyone who came is here, Coach Su, but a lot of people didn't come today."

"A lot of people didn't come?"

Su Xing froze for a moment. This had never happened before.

A swordsmanship class was not cheap. Basically, no one would be willing to waste a lesson. Besides, most people who came to learn swordsmanship were students. Even if some of them did not want to come, their parents would force them to, since money did not grow on trees.

"Go back to your place first."

"Okay, Coach Su."

Watching Liu Shiyu shuffle away in tiny steps and jog back to her assigned spot, Su Xing placed both hands on his knees and pushed himself to his feet. He walked to the front of the students, who had already formed four rows. One glance was enough to show that at least half of them were absent; there was no need to take attendance.

"Does anyone know why they didn't come?"

Su Xing swept his gaze over the students who had shown up and asked.

Quite a few students glanced at one another and shook their heads. Only one boy raised his hand and said:

"Um... Coach Su, one student told me that it seemed their parents wouldn't let them come anymore."