Slaughter

The chains clanged and clattered, and the sound of the headless horseman's hooves grew ever closer.

Shitian was completely unaware of the current situation.

He continued loudly, "I have Buddha in my heart. Because there is nothing to be gained, Bodhisattvas rely on Prajnaparamita, and their minds are without hindrance. Because there is no hindrance, there is no fear. They are free from all distorted views, dreams, and suffering, and ultimately attain Nirvana!"

But then the headless knight charged right up to Shitian.

The monstrous horse, resembling a zombie, reared up high on its forelegs, and the headless knight raised his massive cleaver high, slashing towards Shitian's chest with a terrifying whooshing sound!

Shitian calmly closed his eyes.

--When I wake up, my karmic obstacles will be cleared!

Bite!

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

But then, Qin Yiguan suddenly burst out from behind the black house.

The shadowy figures of Guardian appeared around his body, and with one hand raised to the sky, he caught the headless knight's falling scythe with his palm.

"Huh?"

At this moment, the young monk Shitian opened his eyes and saw that Qin Yiguan had, at some point, torn off the lining of his jacket, folded it into strips, and tied it over his eyes.

"Interesting, interesting! I dare not watch, yet I dare to confront them!"

Shitian tilted his head and said, "Benefactor Qin, you're still not facing your karmic obstacles directly."

"Don't fucking mention that 'karma' to me again!"

Qin Yiguan roared, "I can't bear to see you die a horrible death here!"

[Shadow Syndrome], source of imitation: Cyborg Wrathful Jiao Shensan, power increased 1200 times!

A piercing metallic scraping sound rang out.

Qin Yiguan gripped the blade and forcefully pulled the massive cleaver from the headless knight's hand.

After gripping the machete in his hand, Qin Yiguan tossed the broadsword into the air, reversing the direction of the blade and hilt. He then leaped into the air, gripping the hilt with both hands and pointing the blade downwards!

Pfft!

The massive cleaver plunged straight into the headless knight's neck, then emerged from between his legs, piercing the horse's belly at the same time!

Black blood with a foul odor splattered onto Qin Yiguan's body.

Qin Yiguan drew his greatsword, and the massive headless knight fell to the ground.

The blindfolded boy in black, holding a huge cleaver, frowned slightly as he sensed his surroundings for a moment.

The Brain Hyperactivity Zone B05 [Shadow Syndrome] is activated, mimicking the Blind Snake.

This serial killer was blind, but he trained himself into a terrifying muscle monster. He was proficient in all kinds of cold weapons and possessed superhuman perception and memory.

A year ago, Qin Yiguan found his hiding place and successfully arrested him.

But incredibly, in his desperate resistance, he actually destroyed three mechanical police units.

Blind Snake.

As his name suggests, he was a blind, ferocious venomous snake.

At this moment, although Qin Yiguan's eyes were covered with a black cloth, he could still make out the scene he had just witnessed and the various subtle sounds around him.

A 3D perspective image seemed to appear in my mind.

The positions of Shitian, the Hair-Eating Ghost, the Shadow Ghost, and the Dismemberment Ghost were as clear as if they were visible to the naked eye.

This is a golden opportunity; we can't afford to give them a chance to move!

Qin Yiguan's expression was stern.

The massive cleaver suddenly slashed out horizontally, grazing Shitian's scalp. With a soft "thud," Qin Yiguan sliced through the Hair-Eating Ghost's head, sending half of its skull flying into the air!

Shitian's mouth gaped open, his face slightly pale, "My God!"

Qin Yiguan took another step forward, turned around and slashed vertically, splitting the Shadow Ghost clinging to Shitian's back in two!

He then brandished his broadsword in mid-air, twisting and manipulating the iron chains on Shitian's limbs together, and flung them into the sky. The surrounding dismembered demons were also propelled by this immense force, losing control of their bodies and flying into the air!

Qin Yiguan's figure was like a ghost, suddenly rushing forward. His broadsword swung in the air, the blade light blooming like flowers, and a foul-smelling rain of blood poured down. The dismembered demon's body was cut into countless pieces, and the fragments fell from the sky with a crackling sound.

Shitian's body relaxed.

His whole body became "big" and he fell straight to the ground, "Donor Qin, this is really the first time I've seen your way of dealing with karma. Even though you killed them all, you still didn't face them directly."

"Since we can kill them, why bother facing them directly!"

Qin Yiguan felt that if it weren't for the silly and simple-minded behavior of the Shitian in front of him, which made him feel sorry for him, he might not have been able to muster up the courage to make a move.

The next moment.

In the distance, a hundred ghosts wailed. Qin Yiguan could sense that countless ghosts, with varying frequencies and paces, were running towards him.

Qin Yiguan frowned but remained silent.

The next instant, he charged out with his broadsword!

He used a frantic roar to mask his inner fear, and at this moment, with his eyes covered, he could not make out the other person's figure.

Therefore, in their minds, they implicitly perceive the other person as a shadow of a human being.

The thought that the other person was 'human' while he was killing someone.

Qin Yiguan felt inexplicably relieved.

He hacked and slashed wildly, and all sorts of bizarre and twisted limbs flew through the air. Behind Qin Yiguan, black blood gathered into a river, meandering and flowing all the way to Shitian's feet.

The little monk shifted his cloth shoe, which was showing his big toe, and clicked his tongue.

at the same time.

In the distance, atop Black Calamity's mansion, the smoky head mustered its courage and peered through the French windows. Seeing Qin Yiguan single-handedly hacking away at ghosts, it exclaimed, "Holy crap!" its eyes widening, "This guy really can settle things!"

I don't know how much time passed.

Qin Yiguan felt his broadsword growing duller, his tiger's mouth becoming increasingly numb, and his arm becoming increasingly sore!

Swish!

His final strike missed its mark!

He turned around abruptly, and a mountain of corpses and a sea of corpses appeared in his mind. This was the scene that ' Blind Snake ' had completed. Qin Yiguan had no idea what he had cut down, nor did he want to know.

"Amitabha."

The Shitian Tian clasped his hands together, "I never expected Benefactor Qin to have such a violent side."

Qin Yiguan's chest heaved.

She was breathing slightly heavily.

Just then, the sound of leather tearing suddenly came from the distance.

It was as if a hole had been torn open in the sky.

Qin Yiguan's brows furrowed deeply, and cold sweat instantly gathered on his forehead, slowly sliding down his temples.

Another demon king is about to appear!

"Shitian, what has appeared in the sky?"

The young monk's tone remained calm and collected as he said, "It was a gigantic figure, like a skeleton, neither male nor female, covered in strange totems, shrouded in black mist. Countless heads grew from its body, each a face of its own, all staring at us with sinister and eerie smiles."

Qin Yiguan gripped the cleaver tightly in his hand.

The Black Calamity, hidden within the mansion, was also observing from afar. Its expression remained tense, but it did not retreat. "It's coming! It's coming! But this time, Qin Yiguan is blocking its way!"

"I feel like I've seen this Ghost King in a book before."

Suddenly, the young monk scratched his head, then his eyes lit up as he said, "This is an India demon named Jiamou. The so-called 'human sacrifice' is performed for it. It often turns into smoke and cuts the living sacrifices prepared for it into pieces. People don't think it's cruel; on the contrary, they feel that this will bring them its protection."

"Kali symbolizes smoke, incarnation, death, and elusive hope."

Qin Yiguan asked doubtfully, "The other ghost king, is it the India ghost Jiamou?"

Shitian nodded. "It is."

Immediately afterward, Shitian added, "Based on my visual estimation, its body should be ** meters tall!"

The reason for the '**' is that when Shitian mentioned the key value, Qin Yiguan used the cleaver in his hand to cut off a piece of his little finger!

The intense pain in that instant caused Qin Yiguan's ears to ring, making it impossible for him to hear Shitian's words.

The young monk, still oblivious to Qin Yiguan's unusual appearance, continued, "The book records that its ability is ***!"

Qin Yiguan gritted his teeth and cut off his little finger, which was almost gone!

"That Jiamou standing in the distant sky stirred a feeling of dread within me!"

As Shitian was still describing what he had seen, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Qin Yiguan abruptly cutting off a piece of his ring finger!

Shitian was stunned. "Benefactor Qin, what are you doing?!"

But Qin Yiguan's fingers were bleeding profusely as he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to hear any description of this Jiamou, I don't want it to create any terrifying image in my mind. The pain in my fingers is blocking out information and making my mind clearer. I only know that I must kill this demon king Jiamou!"

Shitian was stunned.

This moment.

Qin Yiguan raised his broadsword and ran towards the Ghost King Jiamou.

In the depths of his being, he knew he was approaching the horizon, approaching Jiamou.

He swung his knife wildly, feeling blood and flesh splatter everywhere. The sound and sensation of severing flesh from a person's neck and shattering the neck bone constantly echoed in Qin Yiguan's mind.

He turned to Shitian and asked, "How many heads does it have left?"

Shitian replied loudly, "Perhaps it's 100!"

Then came Qin Yiguan's frantic roar and the sound of a cleaver cutting through the air.

Chop! Chop! Chop!

How many heads does it have left?

Less than 50!

Qin Yi felt his body being filled with blood and flesh, and the stench filled his nostrils. He couldn't understand why this Ghost King was so weak!

Its counterattack was slow and feeble, allowing itself to behead its members one by one!

How many heads does it have left?

"10!"

Chop! Chop! Chop!

How many heads does it have left?

"The last one!"

Swish!

A flash of blade light.

The last head of the Demon King Jiamou spun and flew into the sky!

A deafening roar, like something cracking, echoed from the sky.

Jiamou's bald body fell backwards with a thud!

Qin Yiguan still covered his eyes with a black cloth.

He tried his best to calm the violent killing intent in his heart.

A question lingered in my mind: was this Ghost King merely a terrifying figure in my imagination, actually quite vulnerable?

He didn't know.

In the distance, in that black house that resembled a vertical coffin, a little boy peeked out with one eye, looking at the outside world through a crack in the door.

His Pupil trembled, his expression shifting from fear to disdain, and finally to cold indifference.