Beneath the neon lights at night, a Netherworld Messenger dressed in black strode past.
Amid the crowds in the bustling streets, a middle-aged man dressed as a Daoist ended his performance early, took a few steps, and vanished without a sound.
Talisman flames flickered atop tall buildings.
Footsteps heavy with killing intent sounded in the alleys...
A hunt unfolded beneath the clamor of the city at night.
The guardians of this city bared gleaming fangs from the shadows at those intruders who refused to follow the rules.
An apartment building.
In a room in utter disarray, an elegant gentleman in a suit and bow tie raised his knife and fork, preparing to enjoy his Candlelight Dinner.
On the chairs opposite him, the home's original male and female owners could only watch the scene before them with eyes stretched to the point of tearing.
"Waa, waa, waa!"
The baby's cries were loud and piercing.
Suddenly, the gentleman glanced sideways, following the burning candlelight toward the wall.
"If I remember correctly, sir, madam, there were two of you, weren't there?"
He seemed to be talking to himself, yet also questioning the married couple.
But their bodies had long since been sealed in a layer of beeswax as hard as cement, leaving them unable to move or respond.
They could only stare in terror at this devil of a man!
"Two people... so why are there three shadows?"
The gentleman murmured. Just as he realized something was wrong, he noticed the candlelight on the table dimming, while the surrounding darkness seemed to suddenly come alive, twisting as it closed in on him.
"Damn it!"
The gentleman lost his composure and swung his table knife, unleashing a fierce streak of Blade Qi.
Unfortunately, the darkness was only sliced apart for an instant before it