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In the dark, damp alley, the sound of dogs barking echoed.

Two pairs of eyes, unlike those of humans, gleamed with a cold light like those of wild beasts, staring at each other.

“He Yao, is that your thing?”

Fang Cheng frowned upon hearing this, staring intently at the figure in the darkness.

This strange fellow in front of him exuded an indescribable eerie aura, as if an evil spirit possessed He Yao's body.

Moreover, there was a vague, inexplicable sense of familiarity.

“He Yao” propped up his head and nodded slowly:

“According to the rules of the hunt, since you know the prey has an owner, you shouldn't continue the chase. Just stop here.”

He spoke slowly and deliberately, appearing quite old-fashioned, like an elder who had long been in a high position.

Fang Cheng remained calm, continuing to clench his fist and take a step forward.

Seemingly not understanding or paying attention to what he was saying.

Seeing this, “He Yao’s” ruined face revealed a hint of displeasure:

“Young man, have you really thought about the price you'll pay for trying to snatch food from a tiger's mouth?”

As he spoke, there was an air of inviolable majesty.

At the same time, the bloody scent in the air became even more pungent, as if a condensed baleful aura was spreading around.

Fang Cheng's eyes concealed a sharp edge as he silently circulated his true qi.

His whole body was also accumulating a stormy momentum, ready to launch a violent attack and engulf his opponent.

Just as the two sides were about to start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

In the distance, on the street, the wailing sound of police sirens pierced through the night sky.

“He Yao” suddenly sighed:

“We are all of the same kind, why kill each other and let those tycoons and hounds reap the benefits?”

He twisted his mouth and tried to smile, but with his swollen and deformed features, it looked very eerie.

Then he continued:

“Speaking of which, I like to mentor juniors. Your talent is very good, but you are still too naive. If you are willing to take me as your teacher, I can guide you in your cultivation. In the future, you may be able to crush those scions of influential families and the Special Search Team, and become the number one expert in Xia Country.”

“What do you think? As long as you follow me, you can master unimaginable true power. All the power and wealth in the world, treasures and beauties, whatever you want, you can take it at will…”

He spoke tirelessly, his words full of temptation.

However, with half of his tongue missing, his voice sounded somewhat strange and hoarse, extremely unpleasant to hear.

Listening to the other party's words attempting to win him over, Fang Cheng was silent for a few seconds before shaking his head decisively:

“Sorry, I never change my mind once I've made a decision, and…”

Fang Cheng's gaze was fiery, like a blade heated red by flames, piercing straight at the other party:

“I hate guys who hide their heads and show their tails in front of me the most. If you want me to take you as my teacher, first tell me who you are!”

“He Yao” was stunned upon hearing this, then let out a cold laugh:

“Heh heh, originally I just wanted to find as many of my clansmen as possible…”

His tone changed as well, his eyes gleaming with a ghostly green light, staring intently at the mask on Fang Cheng's face:

“Now, I'm becoming more and more interested in you. I really want to peel off your human skin and see what your true appearance is. Young man, until we meet again…”

As he spoke, the two will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes seemed to burn even more fiercely.

Then, his whole body seemed to weather away, the skin and muscles rapidly rotting and falling off.

Finally, even the bones became extremely brittle, as if burning with specks of green phosphorus fire.

With a crash, it completely fell apart and collapsed to the ground.

Apart from the burnt smell of burning flesh floating in the air, he didn't capture any anomalies.

That guy seemed to have realized that coercion and inducement wouldn't work, so he chose to end himself.

No.

It should be that he used some kind of special mental ability to detach his consciousness from He Yao's body and return to his original body.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, listening to the sound of dogs barking from time to time around him.

He quickly picked up a piece of broken brick and wrote the two characters “He Yao” in crooked strokes next to the pile of bones.

Then, he carefully inspected the scene with the "Scavenger's Eye" before turning around and striding away, quickly disappearing into the dark and deep city night.

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Woo, woo—

Police sirens sounded outside the window, and lights flickered.

The old factory street in the early hours of the morning was unusually noisy, and it was difficult to restore peace for a long time.

Fang Cheng lay on his side on the sofa in the living room.

While pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, his ears perked up, listening to the movements downstairs.

This is Zhou Xiumei's home.

Such a terrifying murder occurred tonight, and the door was kicked in, unable to close properly.

Zhou Xiumei stayed alone in the house, holding a pistol nervously and aiming it at the door, waiting silently.

It wasn't until she saw Fang Cheng come back that she breathed a sigh of relief, and her whole person suddenly seemed to have a backbone.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng comforted her a few words, telling her to go back to the bedroom to sleep peacefully.

He himself slept in the living room, guarding outside, to prevent any accidents from happening again.

At this moment, his mind was full of thoughts, looking at the prompt information displayed on the panel.

[Boxing Experience +18]

[Sanshou Experience +13]

[Jujutsu Experience +16]

[Qigong Experience +9]

What happened tonight was quite bizarre.

He Yao, a former neighbor who lived in the same building, actually came back to life after death and turned into a man-eating monster.

In order to eliminate the danger, he had a fierce battle with this monster.

Therefore, the experience gained in fighting skills was secondary.

The key was that he met another mysterious strange person who called himself his kind.

Fang Cheng was quite speechless about this and found it a little difficult to let go.

Moreover, upon careful reflection, there was always an unusually familiar feeling.

It seemed… that he had many things in common with the guy who sent him the postcard.

The same green light in their eyes, the same hiding their heads and showing their tails, showing a mysterious characteristic.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's heart couldn't help but be touched.

After considering for a moment, he immediately gathered his thoughts, concentrated his mind, and entered a meditative state.

After preparing to enter meditation, his lips moved slightly, and he once again chanted the incantation password used to contact the other party.

Soon, the surrounding scenery changed and fell into complete darkness.

Countless noises came like waves, then receded.

Fang Cheng opened his eyes and looked at the black fog that enveloped the entire city.

Then, he found the target hidden in it, shining with light, skillfully pushed open the door, and stepped in.

What came into view was still a piece of darkness, appearing empty and desolate.

It was exactly the same as the last time he visited, with no difference.

However.

This time, before Fang Cheng could open his mouth to greet the host, a yin-like and cold voice rang out first.

“Are you a night owl? Why are you coming to find me so late?”

The man who called himself the “Smiling Devil” emerged faintly from the darkness.

His figure was still shrouded in a hazy green light, appearing blurry and unclear, as if in a mist.

“Aren't you used to being active in the early hours of the morning?”

Fang Cheng asked calmly, without the slightest apology for intruding late at night.

“That's just occasionally. I'm still very normal most of the time!”

The Smiling Devil's tone suddenly became unkind, emphasizing a sentence:

“And it's already past two o'clock. If you don't hurry up and catch up on sleep, will you have the energy to work tomorrow?”

After explaining, he then asked somewhat strangely:

“What are you doing coming to find me so proactively this time? Could it be that you feel guilty about leaving without saying goodbye last time and are preparing to apologize to me?”

Fang Cheng did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a moment before saying in a deep voice:

"Were you using your psychic abilities to try and attack me from afar while meditating tonight?"

"What?"

Hearing this, the Smiling Devil seemed to widen his eyes, appearing very surprised.

After a few seconds of愣住, he immediately burst into laughter:

"I really did have that idea, but I haven't had time to put it into practice yet!"

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"Damn it, someone beat me to it again. Are you really that popular…?"

The Smiling Devil laughed and muttered a complaint.

He seemed extremely annoyed that he couldn't make a move first, giving Fang Cheng advance warning.

Fang Cheng remained silent, floating quietly in the dark room.

At this moment, he was in the lamplight, also enveloped in a circle of orange-red light, only showing a hazy figure, unable to see any facial expressions.

The Smiling Devil's laughter echoed in the chat room for a long time before it subsided.

Seeing that Fang Cheng remained silent, he finally couldn't help his curiosity and asked:

"What exactly happened to you? Tell me quickly, maybe I can help you answer your questions and solve your problems."

Fang Cheng didn't intend to be mysterious in the first place. After pondering for a while, he said frankly:

"Just now, I encountered a guy who looks a lot like you…"

Then, he told the other party about the bizarre things he had encountered tonight, without much concealment.

Of course, the part involving Zhou Xiumei was deliberately omitted.

"Eh—"

After listening, the Smiling Devil seemed very surprised and couldn't help but smack his lips:

"That old ghost actually let you go so easily…"

"You know him?"

Fang Cheng's heart stirred, and he looked at him with anticipation.

But the Smiling Devil shook his head:

"I haven't even heard his voice, how could I possibly know him."

Then, he explained:

"What I mean is, that old guy, as a Ghoul leader, actually gave up the low-level Ghouls he controlled so easily. It doesn't seem like their usual brutal and greedy behavior."

"Ghoul? Not a zombie?"

Fang Cheng was a little surprised when he heard this, but it was also expected.

After all, He Yao's crazy appearance made it impossible to continue treating him as a human being.

If it's not an evil monster, what else could it be?

"You can call them zombies if you want, it's just a conventional name."

The Smiling Devil didn't seem to care much about this issue.

He seemed to still be thinking about what reason would make a Ghoul leader, known for his gluttony, voluntarily choose to back down and give up his own food.

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, then asked further:

"What kind of monster is a Ghoul? What specific special abilities do they have? Are they all humans turned into zombies like in the movies?"

"You don't even know this?"

The Smiling Devil suddenly cried out strangely, looking even more surprised:

"So you really are a newbie. You're quite strong, but you don't know anything. I don't know how your old man taught you. It's a miracle that you've survived to this age without being caught by the Special Task Force for human experiments."

"So, I told you, you should communicate more with your own kind, otherwise when you encounter danger, you won't even know how you died…"

Before Fang Cheng could frown and prepare to use some means.

This guy stopped his nagging like an elder and then said:

"Okay, I'll be a teacher for once today, just to repay you for telling me the method of controlling consciousness last time."

"Do you know what outsiders call us humans who are different from ordinary people?"

The Smiling Devil's tone became serious, first asking a question deliberately, and then quickly answering himself:

"Monster, Hetero, Demon, Fiend, Evil Spirit, whatever, they are all very general discriminatory terms."

"According to the most official statement, all humans who are not from aristocratic families but possess extraordinary abilities belong to monsters, which can be divided into five categories."

"That is, Ghouls, Werewolves, Vampires, Merfolk, and unclassifiable Yokai Beasts."

In the dark and silent chat room, two glowing human figures faced each other.

A gloomy voice floated faintly, constantly telling secrets that ordinary people could not know.

In this seemingly ordinary world, there are dark corners belonging to monsters.

From ancient times to the age of civilization, extraordinary power has always existed and has never disappeared.

They mingle in the crowd and coexist with ordinary people in a society.

It can be said that humans with extraordinary abilities are also a branch in the process of human evolution.

As for why they eat their own kind?

Naturally, it's because of food scarcity.

If you want to obtain enough powerful power, the energy obtained from low-level food will definitely not be able to meet the body's needs.

During the evolution process, at least the same level of food intake is required to maintain physiological functions and ensure that power is not lost due to physical weakness.

And the human body contains more abundant nutrients, which is beyond doubt.

So, like the prehistoric Neanderthals, driven by hunger instinct, they developed an uncontrollable desire to eat people and became predators.

It's just that those aristocratic families were lucky enough to master some mysterious power, allowing them to successfully get rid of their monster status.

They rely on extraordinary power, passed down from generation to generation, with noble bloodlines, and openly occupy the top of society.

But other predators are subject to various restrictions and can only become secret taboos, choosing to hide in the dark.

Correspondingly, there have also been official organizations similar to the Special Task Force in all dynasties, specializing in exterminating man-eating monsters.

As for the special abilities of Ghouls.

According to the Smiling Devil.

Ordinary Ghouls generally have faster speed and strength than ordinary people, and also have a certain ability to recover, and their claws and teeth are very sharp.

With continuous evolution, all abilities will be greatly improved.

Some tongues can be spat out as weapons, and even more, they can control corpses and transform.

As for Ghoul leaders, in addition to the basic ability to rule low-level Ghouls, they each have some special abilities that outsiders cannot know.

Besides, they also have a fatal weakness.

They can only come out at night, because moving in the sun will accelerate the rate of their body's decay.

Some ancient Chinese books similar to the Six Dynasties Zhi Guai also recorded rumors about Ghouls.

It is believed that this monster was first introduced to the Central Plains from the Western Regions with Buddhism, and then gradually spread.

After listening to the story, Fang Cheng finally understood.

It turned out that this was the reason why the murderer in front of him and the Ghoul regarded him as one of their own.

After understanding the truth, he couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed, so he casually asked:

"What type of monster do you think I am?"

"Aren't you the same as me?"

The Smiling Devil was a little surprised when he heard this.

Then he let out a sigh of envy:

"Your family has produced several famous murderers. It's really rare that you can remain safe and sound after awakening your abilities in your generation."