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Human Sacrifice
A large hole was brutally pierced through my palm by a knife and fork, blood gushing out like a spring. The pain was excruciating, tearing at my heart, but in that moment, black characters seeped from the wound, and secret scripts coiled around my arm like black serpents.
My vision turned pitch black, resembling the radiant Black Gem in the dark of night. A halo formed behind me from circles of black runes, startling everyone rushing toward me. They hesitated for a moment at the sudden scene unfolding around me, but their numbers were overwhelming, and they did not stop.
I glanced at the toothpicks on the fruit platter in front of me. Suddenly, all the toothpicks flew up and scattered, piercing through the foreheads of several people rushing toward me. They let out pained groans and collapsed to the ground, struggling weakly before falling still.
I picked up the fruit platter from the table and lightly tossed it at the Tall Security Guard lying by the bar. The platter easily severed his head, which rolled aside. A terrified scream erupted from everyone in the bar as they fled in panic; they had never witnessed such a horrifying murder scene.
With a flick of my hand, the bar's main door slammed shut, nearly crushing the skull of a young man trying to escape. I coldly declared, “Unrelated individuals stay seated; I won’t say it twice.”
Hearing my words, people gradually quieted down, trembling as they huddled in corners. I approached Hao Bin and his group, pulling the knife and fork from my palm right in front of them.
The wound on my hand healed instantly under the nourishment of the Black Secret Script, and the scar on my head returned to its original state in an instant. The yellow-haired man turned pale with fear and shouted at me, “What are you? What do you want?”
Hao Bin pointed at me as well. “I advise you not to be too impulsive. I've heard about people from the Daoist Sect. You must be one of them. People from the Daoist Sect cannot kill ordinary people; otherwise, it’s a grave taboo.”
“You know quite a bit—more than I do—but sorry to disappoint you; I’m not from the Daoist Sect.”
As I spoke, I released the knife and fork from my hand like arrows loosed from a bow. Hao Bin crouched down, covering his head while screaming in terror. The utensils whizzed past him and pierced through the yellow-haired man's neck.
The yellow-haired man’s eyes widened as he fell back onto the sofa, clutching his bleeding neck while kicking his legs wildly, unable to utter a word.
The others attempted to flee, but I said, “I advise you to stay where you are; I'm not here to kill all of you.”
A few stood frozen in place, their legs trembling uncontrollably as they begged for mercy and apologized. I raised my hand and hurled the yellow-haired man against the wall. All the bottles on the table shattered instantly into shards that shot toward him on the wall.
Blood from the blond man splattered everywhere, his body riddled with holes. He rolled from the wall to the sofa, finally coming to rest at Hao Bin's feet. The others screamed in panic as I opened my palm, and several knives and forks from the table flew into my hands. I threw the utensils onto the table and pointed at the young man with the dragon tattoo, saying, "Kill him, and you can live."
A few of them glanced at me before picking up the knives and forks from the table. The dragon-tattooed youth knelt on the ground, begging for mercy; even the fiercest would fear death.
"Ten seconds," I said coldly.
The group immediately rushed toward the dragon-tattooed youth, stabbing him repeatedly. In no time, he lay dead on the ground, eyes wide open in disbelief.
"Chop off one of your fingers, and you can leave here," I instructed.
At that moment, a tall middle-aged man charged at me, shouting, "Who do you think you are? I'm not afraid of you!"
This man had entered with Hao Bin. He swung a punch toward my face, but I didn't even flinch. Instead, I struck at his heart. His movement halted abruptly as his heart exploded inside his chest, leaving him limp against me. I pressed his head against the wall, shattering it like a watermelon.
Suddenly, another person beside Hao Bin pulled out a gun and fired at me. I clearly saw the bullet's trajectory in mid-air. With a flick of my finger, the bullet pierced through this man's head and shattered the wall behind him.
I coldly regarded the others; they understood my intent and without hesitation chopped off one of their fingers.
"Hao Bin," I called out his name.
Hao Bin looked up at me, already terrified to the point of wetting himself.
"You can drive away now," I said.
"Ah?" Hao Bin couldn't believe it was true. I gestured for him to leave. Trembling, he thanked me and glanced back at me multiple times as he walked away. I nodded in response.
At the entrance, Hao Bin got into his sports car, the engine roared to life as he drove off into the distance. I extended my hand, wrapped in the Black Secret Script, and clenched my fist tightly. In an instant, his car crumpled into a heap of scrap metal, blood oozing from the wreckage.
I turned to the Bar Manager, who was cowering behind the bar, and asked, "Do you still think he’s someone of importance?"
The Bar Manager's face was pale with fear as he knelt on the ground, repeatedly bowing his head and begging for mercy. I replied, "Someone like you is not worth killing; your level doesn’t even qualify you to die by my hand."
As soon as my words fell, sirens blared around us. At that moment, the Black Secret Script on my body quickly dissipated, sinking beneath my skin. Instantly, I felt drained, as if all my strength had been siphoned away; I could barely stand.
"Hands on your head! Get down!" A police officer pointed a gun at me with a tense expression. Two officers stepped forward and cuffed my hands behind my back.
As I was led to the police car, I glanced back and saw Wu standing in a corner beside the bar, looking in my direction. Beside him stood someone whose silhouette seemed familiar.
After being taken to the police station, I was confined in a high-security prison holding cell. The aftereffects of using dark powers left me physically and mentally exhausted, plunging me into unconsciousness.
Hao Bin and his gang's ruthless greed and bullying had finally met their punishment; their arrogance crumbled before death. I felt no guilt whatsoever; instead, I found myself drawn to this dark and powerful force.
I hadn’t become a bloodthirsty killer; while I harbored a desire to kill those around me, I never acted on it. The ones who died were those who had attacked me first.
Yet I was puzzled about Wu's role in this murder incident.
Why had he never appeared throughout? After the police took me away, he stood calmly on the street corner watching me without a hint of concern.
Who was the person standing next to him?
And who was watching me from behind?
Five was my best friend in college and the only friend I had in Ancheng. He was always carefree and generous, showing no signs of cunning. I couldn't figure out what he meant by that.
When I woke up, it was already bright outside. A few people were standing outside the Holding Cell, and the one leading them was a middle-aged man with a big belly. He signaled to a police officer to let me out. After the officer released me, I rubbed my sore wrists and looked at the middle-aged man, asking, "You just let me go after I killed someone?"
The middle-aged man replied, "Ancheng has always been harmonious; there has never been a murder here."
"It seems you're the head of the police station," I said. "Who ordered you to release me?"
The middle-aged man said, "I can't disclose that. Someone is waiting for you outside; perhaps you can ask him."
I didn't press further. It seemed this middle-aged man was following someone else's orders. With a heart full of confusion, I walked out of the police station and saw Five sitting in a car, waving at me.
Without saying a word, I got into the car. Five smiled and asked, "Are you okay?"
I replied, "I want to meet the person next to you and the one who had me released, as well as the one who has been watching me secretly."
Five said, "You'll see them soon."
The car drove to a restaurant and entered a private room. Inside was only one person: Mr. Chang.
"Mr. Chang?" I was puzzled as to why he was here.
Mr. Chang smiled and said, "Yang Hao, we meet again. Did you expect it to be me?"
I responded, "I really didn't expect it. I thought the person next to Five looked familiar; turns out it's you. So, you're the one who had me released and also the one watching me from the shadows?"
Mr. Chang awkwardly said, "Actually, it's for observation."
"What are you observing? Whether I might be a pervert?" I shouted with a scowl.
"Haozi, calm down," Five Passes interjected.
"You tell me how to calm down. You just left for a bit, and then Hao Bin came in from outside. But did you think that before this, I had already clashed with Hao Bin's men?" I replied. "Are you treating me like a fool?"
Wudao said, "I called Hao Bin to come, but I truly see you as a brother. I never meant to harm you."
"I almost died, and you say you didn't harm me?" I chuckled bitterly.
Mr. Chang said, "Actually, it was all my arrangement. Five has wanted to tell you the truth for a long time, but I needed to observe whether you control what's inside you or if it controls you."
I looked at Mr. Chang and said, "I sensed something was off with you back at Futu Ridge. It turns out your trip with the Investigation Team to Futu Ridge was to monitor me. Now you've seen what you wanted to see; are you satisfied?"
Mr. Chang nodded and replied, "You are the one in control of that thing, but what's inside you is consuming your life force too quickly. That's why I had to arrange this incident to test your character because if you don't enter the Dao soon, you'll be in danger."
"That sounds nice, but what gives you the right to plan my life, Mr. Chang?" I asked.
Mr. Chang hesitated before saying, "I am a friend of your father, Yang Sanqian."
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