The next day

A certain street in Chengdong District was completely blocked. The faces of the police officers who were coming in and out were as heavy as water. Some rookies even covered their mouths and retched.

"Where's Wu Zuo? Why haven't you come yet?"

"It'll be there soon."

"The Lord of Misery will be here soon. There were many young men from aristocratic families having fun at the [Bliss Pavilion] last night. Is it okay for their families to see the scene inside?"

"Uh...Boss, they're all broken into pieces and mixed together. I'm not a god...can I separate them?"

Hearing the mutterings of his subordinates, the strong man at the head stared blankly and opened his mouth to curse, but after thinking about it for a moment, his face dropped in frustration.

"You have to give it a try. If you try hard, maybe you can get a few whole corpses together..."

"Good guy, ten people can work together to make one person come out. Boss, do you think you are playing with building blocks?"

"Horse rider, do you think you are very humorous?"

Just when the strong man pulled back his subordinate's hair and was about to give him a few iron fists, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face and a lifeless face hurriedly came over.

"Wang Wuzuo, you are here!"

Seeing the middle-aged man from a distance, the strong man quickly let go of his subordinates and greeted him diligently.

"Well, what's going on inside?"

The skinny and short middle-aged man nodded, passed by the strong man, and walked straight to the magnificent "nightclub".

Without the slightest hint of sullenness at being slighted, the strong man followed him step by step, reporting in a low voice like a subordinate.

"Last night, a murderer who came from nowhere single-handedly entered the [Bliss Pavilion] and massacred more than 700 people in the pavilion."

"Huh? Are you sure there's only one person?"

"It is confirmed that the confessions of several survivors are consistent, and based on the on-site reconstruction, there are indeed traces of only one person's existence from beginning to end."

"No one noticed such a big movement? Are all the people in the [Kirvana Hall] pigs?"

"Uh... the other party moved too fast. It probably didn't take more than ten minutes from start to finish. Most of the people in the museum didn't expect to be attacked at all, and they were shot to death as soon as they met."

"And the criminal's movement path is very particular. He starts from the top floor and sweeps down, and fights all the way to the lobby before he is discovered."

Speaking of this, the strong man shook his head with emotion.

"But it was too late by now. After the criminal killed everyone in the lobby, he blocked the entrance to the underground casino. There were more than 400 gamblers and employees inside. In the end, only three people survived. The entire [Bliss Hall] was destroyed by him

One person is wiped out..."

At this time, several people had skillfully crossed the blockade and entered the magnificent "nightclub" hall.

But the lobby, which was originally dominated by gold and silver tones, was completely covered in cruel bright red, and the pungent smell of blood that hit his face made the strong man frown slightly.

However, the lifeless Wang Zuo took a deep breath, a dim light appeared in the depths of his gloomy eyes, and carefully observed the hell-like murder scene.

The power of the rank was quietly released, and many clues that could not be observed by others were projected in his soul, gradually restoring the entire incident process.

"What a powerful murderer. He almost slaughtered everyone in the lobby with just one encounter. Even the few martial arts guards who protected the hall didn't even react."

"Yes, there have been two legendary warriors sitting in the lobby of [Bliss Hall] for a long time, but their deaths were no different from others. It is not easy for us to change the guys who suspected this time..."

Hearing the strong man's meaningful words, Wang Wuzuo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"How extraordinary is it?"

"Mythical Warrior."

"myth?"

"Yes, and he was a mythical warrior who was ill. I learned from the survivors that the guy's mental state was obviously a little crazy."

"Hmm... mythical disease?"

Looking around, Wang Wuzuo walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor without comment.

But his raised steps hung on the first step, his gloomy eyes stared at the steps under his feet, and he did not step down for a long time.

"Wang Wuzuo, did you find any problem?"

"It's a bit strange. I can only see traces of him going downstairs, but I can't see him going upstairs... Forget it, let's follow his movement track first..."

Stepping on their footsteps, the group of people quickly arrived at the highest floor of the entire building. The luxurious and spacious top floor was completely opened, and the entire floor belonged to a "private room".

However, everyone's attention was not attracted by the carved decoration, but instead they stared at a body that fell limply to the ground.

"Liu Hao, the personal bodyguard of the third son of the Liu family, is a peak sixth-level martial artist and is only one step away from being promoted to the myth."

Noticing that Wang Wuzuo's brows were getting more and more knotted as he squatted beside the corpse, the strong man hunched over and introduced in a low voice beside him.

"But there is such a being who can't even fight back after being hit to the core..."

Looking at Liu Hao, who was still staring at death, and the hole in his chest that was as big as a bowl of ocean, the strong man swallowed, as if he could feel the despair and unwillingness before his death.

A peak sixth-level martial artist would never die in such a painful way against an ordinary seventh-level myth. Even myths that are not on the combat path have to be on guard against being approached by him!

Only a mythical warrior with the same path could be so cruel, squeezing him to death like an ant!

"Hmm... so fast..."

Touching the broken white bones with his fingertips, Wang Zuozuo's palm slightly penetrated the corpse's chest and touched the warm and slippery internal organs. His five fingers glowed with a mysterious light.

"What's even more frightening is that the sixth-level martial artist's combat sense has no warning, which shows that the enemy is crushing him in terms of personality and divinity..."

"Indeed, the only one who can do this is a mythical warrior, and a mythical warrior with the [Agility Pass] enabled!"

Withdrawing his hand, Wang Wuzuo nodded as if he had some understanding.

"This also explains why there are no traces of him coming up the stairs. He jumped through space and appeared directly in front of this martial artist named Liu Hao from the first floor."

His cold eyes wandered on the floor, and soon Wang Zuozuo found the original footprints and followed the clues to reconstruct the course of the crime.

"Traveling through time and space, killing with one blow, the sixth-level warrior's body-protecting aura didn't even block it for a moment. Could it be that the [Strength Pass] has been opened?"

Following the prisoner's footprints step by step, Wang Zuozuo's brows became more and more furrowed. He discovered that the entire murder process did not take more than five seconds, and a peak sixth-level martial artist was quietly squeezed to death on the spot!

Then……

Lifting his foot and kicking, Wang Zuozuo cast his gaze towards the more bloody and brutal room, and was immediately attracted by the only complete corpse.

"Why was this girl's body left intact? What's so special about her?"

"Maybe it's because it's her first time coming to [Kirakukan]?"

"first?"

"Well, she was invited to a party by her friends last night. She is a young girl from a fairly innocent family background."

"..."

Looking at the young and delicate body lying naked in a pool of blood, Wang Wuzuo sighed quietly.

"What a sin..."

Immediately, he calmed down his emotions, stood up and left.

Seeing this, the strong man quickly stopped him and pointed to the thick pieces of minced meat on the ground: "Um... Wang Wuzuo, can you restore these young masters... um... restore them."

After a pause in his footsteps, he instantly understood what the strong man meant. Wang Wuzuo looked around at the blood, flesh, and pulp all over the floor, with confusion on his face, and stared at the strong man as if he were looking at a fool.

"Where did this young master come from?"

"Uh...it's a bit sparse. There should have been more than twenty people..."

"Being encoffined doesn't mean going back in time. It's all mixed together. How can I restore it?"

"…………"

What to do?

Do I want to tell the sufferer that your son died "evenly"?

I suggest you shovel one tank at a time, since it’s pretty much the same thing anyway?

He rubbed his brows in pain, but before the strong man could figure out how to deal with the coming storm, a group of noble ladies in gold and silver rushed in, howling like ghosts.

"My son! My son..."

After entering, they were staggered by the horrible smell of blood, but the women quickly suppressed their discomfort and instantly surrounded the striking strong man.

"Captain Li! Where is my son? Where is my son?!!"

Feeling like he was surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves with red eyes, the strong man scratched his head and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"It's all...all here."

"Ah? What do you mean? Where is my son?"

"Well...your sons are everywhere."

Following Capt. Li's gaze, he saw the room full of blood, flesh, and pulp. The women, who were stunned for a few seconds, gradually came to their senses, then rolled their eyes and fainted.

……………………

After finally arranging the fainted ladies, Li Captou went all the way downstairs and finally found Wang Zuozuo in the underground casino hall.
To be continued...