Meng Yi walked out of the park holding a torch, then suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed.
If he wasn't mistaken, there was a person lying on the side of the road…
If he had encountered something like this before his transmigration, it wouldn't have been surprising at all.
But in this world, it was different; danger could come from anyone, as the deities people believed in had varying preferences.
Some enjoyed deception, others indulged in desire, some were fond of violence, and some twisted the flesh…
Believers needed to constantly please their deities, acting strictly according to their deities' preferences, so as not to lose their protection.
Therefore, this world was filled with all sorts of strange people: liars, lunatics, masochists, sadists, psychopaths, and the mentally challenged, among others.
Especially at night, it was the time when certain demons and monsters emerged.
It was entirely possible for the person lying on the roadside to stab him as he passed by… or perhaps stab him with a Divine Grace.
The immediate priority was to go home and carefully ponder today's encounter; to avoid trouble, it was better to take a detour, it was just a few extra steps.
He turned around, holding the torch, his eyes narrowing.
A person slowly emerged from around the street corner.
Meng Yi was expressionless, assessing in his mind whether he could turn into the park without crossing paths with the other person, then helplessly realized that they would inevitably pass each other.
Those wandering around late at night were most likely people with ill intentions… but now there was no avoiding it.
On the bright side, seeing his white robe and bare feet, the other person would probably be intimidated as well.
Meng Yi chuckled self-deprecatingly, then calmly stepped forward, holding the torch.
The other person wasn't holding a torch; this meant… they had strong night vision?
Soon after, he clearly saw the other person’s appearance.
Their robe was tattered, their face pale, eye sockets sunken, looking like a dead person, leaning on a very thick crutch; he could feel the chilling aura from them even from a distance.
Overall… they had no sense of being alive.
As the two approached, Meng Yi’s heart skipped a beat.
The crutch in the dead-faced person’s hand was clearly pieced together from human limbs: the lower part was a thigh-calf-foot, and the upper part was an upper arm-forearm-hand.
Clack ~ Clack ~
The limb-crutch made strange noises as it hit the ground.
This was a Divine Grace User, and there was a high possibility that he was mentally unstable!
Meng Yi tried his best to keep his gaze straight ahead, while a faint stench wafted to his nose.
“Uh…”
The other person dragged out a strange sound and pointed at the person lying on the ground, asking:
“Did you kill him?”
Upon hearing this, Meng Yi turned to look at the approaching person.
But it wasn't the dead-faced person who spoke at all.
From the palm of the peculiar limb-crutch, a rosy mouth grew, and it was now sticking out a long tongue, swaying and making strange noises:
“Uh…”
Drips of saliva fell to the ground.
What kind of thing was this? Meng Yi’s scalp tightened, but he replied coldly, “No.”
He seemed very certain that the person was already dead?
A Believer of death?
The customs in Fortress City were quite peculiar; if someone died, there was no cemetery, nor cremation. People generally threw the bodies by the roadside.
Believers of death would naturally “properly” dispose of the bodies.
They were enthusiastic about collecting, utilizing, and even… creating bodies; they were the most humble servants of death.
The dead-faced person beckoned, and the corpse lying by the street wobbled to its feet and walked towards them.
Hearing the movement behind him, Meng Yi glanced back.
This damned world!
No peace even after death.
“Ah… a very good body.” The limb-crutch exclaimed, and as it spoke, the dead-faced person cooperatively made various expressions.
The muscles on his face were very stiff, giving him a bizarrely comical look when he made expressions.
Meng Yi slowly shook his head and turned to continue walking.
Unexpectedly, the dead-faced person turned to look at him, and the mouth in his palm suddenly stretched into an exaggerated smile: “Don’t be in such a hurry to leave, murderer.”
After speaking, the long tongue circled around the mouth.
Meng Yi paused.
He subtly “moved” the short knife embedded beneath his flesh towards his right hand, then turned his head and sneered:
“Oh?”
At this moment, showing fear was unacceptable, even if this person was very strange.
The dead-faced person exhaled a breath of cold air, and the arm on the upper part of the limb-crutch bent over, the mouth in its palm moving close to Meng Yi, opening and closing continuously:
“I saw the Adjudication Department’s car just leave; their vehicles from the old era are very easy to recognize.”
“So…”
The mouth on the crutch spoke mockingly:
“Right now, no Executive Officer will be passing by here.”
Meng Yi immediately swung the torch in his hand, smashing it fiercely towards that broken mouth.
Since it had come to this, it was better to strike first.
Was this dead-faced person just randomly attacking people to collect corpses?
They couldn't even judge each other's strength.
There are so many lunatics in this world!
The “corpse” that had just been lying by the roadside was now rushing towards them with its head drooping, moving at a rapid speed.
The other person suddenly leaped back, and the limb-crutch let out a guttural sound from its mouth: “So decisive in your attack, and you still say you didn’t kill him.”
Meng Yi coldly remained silent, slightly detaching a wisp of flesh to wrap around the torch, then casually threw it at the “corpse.” His right hand plunged the short knife fiercely into the dead-faced person’s chest.
So much nonsense!
The other person continued to retreat, then suddenly swung the crutch, the long-mouthed hand at its tip grabbing at Meng Yi’s wrist, bringing with it a chilling aura.
“Very agile, indeed. My God will surely be pleased to have you control such a corpse puppet.”
Boom—
The torch Meng Yi had just thrown exploded suddenly.
A flesh bomb!
The “corpse” that had just rushed over was violently thrown back by the explosion.
Seeing this, the dead-faced person’s face flashed with a hint of panic, and the crutch suddenly stopped, blurting out: “Eighth-rank?!”
Eighth-rank and you’re walking at night with a torch?!
You’re a Divine Grace User, walking around at night with a torch? Can’t you see the way?
The dead-faced person cursed internally; the current situation was completely different from his judgment.
Meng Yi didn’t care what he was thinking; since the other person showed fear, he would seize the opportunity to attack.
His right hand suddenly extended a slender flesh tentacle, the boneless flesh wrapping around the short knife, swiftly slashing towards the other person’s neck.
A strange cry came from the limb-crutch, and the dead-faced person’s neck was instantly covered in a layer of solid ice. “Misunderstanding!”
Clang ~
The short knife clashed with the solid ice, producing a crisp sound, and the blade snapped in response.
A ruthless glint flashed in Meng Yi’s eyes.
He wouldn't wait for the other person to manipulate the “corpse” to flank him.
The flesh extending from his right hand suddenly swelled.
Boom—
A more violent explosion sounded.
The dead-faced person was thrown backward violently.
His limited area of solid ice simply couldn't protect his entire body; a deep, bone-visible hole was blasted open in his chest.
Visible thread-like flesh strands desperately tried to burrow into his body, while the “tails” left outside thrashed wildly.
His eyes were filled with horror, and his body began to crackle and become covered in frost, to prevent the deep penetration of these flesh filaments.
The crutch’s mouth spewed out words like a machine gun:
“I am a normal human recognized by the Arbitration Committee! If you kill me, it’s murder!”
How are you normal?
Meng Yi snatched the bizarre limb-crutch from the dead-faced person.
Boom—
Accompanied by a scream, the crutch exploded into countless fragments.
Then he looked down at the dead-faced person…
