Old Master, have you ever been beaten by a Pokémon?

Chapter 461: How many people have you evil Western cultivators killed?

What Liu Tianci said came true. As he slowly approached the noisy crowd, a strange feeling came over him.

He looked carefully and saw that although those people seemed to be busy taking pictures, they had cleverly found their positions and turned their heads to the side, as if they were ignoring the mutilated body lying on the street.

This corpse was not much different from those in the photos. It was also badly broken, with flesh and blood hanging like rags and spread out everywhere, which was unbearable to look at.

"Go look for the place where the bodies were dumped. Maybe we can find them. Let's go!"

He made a prompt decision, turned around and prepared to return to the hot pot restaurant to get his backpack and weapon box.

Because the body was obviously a citizen who had just been killed, which meant that Mawala and his accomplices were very likely nearby, and quite close!

Just as he turned around, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "The body was thrown down... Why did they do this? Was it just to scare people?"

At the same time, on the third floor of an apartment building on the street opposite the body, a figure was slowly walking down from the rooftop.

This man was Mawala, who had just thrown the body down and was now standing behind the kitchen window, staring through the window at the crowd gathering below.

In the hall of the room behind him, a pool of scarlet blood covered the entire floor like a carpet, which was shocking to the eye.

Mawala has been increasingly confused by some of this man's behavior recently. If it weren't for the fact that he could learn from him how to control the sand snakes, Mawala would have turned away long ago.

"Yes, it is to make people feel scared," Lucas said slowly, holding a table knife. "So what standards do you use to judge a person's mental state?"

In front of him was a slightly old dining table with a chopping board covered with knife marks on it, which had obviously been used for quite a long time.

Next to the chopping board, there was a small metal bowl filled with thick blood, and a pale human hand was quietly soaking in it...

Mawala's eyes were involuntarily attracted to that palm, and an indescribable feeling of discomfort surged in his heart.

"We use 'san value' to measure a person's mental state," Mawara calmed down and replied.

"Alpha can detect this value, but currently only the Public Security Bureau and government employees use this technology, and most ordinary people know nothing about this data."

"Oh?" Lucas seemed very interested in the answer. He gently placed the blade into the steel bowl, stirred it left and right to allow the blade to be fully stained with blood, then lifted it up and dropped it on the chopping board.

The moment the tip of the knife touched the chopping board, there was a slight "hissing" sound, but Lucas's hands did not stop moving at all.

He skillfully used the tip of the knife to draw strange and blurry symbols on the chopping board. These symbols seemed to have some kind of mysterious power, which made people feel cold.

"Oh... I see." Lucas's fingers gently stroked the blade, and the runes engraved on the metal surface glowed dark red as he touched it.

"I'm just curious... How many seconds will it take for these mortals' minds to collapse? Today's experiment... is very exciting."

The blade suddenly stabbed into the chopping board, and in an instant all the runes lit up with scarlet light like awakened venomous snakes.

The solidified blood suddenly came to life, turning into twisted blood lines that moved wildly along the rune patterns, dyeing the entire chopping board a wriggling bright red.

"You...are you...a god?" Mawala's pupils contracted violently and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

He had heard Eastern legends about gods and immortals on the radio, but the scene before him made those vague legends seem pale and ridiculous.

"God?" Lucas's mouth curled up in a strange arc. Gray mist began to seep out from every pore of his body, blurring his outline in an instant.

A deep laugh came from the mist: "You may call me that in the East... but in my hometown, they are more accustomed to calling me--"

The mist suddenly surged, and a distorted face loomed in it:

"A heretic or a blasphemer."

Mawala's face was full of fear, and his body involuntarily retreated repeatedly, as if an invisible force was driving him.

At the same time, his head began to ache violently, and the hallucinations and strange whispers that he had tried so hard to suppress now flooded into his mind like a tide.

His vision became increasingly blurred, and the originally bright kitchen suddenly became dim, as if shrouded in a thick shadow.

In this weird atmosphere, Mawala vaguely saw a tomb. It stood there quietly, exuding a creepy chill and fear.

The cold moonlight fell on the tomb, adding a bit of eerie atmosphere. And the ethereal voice, like a ghost, entered Mawala's ears, making his hair stand on end.

"What a pity! If we can make contact next to the real Hundred Years Tomb, perhaps we can summon a more powerful guy... Haha, for now, just treat it as an appetizer."

Lucas's voice changed the next moment, becoming rapid and strange, whispering in the kitchen like crying.

Then, a sentence with the same tone came from somewhere, as if responding to Lucas' words.

Mawala's heart was filled with fear and confusion. He didn't know what was going on or what these sounds meant.

The words "What is this...what is this!" kept echoing in his mind, but he could not find the answer.

Mawala grasped the corners of the table and chair tightly with both hands, his fingers turned pale from excessive force, as if he was about to crush the hard wood.

His eyes were already dim, and now they had lost the last glimmer of human will, as if the spark of life was gradually extinguished.

At the same time, where the bodies lay on the street, the asphalt suddenly began to bulge, as if a huge hand was pushing underground.

The cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, covering the entire road surface, giving people the illusion that the ground was about to collapse.

However, the crowd did not realize this and continued to gather around. These people might think that although today's experience was bizarre and terrifying, after all, there were so many people around, so there shouldn't be any danger.

They watched the scene before them as if it were a movie, completely unaware that they were already in the middle of it and had become part of this horror drama.

But don't get me wrong, these people are not the protagonists, not even the supporting roles.

They are just insignificant extras who may die at any time in this sudden disaster.

At this moment, Liu Tianci, carrying a weapon box and a backpack, stopped on the other side of the street.

He turned around, his eyes passing through the crowd, falling on the corpses and the rising road surface.