[Extraordinary Creature: Desire Slave.]
[State: Dying.]
[Information Fragment One: There are many humans with weak wills who, upon encountering an extraordinary item from the Evil Camp, become enslaved to the item due to an overpowering desire. They are gradually corroded, twisted, and everything they do serves to nourish that extraordinary item to satisfy their own cravings. They are collectively referred to as Desire Slaves.]
[Information Fragment Two: His desire is lust; by nourishing the extraordinary item, he acquired an abnormally potent reproductive organ and a high base favorability with the opposite sex.]
[Information Fragment Three: In order to nourish that extraordinary item, he lured and murdered more than seven women, devouring their essence. He is the serial killer known as the Withered Flower, who has recently disturbed the peace of women in Blue Deer City next door.]
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As the Information Fragments flowed past his eyes, Tang Qi, still a child in this world, watched somewhat speechlessly.
However, he understood why this painter's combat ability was so weak; not to mention Tang Qi, who knew Chaga Fighting Technique, even a somewhat stronger man might have finished him off.
Perhaps, this guy had allocated his attributes in all the wrong places.
In the interface mentioned, Tang Qi had some impression of the Withered Flower.
Recently, a serial killer had appeared in Blue Deer City next to Messer City, specifically targeting beautiful women. The crime scenes always left behind a withered flower, which led the nosy media to dub him "Withered Flower."
A poetically titled, yet unfortunately just a disgusting person.
He briefly recalled that report, noting that the reward amount for this guy was quite substantial.
However, unfortunately, Tang Qi had no intention of claiming the reward.
"Cough~cough cough"
"Crackling"
Compared to the ground in Bronk District, this place was obviously much cleaner, but now it was also a complete mess. Amidst blood stains, the painter was struggling; he tried to cover his separated windpipe with his palms, but his broken hands obviously couldn't manage this.
His neatly dressed clothes were already filthy beyond recognition. Seeing that he was not going to live much longer, he finally remembered something, gave up struggling, and suddenly started crawling towards some clothes dropped nearby, aiming for a particular sketch among that stack.
His twisted, blood-stained palms weakly reached out, seemingly about to touch it.
Then, a flash of silvery blade light swished past.
With a "pfft," the sharp blade pierced through his palm, pinning it in place, and intense pain surged through him. But with his windpipe cut, instead of being able to scream, he could only emit a "heh~heh heh" sound, like the pumping of a bellows, as blood spurted out even faster.
Tang Qi made no other move but merely gathered up the stack of sketches, not pulling out the particular sketch that seemed to be the extraordinary item, and stuffed it all into the painter's bag.
After packing up, the painter had breathed his last, ending his life in agony.
Tang Qi turned around, watching a pink misty Spiritual Body slowly seep from the corpse. A strong sensation of lust emanated from it, though his expression was extremely pained and his body twisted, it still gave off a strangely repulsive yet tantalizing feeling.
Without mocking or scolding, Tang Qi simply snorted coldly, his palm wrapped in Light Flames, violently grabbed the Resentful Soul's cranium. Amid a sizzling sound, the Resentful Soul vanished into thin air.
Feeling within his mind, a stream of golden light points flowed in, and only then did Tang Qi's lips curl into a smile.
Added another fuel!
After silently speaking in his heart, Tang Qi didn't bother with the corpse on the ground, picked up the bag, and turned to leave.
The painter was a fool twisted by desire; during his struggle, Tang Qi had even seen some women's undergarments sticking out from his pocket, undoubtedly, after committing the crimes, this guy didn't just leave behind Withered Flowers, he probably also took some "souvenirs."
"The first one to discover the body hit a small jackpot."
Tang Qi muttered to himself, his foot already stepping out of the alley.
But just at that moment, in the Spirit Space within his mind, the golden light points surged and roiled, the strong premonition of danger once again causing Tang Qi to feel a needle-prick-like pain.
Almost instinctively, before his back heel could touch the ground, Tang Qi followed the principles of Fighting Skill, like a hunting cheetah, sharply pointing his toes, swiftly shifting direction, and pouncing back into the alley.
It was at this moment that, in mid-air, Tang Qi saw the figure of the "attacker."
It was unmistakably a wolf-dog-like shadow that darted over with a speed that completely exceeded that of a human. It missed Tang Qi's foot and continued into the alley, then pushed off the wall and lunged directly at Tang Qi's neck.
The foul wind hit his face, Tang Qi could even see the huge wolf-dog's mouth, where oddly placed stark white teeth interspersed together, the gaps between teeth harboring fresh meat strips and one or two black hairs.
Human flesh!
Tang Qi's heart tightened, and his killing intent surged, ready to make a move in mid-air to deal with this evil hound.
Yet, at this moment, a series of howling sounds came from outside the alley.
Following that, several wolf-like shadows, illuminated under the street lamps, fast approached, and then Tang Qi saw seven or eight huge wolf-dogs identical to the one that had pounced towards him, baring their teeth and with fur around their mouths still stained with fresh blood, pairs of ghastly green eyes shined with a terrifying light.
These horrifying things charged at Tang Qi all at once.
"Did I just stir up a wolf's den?"
"Bang~Bang Bang Bang"
As this thought flashed through Tang Qi's mind, an exaggerated, cannon-like pistol was already in his hands.
The first one to "taste" it, was naturally the alpha wolf that almost bit Tang Qi's neck.
With a muffled sound, as the smell of gunpowder spread, the most ferocious giant wolf's head, as if struck by a heavy hammer, instantly deformed. Its skull, hard enough to withstand the close-range firing of a rifle, couldn't withstand the bullet wrapped in golden light flames.
Like a smashed rotten watermelon, it burst open.
The rest of the giant wolves also couldn't avoid the fate of having their heads blown off.
Although Tang Qi hadn't specifically trained in gun skills and couldn't achieve the perfect accuracy of a Sharpshooter,
When Tang Qi pulled the trigger of Blood Python No.1, this Extraordinary Gun would automatically adjust its aim, and that kind of oppression, like a dragon chant, could make monsters enter a Shock state, even if it's just an imperceptible half-second, it was enough to turn them into cold corpses.
"Whew~"
In the alley, Tang Qi holding the Blood Python No.1, his breath somewhat rapid, looked at the ground full of corpses resembling but much larger and more monstrous than Salurus Wolf Dogs, his expression a bit grave, not because the killing was too heavy, but because Tang Qi finally realized.
He had made a not insignificant mistake.
"Buzz"
Tang Qi's gaze fell on the back of his hand, where the Curse Mark emitted a chilling air, almost freezing his hand.
An unimaginable sense of crisis, at this moment, like a bursting mountain torrent, swept over.
At this moment, he felt malice, similar to the malice he faced before with that painter and these giant wolf monsters.
But it was more intense, more dangerous, and the numbers also... unimaginable.
"Lit a lamp to attract moths, but failed to turn it off in time."
"Or should I say, I underestimated the power of misfortune?"
As he murmured, Tang Qi's thoughts, like a fiercely Burning flame, heavily enveloped the mark on the back of his hand, with a "sizzle", the mark's Radiance rapidly dimmed amidst rising grey-black cold smoke, and it was finally shut off.
But by this time, Tang Qi looked towards the blood-stained entrance of the alley, his expression even graver.