Watching Chen Yifei's head transform into a gun barrel, Chu Muyun and the shadowy man were both stunned.
"Bang——!"
Chen Yifei's vocal cords simulated the sound of a gunshot.
A blinding flash of fire erupted from the muzzle, and the two figures standing directly in front snapped out of their daze, quickly dodging aside!
They sprinted across tens of meters of snow at an amazing speed before finally stopping.
They turned back to look but found no bullets ejecting from the barrel, only continuous sparks bursting from the muzzle, as if mimicking the gesture of firing a gun.
"What...?" the shadowy man asked in bewilderment, "Did Block 7 ever mention if 'Thousand Faces' can transform into a gun barrel?"
"No," Chu Muyun shook his head, "'Thousand Faces' is the ability to change appearances, only able to alter one's looks, but he... it seems he can even transform objects."
"That's too abnormal. Is this the power of that distorted divine path...?"
"But great power often means a greater cost."
Chu Muyun gazed calmly at the red-clad figure in the snow, who fancied himself as a gun barrel, his expression somewhat complex.
"Bang——Bang——Bang!"
The gun barrel embodied by Chen Yifei continued to fire into nothingness, like a soulless zombie.
Only when his muzzle "saw" Qian Fan and the other two, terrified beneath the residential house, did he suddenly stop... as if in contemplation.
"Does he still retain some sanity?" the shadowy man asked in surprise.
"It should be said, instinct," Chu Muyun replied calmly, "The instinct for revenge."
At the same time, Qian Fan and the other two, targeted by the muzzle, turned pale again. They had just witnessed Chen Yifei resume his divine path, tearing his body apart, and then transforming into a crazed figure firing continuously... The successive cognitive shocks had almost brought their brains to a standstill.
"Why the hell... why don't you die? Why aren't you dead yet?!"
Qian Fan roared and once again raised his gun, repeatedly pulling the trigger at the red-clad monster!
Bullets hit Chen Yifei's body, splattering streams of blood. Even though his appearance had transformed into a gun, the hardness of his physical body hadn't increased significantly, as if he had just changed his skin...
In the next moment, another layer of skin was peeled off Chen Yifei's face.
The originally large and eerie gun barrel vanished, replaced by the appearance of a "dan" role with rosy makeup and hooked eyebrows, resembling the deceased Chen Muyu by eight or nine tenths in terms of their eyebrows and eyes!
The bright red theatrical robe slowly stepped over the accumulated snow, resembling the only vermilion in a pale world.
The "dan" role stared fixedly at Qian Fan and the other two, his lips slightly parted. Immediately afterward, Chen Muyu's melodious and penetrating singing voice echoed above the residential compound!
"The young nun is just sixteen or seventeen, in the prime of her youth, her hair cut off by her master.
Each day, in the Buddhist hall, she burns incense and changes the water,
Seeing several disciples playing beneath the mountain gate..."
The operatic singing was continuous, and the red robe trailed a residual image, instantly disappearing from the spot...
Qian Fan only felt a blur before his eyes, and then one of his wrists was sliced open by a dagger. He screamed in pain, and his gun fell into the snow.
His other hand immediately wanted to reach into his bosom to fetch another sacrificial artifact, but with a flash of cold light, his other hand also floated away from his arm...
"He looks at us, and we peek at him..."
Beneath the apricot-like eye makeup, a pair of hollow pupils stared fixedly at Qian Fan, almost touching his face.
"Chen Yifei... Chen Yifei! I know I was wrong!!" Qian Fan's facial features were distorted in agony, but fear occupied his heart even more. "Let me go... I'll give you all my money! I'll never..."
Puh——
A sharp edge pierced through Qian Fan's chin, cutting off his plea abruptly.
"He and I, we both have deep concerns for each other..."
Qian Fan's body fell straight onto the snowy ground. The "Dan" role slowly withdrew the dagger, his gaze shifting to the two remaining law enforcers in the courtyard.
The two exclaimed in shock, unable to muster any thought of resistance. They turned and ran towards the gate of the courtyard.
At the same moment, the "Dan" role's feet lightly touched the ground, his wide sleeves fluttering like butterfly wings. The cold glint of the dagger traced an elegant arc in the snow, accompanied by two spurts of blood.
He slowly stopped.
As the last two bodies fell, the entire courtyard was stained with blood.
The figure in red stood amidst the corpses, blood dripping down the blade, resembling a demon emerging from hell.
After an unknown period of time, the face of Chen Muyu dissipated, revealing Chen Yifei's original appearance.
He stood alone in the sea of blood, the dagger gently sliding to the ground. With a gust of cold wind, he fell backward like a wilted grass.
"Finally, it's over..."
Chu Muyun and another person walked from afar, looking at Chen Yifei who was unconscious, and sighed deeply.
"The integrator of a 'World-Ending' calamity, he has embarked on a twisted divine path... From now on, he is destined to be an outlier," the shadowy man said slowly.
"Isn't being an outlier the best?" Chu Muyun's mouth curved upward. "The Twilight Society welcomes outliers."
"Are you really sure you want to bring him into the Twilight Society?"
"It's not me..." Chu Muyun took an envelope from his coat pocket and held it between his fingertips.
On the envelope's cover, a red [JOKER] card was printed.
"It's the Flame Emperor."
...
Boom——!!
A loud buzzing sound came from the void, and the falling snow shattered instantly.
In the wilderness several kilometers away from the courtyard, a boy who was holding a branch and feeling bored suddenly looked up in surprise.
In the center of the [Club 8] on the snowy ground, a fierce crack spread rapidly. Han Meng's hands emerged from the crack, grabbing its edges and pulling hard!
The [Club 8] exploded in response, and Han Meng's body completely passed through the void. His black windbreaker was covered in dust and blood clots, making him look extremely wretched.
"Did he really make it out?"
The boy was surprised and covered his mouth... Or rather, the large hole representing a "mouth" on the blank paper.
Han Meng's chest heaved violently, as if the previous action had exhausted him. He stared fixedly at the little boy sitting there and raised his gun without hesitation!
"Don't be so excited. I admit I underestimated you a bit. I didn't expect there to be a real talent in the Aurora Domain." The boy chin in interest. "Your name is Han Meng, right? Do you want to join our Twilight Society?"
"Not interested." Han Meng's voice was icy cold. "A dirty organization composed of madmen and executioners. When did you dare to openly appear in the human domain?"
"Tsk, it seems you have a deep prejudice against us."
"It's the truth." An invisible domain unfolded around Han Meng. "Article 139 of the Human Covenant: Regardless of any domain, any member of the Twilight Society found shall be immediately listed as the highest priority for elimination, even above 'Integrators' and 'Fire Manipulators'...
You and the human domain are sworn enemies."
"Don't say that. We haven't done anything extremely evil," the boy said unhappily.
"Really?"
Han Meng sneered,
"Including... annihilating a whole human domain?"