Qi Xia walked out the door and within just a few steps saw a corpse lying quietly by the street.

The back of this corpse was a bloody mess, as if several characters had been carved into it.

From the gambling den entrance to here, there were drag marks of blood all along the way. It seemed this person was the Little Cheng who had previously participated in a game with him, and was now dead.

But how did he die?

Qi Xia narrowed his gray-white pupils, walked forward a few steps, slowly crouched down, and looked at the characters on the other’s back.

“Beginning of Subversion”!

Qi Xia reached out to touch these four characters. Strangely enough, although these four characters were carved onto the other’s back using an extremely brutal method, one could vaguely make out the handwriting.

It looked like his own writing.

“How strange…” Qi Xia said in a low voice. “How did I carve these four characters onto your body?”

He paused for a moment, the corners of his mouth turning up. “Could it be such a coincidence that you’re ‘Dream Infiltration’?”

Unfortunately, the dead corpse could no longer answer him.

Qi Xia stood up, flicked the blood from his fingertips, then looked coldly at the corpse once and said, “If you really are ‘Dream Infiltration,’ dying here is letting you off too easy. In a bit, you come find me at ‘Heaven’s Mouth,’ and I’ll rearrange your method of death.”

The corpse lay quietly on the ground, motionless.

Qi Xia slowly revealed a smile. “Did you hear that?”

After waiting a few more seconds, as if he had received the other’s answer, he turned around with satisfaction and left the street, walking toward the direction of “Heaven’s Mouth.”

—

“Old Qiao, Old Qiao, did you see that?” Chen Junnan said in a low voice.

“I saw it!”

“Old Qi, that brat’s mental state really isn’t normal…” Chen Junnan said.

“But why are we secretly following him…”

“No… didn’t you tell me this brat didn’t deceive us? He’s going to ‘Heaven’s Mouth’ now—is that a good place? That bastard Little Chu is waiting there. If we don’t follow Old Qi, what if he suffers a loss?”

“Huh? If you put it that way…”

Zheng Yingxiong spoke at this time with a serious expression. “Chen Junnan is right. The scent on that Chu Tianqiu is very strange…”

Before Zheng Yingxiong could finish, Chen Junnan stepped forward and pressed down on his head. “Kid, what’s this ‘Chen Junnan’? Call me big brother.”

Zheng Yingxiong impatiently brushed Chen Junnan’s hand away, then put his crown back on his head. “I’m being serious. His scent isn’t much different from Qi Xia’s, drifting between ‘Zodiac’ and ‘Participant,’ except his scent is much lighter than Qi Xia’s…”

“What do you mean?” Chen Junnan was startled. “Are you saying Old Qi, that brat, is already a ‘Zodiac’ now?”

“I can’t say it like that…” Zheng Yingxiong shook his head. “Just now, in a certain instant when he opened his eyes, I not only smelled the scent of a ‘Zodiac,’ but even more so the scent of a ‘God,’ but that scent quickly faded. I don’t know if Qi Xia suppressed it himself… or if there’s some other hidden circumstance.”

“God…?” Everyone was slightly stunned for a moment, and Chen Junnan felt something wasn’t right. “Little Zheng… you even know what a ‘God’ smells like? I only fucking know what Liushen shower gel smells like.”

“I don’t know what scent a ‘God’ has, but when that scent drilled into my nose, I clearly knew it was a ‘God,'” Zheng Yingxiong answered. “My feeling can’t be wrong.”

Tiantian looked at everyone’s expressions and interjected at this moment, “But aren’t we being gathered here… precisely to create a ‘God’? Which means Qi Xia, he…”

“He can leave now…?” This thought surfaced simultaneously in everyone’s minds.

And Chen Junnan’s expression darkened once again.

“Old Qi…”

—

At the training ground of Heaven’s Mouth.

Han Yimo and Zhao Haibo stood shoulder to shoulder, both their faces somewhat pale at this moment, panting as they looked toward the three people a hundred meters away.

The scene around the two appeared somewhat eerie. Not far away lay corpses everywhere, with a terrifying flesh flower blooming at each corpse’s abdomen.

Whether on the surface of these corpses or on the surrounding ground, everything was now stained with a layer of black powder, as if something had shattered into fragments.

And directly above their heads, a black sword carrying fierce killing intent was suspended in midair, currently searching for something like a hunting hawk with its blade.

“These three people are a bit hard to kill…” Han Yimo gazed ahead with vacant eyes. “Doctor Zhao… can you still control your ‘Echo’?”

After hearing this, Doctor Zhao nodded in a daze.

Seeing the situation wasn’t good, Han Yimo said, “Hey… are you about to lose your rationality? Tell me our plan once.”

Doctor Zhao swallowed and said slowly, “We’re to follow Chu Tianqiu’s order to kill everyone here… So we formed a team. You’re responsible for summoning the ‘Seven Black Swords’ to kill people, while I’m responsible for destroying it when the ‘Seven Black Swords’ loses control and wants to kill you…”

“Good, that’s right.” Han Yimo nodded. “As long as you understand… Now with me wielding the ‘Black Sword’ and you wearing ‘White Robes,’ we look like a famous killer duo from the martial world…”

“I think you’re the one about to lose rationality…” Doctor Zhao shook his head forcefully. “By the way, can you control that sword of yours properly? This is the fourth time already—still can’t aim accurately?”

“I already said…” Han Yimo answered, “Once my ‘Seven Black Swords’ is summoned, it’s no longer under my control. It will seek out ‘evildoers’ according to its own judgment…”

After the two finished speaking, they simultaneously looked at the three people standing in the distance, their expressions gradually darkening.

Could those three people… not be “evildoers” at all?

Just now, Han Yimo had summoned the “Seven Black Swords” four times in succession, but without exception, all seven black swords had stabbed toward himself. Doctor Zhao had no choice but to intervene and continuously shatter the “Seven Black Swords.” Now both of them had somewhat overused their “Echoes.”

“So the most evil person on the field right now is you…?” Doctor Zhao wiped the sweat from his face and asked.

“That’s impossible… The first time clearly succeeded…” Han Yimo took a deep breath, then said, “It should still be a probability issue. Let me try again.”

Several dozen meters away, Zhang Shan pressed his hand against the cut wound on his arm, feeling the situation seemed a bit unfavorable.

“Damn, it’s a blade wound…” he muttered to himself. “That black thing that flew over just now was actually a blade?”

Just a few minutes ago, Zhang Shan had brought the two people behind him to “Heaven’s Mouth.” The large expanse of corpses had just come into view when they saw a pitch-black object flying toward them. Zhang Shan, with quick eyes and hands, instantly knocked down Old Lu and Little Glasses behind him. His arm was also grazed at that moment.

After that pitch-black thing missed with one strike, it quickly turned its body around. Before the three could clearly see its outline, it flew back in the direction it came from, ultimately disappearing in the distance.

Zhang Shan turned his head to look at Old Lu and Little Glasses. “You two alright?”

“We’re, we’re fine…” the two said, still shaken.

“Good that you’re fine…” Zhang Shan said with displeasure. “Who the fuck are those two people?”