Chapter 4: So Interesting, Take Me Along

At this moment, everyone had already entered the church, which meant that every household was now empty.

Su Qi, following the information he had seen today, began to break into each house one by one.

Soon.

He found an axe at the lumberjack's house and slung it over his shoulder.

Then, he found a hunting rifle at the hunter's house, which was conveniently loaded with bullets.

Su Qi had no intention of fleeing or hiding.

He was arming himself with the enemy's resources.

Finally, at the butcher's house.

Su Qi suddenly stopped, his gaze slightly stunned, as he saw not only a blood-stained butcher's knife but also an exclamation mark [!] on it.

"An unexpected bonus? It didn't appear before."

After triggering it, the information appeared.

[If you can peel an apple with it without breaking the skin, you might discover something.]

"Sure enough, it's still this style." Although Su Qi shook his head, his expression was not surprised.

Because the previous exclamation marks he had triggered were also like this, with various abstract and confusing prerequisites, but there were rewards after completing them, so he endured.

After a brief half-minute, he completed the prerequisite.

Surprisingly, this thing was quite good at peeling apples, though it was a bit unsettling.

The exclamation mark flickered slightly and then slowly disappeared.

The next moment.

The butcher's knife seemed to have absorbed some special aura, becoming somewhat different, and a panel popped up.

[Name: Hundred-Man Slaying Butcher's Knife]

[Type: Equipment]

[Quality: Common (Poor, Common, Good, Perfect, Immortal, Legendary)]

[Function: When slashing, increases agility and strength by +15 (also consumes more stamina)]

[Can be taken out of the instance: Yes]

[Note: A knife that has killed too many people, filled with terrifying killing intent]

This was the first piece of equipment Su Qi could see the panel for. He didn't know if he had discovered its special nature, triggering the equipment attributes.

Or if his actions had changed the ordinary item's attributes, directly creating it.

The former was still normal.

The latter was purely a cheat.

However.

What was most important at the moment was not this.

Su Qi directly tucked it into his waist and then strode to the warehouse door, sniffing the gasoline smell inside.

Now, he knew only one thing.

He was about to go on a killing spree!

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At this moment.

The church in the small town was bustling, with the door tightly closed.

The space inside was not large, though it could accommodate nearly fifty people, they were all crowded together. In the center of the open space stood a pillar with a ram's head statue, surrounded by patterns drawn in blood.

Clearly, this was a ritual.

Nearly fifty town residents stood shoulder to shoulder in a circle.

The old priest's voice echoed, his head bowed as he recited the prayer, his tone filled with utmost piety.

"Great Lord, in this world, only we know of your power. Please accept our unwavering faith."

"When the bell rings, we will offer you a sacrifice, completing the ritual with the flesh and blood of the desperate."

Torches burned around the pillar, casting shadows that elongated the ram's head shadow on the church's front wall, all the way to the hanging bell.

All the town residents, with bloodshot eyes, looked at this scene with extreme excitement.

Because they already knew what was about to happen.

The great Lord would ring the bell, responding to their prayers, followed by a night of revelry.

"Clang!"

The bell was struck by a shadow!

The old priest, seeing this, spread his arms wide, his eyes bloodshot, his pious expression terrifying in the firelight, said, "Everyone, the Lord's response has come. Today's prey seems quite good. I hope you enjoy it."

The hunter, the butcher, and the lumberjack raised their heads.

The maid Mary's eyes were filled with madness and excitement.

Yes, she had already thought of a hundred ways to deal with that guy, hoping only that this rude and impolite man would last a bit longer.

Previously.

Some guests would just stay foolishly in the wooden house, not knowing what was happening when the ritual began, still begging for mercy when tied to the pillar, and finally being cut into pieces in despair.

Some guests were smart, discovering something was wrong early and trying to escape, but most would be injured by the traps in the jungle. Even if they managed to escape into the jungle, it was just the beginning of their hunt.

The longest-lasting prey was a security guard, with excellent physical condition and rich experience, who discovered something was wrong earlier than others.

But so what, wasn't he now just another corpse under the wooden house?

"It's time to see if this guest is still foolishly staying in the wooden house or has become smart enough to start running."

Everyone stood up, their shadows stretching long under the central firelight.

They walked toward the church door, their faces filled with terrifying expressions.

The maid Mary, unable to wait, stood at the front, finally ready to reveal her true nature. She was already imagining the fear and despair on that damned man's face, his desperate cries for mercy.

Her grotesque face couldn't stop laughing as she reached out and pushed the door.

"Click!"

The maid Mary's smile froze.

The door did not open as she wished, remaining immobile.

Others rushed over but also felt a strong resistance.

The old priest noticed this and narrowed his eyes, asking, "What's going on?"

"The door won't open, something seems to be blocking it from the outside." Someone muttered in confusion.

"Push it together."

To conceal the town's greatest secret, the church space had no windows, and the space was not large. Even if the town residents all rushed forward, they could only crowd together.

Finally, they managed to push the door open a small crack.

Someone peered through the crack and saw a blood-stained farm machine blocking the outside, with three heavy oil drums on top.

"It's the warehouse's harvester."

Although it was a machine for harvesting crops, it had never cut grass. It was their tool for revelry, placing people inside to hear the crunching sounds as blood and flesh flew, which was quite entertaining.

"I'll break it open!"

The butcher, covered in fat, rammed the door, causing it to crack. After a few more rams, the gap grew larger.

The hunter looked at the outside darkness.

"This seems to be a smart one. Tonight might be interesting. Where has he run to now? The town entrance or the jungle?"

The lumberjack, an old man with wrinkles and a white beard, rolled up his sleeves, his voice hoarse.

"Running anywhere is useless. I'll split him in two with my axe."

"That's no fun. Let me do it." The butcher, breathing heavily, had already created enough space to pass through, his fat body rolling as he squeezed to go out first, grinning.

"Cutting him a hundred times while ensuring he's still alive and has the strength to scream, that's the most interesting part."

Before the butcher finished speaking, his gaze froze.

Outside the church, a figure stood next to the harvester, holding a large axe, a familiar knife at his waist, and a hunting rifle on his back.

Looking right at him.

"So interesting, take me along?"

(End of Chapter)