Li Qing was so terrified that he collapsed flat on the floor, while Wang Bin rolled and dove under a liquor table.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire erupted continuously inside the bar, accompanied by surging flames. The fire on the bartender’s body ignited the surrounding spirits, sending a wave of scorching heat rolling through the room.
Hum—
A cold, gleaming zhanmadao swung out from behind the bartender.
His head was split open like a watermelon, and his body slumped to either side. However, Yin Yang did not lower his guard for a moment.
The reason was simple: the living corpses around them had not lost their vitality, which proved that this Ghost Messenger wasn't dead yet.
Whoosh—
A bone-chilling wind blew through the room, and the charred silhouette of the bartender vanished.
Boom!
A figure crashed out from behind the blazing liquor cabinet—it was the bartender.
"Die!!!"
He had long since lost his earlier composure; his eyes were filled with nothing but pure killing intent!
Yin Yang wasn't surprised in the least. After all, even he had a few life-saving items on him.
How could the head of this organ transit hub not have any?
Whether it was from Wang Zheng’s memories or Liu He’s, this bartender had appeared frequently. This place was practically a meeting room for human traffickers; if anyone wanted to buy or sell someone, they could list their request here.
If Li Qing and the others had come a dozen days ago, the place would have been bustling with people.
The reason it was so quiet now was that Yin Yang had pressed the pause button for them. Those human traffickers were now part of Yin Yang’s altar, and they were very quiet indeed.
As the bartender regained his senses, the surrounding living corpses instantly sprang into action.
The previously haphazard gunfire suddenly found its mark, and they pulled their triggers in unison, aiming directly at Yin Yang.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sparks flew everywhere.
However, the bullets came to a dead stop three meters away from Yin Yang’s body.
The bartender rushed toward Yin Yang, but just as he was about to strike, a baleful zhanmadao barred his path.
If he continued his charge, given his speed and the sharpness of the zhanmadao, he would be sliced in two!
Swish!
A living corpse launched itself like a small cannonball in front of the blade-wielding ghost, taking the blow for the bartender.
Splat!
The living corpse was cleaved in two, and an unbearable, foul stench began to permeate the air.
Using it as cover, the bartender lunged in front of Yin Yang, reaching out with a slender, powerful hand to grab his throat!
With a Ghost Messenger’s strength, he could easily crush every bone in Yin Yang’s body.
Yin Yang remained calm, his eyes fixed on the bartender’s muscular reactions. He executed a sudden dodge, narrowly avoiding the grasp by a hair’s breadth.
As they brushed past each other, a revolver appeared in Yin Yang’s hand out of thin air. He pulled the trigger repeatedly, aiming at the back of the bartender’s head.
As a Sequence 8 daring to challenge a Sequence 6, he naturally wouldn't come unprepared!
Crack.
A force manifested behind the bartender’s head, blocking the incoming bullets. At the same time, a crisp snapping sound came from his wrist.
His expression darkened further.
A Substitute Life Doll.
Yin Yang had one of those too; he had just finished making one not long ago. By now, the bartender had already exhausted two of his life-saving methods.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Living corpses pounced toward Yin Yang, attempting to restrain him.
But the blade-wielding ghost was no slouch. Its zhanmadao was exceptionally sharp, hacking the corpses into pieces.
Watching this from the floor, Li Qing couldn't help but gag. Wang Bin, beside him, didn't look much better; his face was as pale as paper.
"Request backup! Get Captain Zhang!" Li Qing shouted in a low voice.
Wang Bin hurriedly pulled out his communicator, only to find there was no signal.
"There’s no signal!"
"How can there be no signal? The Security Bureau communicators are specially made; they should have a signal even twenty meters underground!"
"Check yours!"
Hearing this, Li Qing pulled out his own communicator and saw that there truly was no signal.
"What... what do we do?"
Li Qing felt a wave of sheer terror. Both he and Wang Bin were only Sequence 8. Having been dragged into a battle between 'two Sequence 6s,' the probability of them making it out alive was abysmally small.
"This place must be shielded by some transcendent item. We just need to break out; there will definitely be a signal outside!" Wang Bin called out, glancing back at the entrance.
The moment he looked up, a bullet streaked toward the back of his head.
Crack.
Another snapping sound rang out—another Substitute Life Doll.
Wang Bin’s face was drained of all color, and his body couldn't stop shaking. If it hadn't been for that Substitute Life Doll, he would be a dead man by now!
Seeing this, Li Qing gritted his teeth and scrambled toward the door.
Whether he stayed or ran, death seemed inevitable. He might as well take the gamble!
The door wasn't far. Fueled by adrenaline, he reached it in two strides and pushed it open to call for help.
Thud!
A bullet struck him right between the eyes.
Unfortunately, Li Qing did not have a Substitute Life Doll. Clearly, his priority within the Li family wasn't particularly high.
The one who fired was a living corpse. Seeing Li Qing die, it turned its muzzle toward Wang Bin.
Wang Bin seemed to snap back to his senses at that moment. With bloodshot eyes, he drew his gun and pulled the trigger.
Boom!
The living corpse’s head exploded like a rotten watermelon, splashing dark-brown, foul-smelling blood everywhere.
He was a Sequence 8 Executioner of the Executioner pathway!
He excelled in Weakness Perception and was a master of weapons; a headshot was child's play for him.
Their actions didn't affect the fight between Yin Yang and the bartender in the slightest. The two were locked in a fierce, inseparable struggle.
After paying a heavy price, the bartender finally fought his way in front of Yin Yang.
However, Yin Yang no longer looked the same. At some point, a robe had appeared on his body, and a slightly eerie Nuo opera mask covered his face.
"Sacrifice!"
Red light emanated from Yin Yang’s eyes as he threw a punch of his own!
Thud!
After a muffled impact, the bartender stumbled back two steps, while Yin Yang was knocked back five!
In a Sequence 8 versus Sequence 6 confrontation, he was only at a slight disadvantage.
The bartender had been very confident in that punch, believing that even if it didn't kill Yin Yang, it would leave him severely injured. But the man before him was as hard as stone, and the counter-shock force left his arm feeling numb.
One had to remember that he was a Ghost Messenger with Pain Resistance!
Whoosh—
A wind rose from nowhere inside the tavern.
The severed pieces of a dozen living corpses slowly began to vanish.
"Huh?" The bartender stared, dumbfounded.
Yin Yang took the opportunity to launch a fierce assault!
The most important ability of a Corpse Celebrant was Sacrifice; they could sacrifice something of their own to exchange for power from a deity!
Yin Yang had just sacrificed the 'prey' he had slain, using them to gain a temporary power boost. Otherwise, that one punch from the bartender would have been enough to break his arm.
Even so, he was still no match for a Sequence 6 Ghost Messenger. The opponent only needed three more punches to dissipate the borrowed power.
Fortunately, Yin Yang was prepared.
"Rise!"
On the walls around the tavern, incantations lit up one by one.
Ever since Yin Yang had decided to move against the bartender, he had spent an hour every day carving them around the tavern's perimeter. Now, the timing was perfect.
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