The disheartened ghost shrank by the door, watching from the sidelines, looking like it was ready to escape at any moment.

Yu Xing's plan was to end the battle quickly.

His physical strength was not enough to support him for a long time of attacking and dodging. To put it in gaming terms, he was like a burst-type assassin, difficult to sustain.

The red color filled his vision. Every attack from the man in red carried the resentment of the humans who had died at its hands, turning into illusions that flashed before Yu Xing's eyes, showing the twisted faces of the deceased and the sound of wailing.

If it were an ordinary person, seeing such illusions would surely torment them to the point of mental exhaustion and death.

This was the unique method of attack of the man in red, so the more people it killed, the stronger it became.

Yu Xing was gradually affected by these unavoidable illusions, making his mood worse.

Although he disguised himself as the malevolent ghost in red, he was still a human after all. He couldn't use the abilities of the man in red. Otherwise, he really wanted to show the man in red what a true bloodbath looked like.

So tired...

Yu Xing noticed that the specters in this world liked to attack the head when killing and fighting, seemingly enjoying the feeling of seeing the victim's face drenched in blood from top to bottom.

Then I won't dodge it...

When the man in red's nail-like claws reached for his head, he only slightly tilted his head, allowing the malevolent ghost's claws to land on his skull.

The man in red was astonished to find that it had grabbed the vital point of the man in red wearing the mourning mask.

Strange, the combat strength displayed by this man in red did not match the dense blood mist at all!

Too weak!

It suddenly became suspicious and inserted its finger into Yu Xing's skull.

"Ah!" the disheartened ghost exclaimed.

"Yu Xing!" Zhao Yijiu, who had been keeping an eye on this side, also shouted in horror, kicking the man in red brother away and giving himself some space to buffer, then ran towards Yu Xing without hesitation.

He felt that Yu Xing's decision was wrong.

Yu Xing's swordsmanship was very powerful and experienced, but he was not more outstanding than him.

If anyone was more likely to use the Stop Killing to kill a man in red, it would definitely be him, who was more familiar with the Stop Killing, rather than Yu Xing, who was a sickly person!

The rarely seen panic appeared on Zhao Yijiu's stern face under the mask. He ran towards Yu Xing while evading the attacks of the man in red brother, the scene of the malevolent ghost's claws piercing into Yu Xing's head and the bloody illusions created by the man in red brother appeared in his mind. He gritted his teeth: What's going on? He was still fooled by Yu Xing's calm appearance, he trusted him too much!

Yu Xing, damn it, don't die here, it's meaningless...

The sound of the claws breaking the skin and shattering a piece of bone was clearly heard in Yu Xing's mind.

His pupils contracted, he grunted, as if he had not been anesthetized, and then five thick steel needles were driven into his brain, intense pain spreading layer by layer from the dense neurons. There was even a moment when his vision was completely blank, until the scorching blood slid over his eyelids, blurring his left eye, and he regained his senses.

Then he felt his persona mask being taken off by the man in red brother.

The persona mask that had left his face automatically dissipated and dissipated into the air, returning to its panel state.

Yu Xing's delicate and stunning face was exposed in the air, blood flowing down from the middle of his face, adding a pitiful and terrifying look that was unbearable to look at.

The large red robe slowly dissipated, revealing the waiter's shirt and vest. The man in red brother exclaimed, "You are indeed a living waiter!"

On one hand, it was shocked that a living person really had the same strength as the malevolent ghost in red, and on the other hand, it was surprised that it had completely mastered the life of this living waiter.

Its fingers did not penetrate deeply, only about half a meter, which was not fatal for the man in red ghost, but for a human, it was almost instant death!

Why? Clearly, it could easily get through the carnival party with its own strength, but it had to provoke it and its brother...

What was this human thinking?

Was he already dead?

The man in red brother ignored the roar of the other human disguised as a shadow behind it, and at this moment, it was really very puzzled.

Dead?

Of course not.

The intense pain brought Yu Xing back to reality. He closed his left eye to prevent blood from entering his eye and looked at the man in red who had let down his guard with his right eye.

It felt the same as every time he was injured.

His perception of his limbs, his thoughts, and his line of sight were still clear and active.

Yes, he was not proficient in swordsmanship. If he were to fight one-on-one with Zhao Yijiu, he would definitely lose due to lack of physical strength. If the opponent was Qu Xianqing, he would definitely be pierced into a sieve within a minute.

If Qu Xianqing were here, the man in red would be nothing. But there was only him and Zhao Yijiu present, and Zhao Yijiu was not strong enough.

So only he could kill the man in red, only he could do it, no one else could.

At this distance, the malevolent ghost in red could no longer escape.

Yu Xing narrowed his eyes and, under the gaze of the man in red, revealed a smile that was completely eerie to the other party.

Like a demon drenched in blood, a smile of scars opened in the abyss.

He grabbed the wrist of the hand that the man in red had inserted into his skull with his left hand, and with his right hand, he held the cold hilt of the Stop Killing sword. In Zhao Yijiu's sudden stop—

A decisive and abrupt strike.

The blade penetrated the man in red's temple on one side and pierced through to the other side.

The black aura flowed and rose from the Stop Killing, quickly sending silence into the life of the prey.

Yu Xing's smile did not diminish.

See, only he could do it.

Only he could use this curse to exchange one life for another.

But he cheated, after exchanging one life for another, he still had many, many lives to use.The shock and horror on the red-clothed brother's face, mixed with astonishment, emerged from behind the shattered mask. It wasn't just him; even Zhao Yijiu, who had run over, and the red-clothed younger brother, who had floated back, were stunned.

What kind of reversal was this?

Zhao Yijiu couldn't help but take a step back.

He saw Yu Xing frowning as he pulled the red-clothed brother's fingers out of his head. Despite the fatal injury, Yu Xing managed to stagger to his feet, even bowing his head with a smile as he unleashed the killing blow from the helpless red-clothed brother's head, and then delivered two more strikes.

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He seemed like a madman, like a monster.

"Brother!" the red-clothed younger brother screamed in terror, rushing towards Yu Xing.

Yu Xing turned his head.

Blood smeared his face, and his wounds kept bleeding, yet he seemed oblivious. This reminded Zhao Yijiu of a family elder he had seen before, whose personality had become monstrously distorted due to high levels of alienation.

That elder used to like him a lot, giving him toy cars and Transformers that he didn't care for when he was five or six, always causing ten-year-old Zhao Mou to complain about the unfairness.

He gave all the toys to Zhao Mou, and the elder changed tactics, starting to give him unsharpened daggers instead, which he remembered and gradually grew fond of.

Later, on a night of torrential rain, amidst the thunder, the elder burst into his home. He was bewildered as his father hid him and Zhao Mou in a wardrobe, waiting in the dark for their father to take them out.

But they never did.

He wriggled free from Zhao Mou's grasp and left the wardrobe, only to see the elder, with a completely different expression, looking at him with murky eyes on his face and a multitude of eyes on his neck. Beneath the elder's feet lay his shredded father.

What happened after that?

He couldn't remember clearly; it seemed like Zhao Mou desperately dragged him away, then someone came, someone told him the nightmare was over, and someone took away his father's body.

That was his nightmare, which haunted him in his mind like a ghost through countless days and nights, in the darkness and silence.

As he grew up, he learned of the existence of this absurd Deduction game and the concept of personality alienation.

Zhao Yijiu's breath hitched, the memories that surged up made him hesitant to approach, but his body acted faster than his thoughts, reaching out to grab the fluttering hem of the red-clothed younger brother's clothes.

He heard his own voice, cold and trembling, distinctly clear in the silence: "Don't go over there."

"Brother!!" The red-clothed younger brother ignored him, and being held back by a living person, it swept its red aura towards Yu Xing.

Yu Xing's head still hurt, but he reacted quickly. Relying on his strength, he grabbed the red-clothed brother lying on the ground and blocked the blood aura attack.

The red-clothed are really hard to kill; even with a pierced brain and enduring the attack from the furious younger brother, the red-clothed brother still didn't die.

But it had lost the ability to move, hovering at the edge of disintegration.

Yu Xing dropped it and, sword in hand, moved towards the red-clothed younger brother.

He needed to get closer, just a bit closer to strike.

He said, "Brother Jiu, don't let it move."

Zhao Yijiu, hearing the familiar voice, seemed to awaken from a nightmare. He looked into Yu Xing's eyes and found clarity, unlike the murky eyes that had lost their humanity.

Perhaps Yu Xing was simply mad... he suddenly thought.

Tightening his grip, Zhao Yijiu resisted the blood aura and hallucinatory attacks from the red-clothed younger brother's rage. Soon, Yu Xing arrived with his sword.

Zhao Yijiu's pressure eased, and only then did he realize he was injured, with a deep, bone-exposing wound on his arm. But compared to Yu Xing, it seemed trivial.

The red-clothed younger brother felt stifled.

This human in front of it was too strange; even with a wound that should have been fatal, he was still full of life. It couldn't kill him no matter what, while the human seized every opportunity to inflict heavy damage on it.

This damned bar.

As the red-clothed younger brother followed in its brother's footsteps, losing its last bit of consciousness, its last thought was just that.

Yu Xing let out a long sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and tossed the sword back to Zhao Yijiu: "I'm too tired, I can't move anymore, you finish them off, I need to rest..."

While speaking, he wiped his face with his shirt sleeve, at least cleaning some of the blood off.