As soon as the wanted notice was displayed on the big screen, almost everyone turned their attention to this side.
This man, who was fairly good-looking but exuded a sharp aura, was very conspicuous in the entire harmonious city. He had a knife hanging at his waist, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were pitch black, as if they were devoid of any light. He was very calm and indifferent, and did not care about their lives or deaths at all.
This abrupt man exuded a chilling aura that emanated from the depths of his being.
But this is precisely the kind of man they are trying to capture right now, so no one dares to go online.
"Why don't we hold off on any rash actions and go inform the divine messengers first?"
"...you're right."
After the murmurs subsided, the surroundings became quiet again.
"Sigh..." When everyone was silent, the person in the center of their gaze sighed lightly, a look of worry and distress on their face. "I have listened to my aunt and tried my best to become a normal person..."
His muttering seemed genuinely bothersome, but no one understood what he was saying.
They were just ordinary city dwellers. Faced with a wanted man wielding a knife and exuding danger, they dared not advance rashly. Instead, they blocked his path from all sides, trying their best to prevent Yin Xiu from leaving.
Yin Xiu watched them take a step forward, and the crowd immediately took a step back, quite wary.
"Let me ask you something." Yin Xiu nodded politely to them, then drew his knife and pointed to the large screen beside him. "If this Xing Shen catches me, what will he do to me?"
His question left everyone around him completely baffled.
Would anyone calmly ask them what would happen next at this moment? Not to run away or to fight back? Just to ask them calmly?
"Uh..." In the silence, someone whispered, "Those who disrespect God... depending on the severity, will be killed or banished..."
"What about someone like me?" Yin Xiu tilted his head and looked at the player.
The player, feeling stared at intently, shuddered inexplicably and guiltily looked away, thinking, "I'll probably... get killed..."
"Oh." Yin Xiu nodded, responding without much reaction, and pondered it carefully in his mind.
Auntie, when someone tried to kill him, he fought back with a knife and killed everyone who rushed at him. That's self-defense, right? Even a normal person would do the same, right?
He had no idea what was going on. In short, now that the God of Fortune had given the order to capture him, killing the people here was pointless. He should go and kill that so-called God of Fortune and see what kind of being he really was.
Yin Xiu was a little nervous about his first attempt at killing a god, unsure if he could succeed. He decided to give it a try later.
He was about to ask the townspeople where the God of Fortune was, and he was prepared to threaten them with a knife, when suddenly a cacophony of sounds arose from outside the crowd. A great throng of footsteps pushed through the crowd and reached Yin Xiu.
The two men dressed in black who had appeared in front of Yin Xiu earlier had now returned with a large group of people dressed in the same manner. The dark-clad group immediately surrounded Yin Xiu, each holding a sharp knife and pointing it directly at him.
Yin Xiu looked up at the man at the head of the group. "You're back."
The leader was the man who had been knocked to the ground earlier. Now, his eyes were filled with arrogance as he looked at Yin Xiu, and his first words were provocative, "Hmph! I know you have some skills! I don't know where you came from, but now that you've come to Twin City, you won't be leaving so easily."
"How dare you disrespect our gods! We don't need to arrest you today; punish you on this spot! Let everyone see what happens to those who disrespect the gods in Twin Cities!"
With many companions around, he spoke with much more confidence, and his killing intent towards Yin Xiu was intense.
Perhaps because he had embarrassed the divine messenger in public earlier, his eyes were now filled with jealousy and hatred.
Yin Xiu ignored his words and instead looked around at the people who had gathered around him. There seemed to be about twenty or thirty of them, their figures completely surrounding him.
Meanwhile, the townspeople outside the crowd shrank nervously to the back, watching Yin Xiu shake his head and sigh, filled with pity for the dying man.
Few people would dare to summon so many divine messengers to suppress such a massive group; this man is doomed.
Surrounded by so many people, the man in the center showed no sign of panic or fear. Instead, he leisurely picked up his knife, looking bored. "Are you done talking? If you don't have the strength, don't just stand there yelling. Can you hurry up?"
His nonchalant reaction immediately enraged the man, who pointed at Yin Xiu and yelled, "So what if I yell! You're going to die here today! Someone like you is destined for misfortune! What makes you so arrogant? You're a pitiful man, unblessed by fortune!"
"Killing you would only end your miserable life!"
Amidst the other man's furious curses, Yin Xiu stared at him, raised the knife in his hand, its cold light gleaming eerily under the lamplight, and said, "Did you hear the bell?"
The man's arrogant expression faltered. "What bell?"
Beneath the blade, Yin Xiu slightly curled the corners of his lips, "It is the death knell of your life."
The moment the words fell, a cold light flashed before everyone's eyes like lightning. They didn't even have time to see it clearly before they saw Yin Xiu's sword strike.
A trail of blood slowly oozed from the man's throat. He clutched his neck in terror, first in confusion, then his expression twisted. He glared fiercely at Yin Xiu, wanting to shout and curse, but the sounds that came out of his throat were fragmented, filling him with terror. He could only stare at the smiling Yin Xiu in front of him, his eyes filled with hatred as he fell to the ground.
The people around him were stunned for a few seconds. When they realized he had made a move, they immediately rushed forward with their weapons.
The figures of twenty or thirty people, once they started moving, created a chaotic scene. Their killing intent was directed at the man in the center, and the tip of each knife was aimed at his vital points.
But the man didn't care about their numbers at all. Their attacks, their light, floating voices moving through the crowd like ghosts, carried a chilling killing intent, aimed straight at each person's throat.
Swords flashed and danced, the blade pierced fiercely, then was leisurely withdrawn amidst blood and a painful whimper.
Those people initially exuded an angry and aggressive aura, but within a minute, they completely collapsed.
Their eyes gradually filled with fear and awe at the number of people lying on the ground, and they felt afraid of the man who only wielded his knife without saying a word.
A few uninjured men had lost their will to fight and were trying to run back in terror, but the knife wouldn't let them leave.
One man, one knife, and a chilling killing intent as cold as snowflakes—yet he killed twenty or thirty divine messengers with his blade.
That decisive and ruthless killing intent was like that of a demon emerging from an extremely dangerous environment, bringing great shock to this peaceful city.
After the last scream faded, Yin Xiu stepped onto the pile of corpses, casually wiped the blood off his face, and lowered his head to wipe the knife with the hem of his clothes.
The dim light beside him fell on him, erasing the chill that surrounded him. After the initial turmoil, only tranquility and indifference remained.
It was as if he hadn't done anything about what was happening around him; he seemed completely innocent, like an outsider.
At this moment, everyone on the street was stunned, unable to believe what kind of performance they had just watched.
One person fought back against an attack by so many people.
He was covered in blood, but not a single drop was his own.
What a terrifying existence!
But then they heard Yin Xiu ask them in a low voice, "When is the next batch coming? I'll wait a little longer?"