Chapter 547: Your House Exploded

By Sanjiu YinyuWord Count: 1287 words

Bang—!!

Amidst a sudden scream, a dark figure shot across the chaotic dance hall like a cannonball, knocking over several tables and chairs in quick succession!

"What the hell just flew by!""Was that a person???""What??"

The previously boisterous crowd was now completely fixated on the screams and the shadowy figure overturning furniture. Everyone stared blankly at the spot, bewildered by what had just happened.

At 2:22 PM, a startling bolt of lightning streaked across the sky above the dance hall.

Pale lightning flashed silently through the clouds. Through the momentary burst of light from outside the window, everyone finally saw what had unfolded before them.

Amidst the scattered tables and chairs, a burly figure, covered in blood, lay with wide, vacant eyes staring at the ceiling. His face was ashen, frozen in terror, and he was no longer breathing. A bloody knife wound pierced through his body, a shocking sight illuminated by the pale lightning.

The dim dance hall, the sudden lightning, the strewn furniture, the gruesome corpse... This scene gripped all the patrons, making them hold their breath.

At the same time, at the end of the path where the body had flown, a figure stood with his back to the pale lightning outside the window, casting a colossal, demon-like shadow that flickered within the dance hall!

Crimson blood blurred Li Ruohong's face, his expression grim and ferocious. In his hand, a chilling short knife steadily dripped blood, silently spreading into a pool beneath him...

Boom—!!!

As the sudden flash of lightning faded, the dance hall plunged back into darkness. The deafening thunder seemed to split their eardrums.

It was then that the crowd finally snapped back to reality. Piercing screams erupted wildly throughout the dance hall, and everyone was gripped by profound terror. The scene they had just witnessed was seared into their minds like a brand; even in the renewed darkness, they could still vividly picture Li Ruohong's grim, blood-streaked face!!

Meanwhile, in the darkness, Li Ruohong stared blankly down at his hands...

Where's the wrench??When did his wrench turn into a knife?How did that bodyguard fly out like that... He barely felt like he used any force?!And what are they screaming about??

Audience Anticipation: 3

Li Ruohong was utterly bewildered, completely unaware of what had happened. As the lightning outside flashed repeatedly, the terrified exodus from the dance hall played out before his eyes.

"Blood... blood!! Blood everywhere!! The floor is seeping blood!!"

Someone shouted, and everyone looked up to see that the dance hall's floorboards were soaked with blood, which was continuously dripping down. It looked like dried blood clots, long congealed between the floor layers, were now being dislodged by the rain and dripping onto people's faces along the walls and through the floorboard cracks.

Pale lightning flashed behind them as blood seeped from the floorboards. The dance hall, which just minutes ago had been a place of extravagant revelry, was now like an Asura's hell.

"The body of that person is gone too! Only a pool of blood and minced flesh remain!""How could this happen...""It eats people... This place eats people!!"

Many figures scrambled madly towards the exit. Someone then noticed that the body, which had been lying amidst the debris, had eerily vanished during the flashes of lightning... It was as if something invisible had consumed it, leaving behind only a bloodstain and small fragments of flesh, serving as proof that a body had indeed been there moments before.

Screams mingled with the lightning, echoing piercingly through the dance hall. As the environment briefly plunged into darkness before lighting up again with the lightning, a figure in a brown overcoat sat ghost-like in an unnoticed corner.

Clink—

Ice cubes gently clinked against the glass. Amidst the rapid alternation of darkness and pale light, Chen Ling unhurriedly raised his head and drained the liquid in his cup.

"The effect seems to be quite good..."

Lightning flashed continuously outside the window, like spotlights on a stage being switched on and off in rapid succession. Blood trickled down the backdrop, enhancing the atmosphere under the shifting lights. The character holding the "short knife" prop stood bewildered on the stage, watching the audience scattering and fleeing below, utterly unaware that he was part of a performance.

Chen Ling, who had personally orchestrated all of this, casually placed his empty glass back on the table. He picked up a lighter from beside it, flicked it gently, and watched as the flame gradually consumed the note recording the "script."

Jian Changsheng and others were in a predicament: they were under suspicion and surveillance by the police and Fusheng Society. With Chen Ling's current abilities, he naturally couldn't eliminate all his enemies by force. His only option was to personally "package" another, more eye-catching "Twilight Society stronghold"!

This way, even if he couldn't completely clear the casino's name, he could significantly reduce the Red Dust Main City's surveillance on it and create confusion... The murkier the waters in Red Dust Main City became, the more advantageous it would be for the Twilight Society.

Of course, Chen Ling didn't expect this single performance to completely divert Fusheng Society's suspicions. At best, it was an opening act, an opportunity to bring the Grand World Dance Hall into Fusheng Society's awareness... Once Fusheng Society started paying attention, everything would be much easier.

Chen Ling couldn't clear the casino's name, but he had a hundred ways to make the dance hall suspicious!

Orange flames, accompanied by embers, drifted into the pool of blood. Chen Ling walked step by step towards the dark second-floor stairs. With a tear at his chin, his figure transformed into a faint afterimage and completely vanished into the shadows.

"Murder... There's been a murder!!""Call the police!!""Blood... Blood everywhere!"

A torrential downpour drenched the streets. Hordes of figures streamed out of the Grand World Dance Hall, screaming in terror, their faces pale as they scattered in all directions, as if they had seen ghosts.

Hearing the commotion outside, residents in nearby buildings opened their windows, staring blankly at the fleeing crowd below. Though they didn't know what was happening, an inexplicable unease began to spread through the streets amidst the chilling screams.

At the casino entrance, plainclothes officers who had been diligently on surveillance in the rain watched the distant chaos with puzzled expressions.

A police officer, disguised as a rickshaw driver, silently pulled his vehicle closer towards the direction from which the crowd was fleeing.

"Brother, what's going on over there?"

"Blood... the dance hall... the dance hall's floor is seeping blood!" a pale-faced young man stammered incoherently. "And, and someone was murdered! One stab sent a man flying over ten meters, and in the blink of an eye! The body was gone!!"

"What did you say???"

Meanwhile.

At the entrance of Jinghong Tower.

Hearing the commotion from outside, Kong Baosheng cautiously poked his head out the door, trying to keep as much distance as possible from the two "door gods" who looked like drowned rats. At the same time, he curiously observed the fleeing crowd and the Grand World Dance Hall, which was bleeding out from its entrance.

Kong Baosheng paused, scratched his head, and then said to the two equally stunned "door gods":

"Drowned Rats, did your house explode?"