The Demon’s Menu

The unique aroma of spicy snacks, Jason smelled it from across a street.

Therefore, no matter how quietly these people believed they were moving, in Jason's perception, they were completely exposed.

Jason made a gesture towards Dou Bao.

Dou Bao nodded slightly and walked slowly towards the room.

Speaking while walking.

"Curator, let's check again, there might be some clues left behind."

Dou Bao knew well that she was not suited for the front lines, although she trained hard and had the right elixir supplies, the time still seemed short, especially after reaching the 'Skin Training' stage, despite trying harder, her improvement slowed inevitably.

And outside, the eleven people standing there were not ones that mere 'Skin Training' martial artists could contend with.

Therefore, stepping back temporarily was the best choice.

But Dou Bao understood the importance of not distracting her curator.

"Alright."

Watching Dou Bao walk into the room, Jason responded cooperatively.

Then—

Fog!

Dense, gray fog enveloped the surroundings unbeknownst to anyone.

The eleven people watching this courtyard initially felt nothing, but as time passed, the leader suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"It's poisonous! Disperse!"

The leading man shouted softly.

Whoosh, whoosh!

The next moment, clothes rustling in the wind repeatedly sounded.

On being alerted, the attackers, similarly noticing something amiss, quickly ran towards the outskirts of the gray fog.

However, the leader's face sank.

They had eleven in total.

But only six garments rustling just now!

Excluding himself, four people did not react at all!

In this situation, no reaction meant what, the leader knew clearly.

Death!

Only death!

But… it was too fast!

Moreover, without a sound!

He totally discovered nothing and four people were dead!

Mind you, these were not ordinary cult members, but the 'Divine Envoys' under that 'Sect Hierarch'.

This time, to successfully complete the mission, the 'Transmigration Cult' Divine Envoys hidden in the Northern Capital went all out.

Yet, without even seeing the shadow of 'Heavenly Sword' Mu Bai, four were lost!

This leader's heart turned slightly cold.

Despite not knowing which four were dead.

But of the Divine Envoys present, excluding himself, though their methods differed, their strengths were nearly the same.

Meaning, given that so-called 'Heavenly Sword' a little more time, they would all be finished here.

Thinking this, the leader took a deep breath.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Continuously, as if the forceful wind howled.

Then, the surrounding gray fog was inhaled into his mouth and nose.

His originally normal belly quickly swelled.

After three breaths, the leader was like being ten months pregnant.

And the surrounding fog was cleared away.

Everything became clear.

Lying on the ground… five!

Five!

Not four!

In those three breaths just now, another among eleven attackers had their neck twisted.

The five corpses were all lying on the ground, heads turned upwards, eyes wide staring at the night sky, tongues extended long.

The fatal wound was the same: necks twisted.

The remaining five 'Transmigration Cult' Divine Envoys quickly gathered.

One of them repeatedly made hand signs, instantly, his entire being became corpse-like, falling backward, supported by someone beside him.

An unseen spiritual body left his physique, inspecting the surroundings.

The Divine Envoy supporting him bit his tongue tip, spitting essence blood into the air ahead.

Smack!

Amidst the spray, a faintly blood-red shield enveloped the two.

One among the three other Divine Envoys flicked his long sleeve, hundreds of seeds shot toward the ground in all directions.

In a breath, the seeds rooted and sprouted, growing purple-black vines.

The vines were about pinky thick, covered in thorns, with a mouth filled with fangs at the tip, swaying like snakes frenzy dancing, making one's scalp tingle.

Another Divine Envoy among the three took out a stack of paper, tossing them skyward.

Dozens of yellow papers fluttered like butterflies, more like autumn leaves.

But at the moment of landing, these papers transformed into paper figures, with a piercing eerie laugh, running or jumping onto vines and scattering using the vines as bases.

The last Divine Envoy among the three sat cross-legged.

Six ancient coins appeared in his hand.

Amidst metallic clinking, the coins all entered into a dry tortoise shell.

The Divine Envoy shook it up and down.

Clatter! Clatter!

With coins and the tortoise shell's unique collision, the six Divine Envoys concentrated fully.

They couldn't see Jason's trace. <subtex>.</subtex>

But, once they found Jason.

They could 'lock onto' Jason.

They could kill Jason.

They were confident about this.

Confident both to 'lock onto' and kill Jason.

No matter how excellent the assassin, they couldn't evade their search.

But—

Clatter! Clatter!

Smack!

Among the clash of coins with a tortoise shell, suddenly came a vomit sound.

The Divine Envoy relying on divination to find Jason widened his eyes, spat a mouthful of blood, then collapsed to the ground.