Chapter 1

The corpse had a massive wound at the waist, almost bisecting it.

It was Mr. Qin, who had been lively just a few minutes ago.

Even more bizarre, the half of his face that was slightly turned showed little fear. On the contrary, it had a strange sense of happiness, as if he had seen the gates of heaven.

As one of the Qin family's more capable members, this Mr. Qin was naturally a disciple, but he had died so inexplicably. None of the others present had even seen the shadow of their opponent.

"That guy is hiding in the mist. We need to find a way to disperse it." Someone warned. He didn't even need to say it. Many people could sense that there was something strange about the mist, that it was blocking everyone's perception.

"I'll do it. Everyone stay away from me." The old man surnamed Huang volunteered.

The surrounding people scattered, forming a cordon around him, protecting the old man, Chief Wu, and a few others in the center.

The old man slowly closed his eyes, but when he opened them again a few seconds later, his pupils had completely disappeared, leaving only empty whites. The whites of his eyes were devoid of emotion, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

At the same time, a gust of wind suddenly sprang up beside the old man.

The wind came strangely, and it grew more and more violent, blowing so hard that the people around him could barely stand.

But strangely, the wind only seemed to affect people. The fallen leaves and weeds on the ground, and the surrounding trees, showed no signs of being moved.

"It's moving!" A man standing next to Chief Wu exclaimed. "The mist... the mist is being blown away!"

"Quiet," Chief Wu hissed. She gripped the gun tightly in her hand, waiting for the mist to dissipate so she could find that guy and feed him bullets.

As the wind grew stronger, the area it affected became more and more exaggerated, and the seemingly living mist around them was blown away.

More and more terrifying corpses were exposed, floating in the air like wandering ghosts.

Ahead, light shone in, warming everyone's bodies. But when the mist had completely dissipated, everyone was stunned.

Standing not far in front of them was a huge, pure white door, and the holy light was coming from inside, making it impossible to open their eyes.

A figure, standing in holy light, slowly stepped out from the door.

It was an extremely beautiful woman, simply dressed, yet exuding nobility in every way. Even more striking were the pair of wings on her back. Every feather on the wings was meticulously crafted, a unique treasure.

An angel...

That was the only word everyone could think of to describe the woman.

A rustling sound came. The corpses suspended in mid-air seemed to be sensing the call of heaven, facing the woman and shedding tears of blood from their eyes.

Not only the corpses, but some of the people were also bewitched, involuntarily walking towards the gates of heaven.

"Stop them!"

Cries of alarm rose and fell. Some of the disciples were also gradually losing control of their desire to worship, as if walking through that door and bathing in the holy light would eliminate all the worries of this world.

Luo He wasn't paying attention, and Fu Fu pulled a large saw from her backpack behind her. As a few strange blood-colored patterns appeared near the corners of her eyes, her pupils turned blood red, and her cute tiger teeth became even sharper. "Disgusting old hag, how dare you impersonate an angel." She licked her lips, and said in a low voice that only she could hear, "The taste of an angel... I haven't tried it yet."

Before Luo He could stop her, Fu Fu turned into a streak of bloody light and rushed towards the angel.

The angel's peaceful expression faltered for a moment. Instantly, one corpse after another blocked Fu Fu's path, reaching out their arms to stop her from approaching the gates of heaven.

Large amounts of foul blood splattered everywhere. The not-so-sharp teeth of the saw cut the corpses that dared to block her path in half, and severed limbs flew everywhere. The originally holy road to heaven was instantly transformed into a scene of carnage.

The girl's laughter echoed through the forest, filled with undisguised tyranny and madness. Accompanied by the sound of flesh being torn apart, the gates of heaven seemed to be unable to hold back any longer. Countless skeletons crawled out of the door, surging together like a tide, rushing towards the completely unrestrained Fu Fu.

The sharp limbs of the skeletons left bloody marks on her body, and some even scratched her face, but she had forgotten the pain at this moment.

She had been a madwoman since she was a child, and very few things could calm her down. She liked to carefully dismantle the things she didn't like bit by bit with various tools.

She couldn't control her madness, even though she knew that one day, that madness would swallow her.

Behind the door in her heart, there was something even more insane than she was.

In a sense, they were a perfect match.

Everyone treated her like a monster until one day, she was controlled by her family, taken out of the secret room that had been specially built for her at home, and sent to a prison-like gray building. There, on the cold cement floor, a woman with a great figure, appearance, and strength squatted down, looked into her eyes, and suddenly smiled, gently saying, "How cute."

After that, she was left there and never saw her so-called family again, but fortunately, there were more than a dozen other monsters besides her, and they huddled together for warmth, so she wasn't lonely.

Sharp bone spurs pierced her arm, pulling her back from her memories. Blood-red flames burned in Fu Fu's eyes, and her whole body was soaked in blood. She smiled hideously, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Having killed her way to the front, she raised the large saw in her hand and slashed down hard at the angel, who was showing a look of panic, and at the gates of heaven behind the angel.

The originally solemn gates of heaven shattered like a pane of glass, and even the angel screamed and fled, but one of her wings was still cut off. The illusion dissipated, and everyone who had been bewitched instantly woke up.

When they saw the scene in front of them, everyone's hearts turned cold.

The angel who had been standing in holy light just now had now revealed her true face, which was actually that of an old woman with a burned face and a small, hunched figure.

The old woman looked extremely miserable. Most of her left arm was missing, and it was still bleeding. Her chest rose and fell sharply, and she looked at Fu Fu with fear in her eyes. The latter was dragging half of an arm in her hand.

Fu Fu had also suffered serious injuries, but she didn't care. This was also the reason why the others in Scarlet didn't want Fu Fu to take action easily.

She was too crazy, not cherishing the lives of others and not caring about herself, always solving problems with the most direct and barbaric methods.

It wasn't that Luo He had no way to deal with this disciple who was trapping them, but it would take time. The worst outcome would be sacrificing a few more lives. He wasn't a merciful person, and the mission Mr. had given them was his top priority.

Moreover, he could feel that there was an even stronger aura lurking nearby, stronger than him or Fu Fu.