Su Fan frowned and casually chose a path.
After walking for a while, Su Fan found it was a dead end, blocked by scrap metal ahead, with nothing beyond.
Just then, a figure quietly approached Su Fan from behind, holding a wooden stick and stealthily moving to his back.
Su Fan, as if unaware of the anomaly behind him, continued to look ahead.
The person behind him hardened their heart and swung the wooden stick fiercely towards the back of Su Fan's head.
Bang!
A dull thud echoed, but the expected scene of Su Fan being knocked down did not occur.
Su Fan, holding the wooden stick with one hand, looked coldly at the person behind him.
The attacker was a scruffy middle-aged man, looking rather unkempt.
Su Fan had noticed the man approaching, but deliberately pretended not to, to prevent him from escaping and to lure him closer.
"Who are you?"
From the man's strength, Su Fan could tell he was just an ordinary person, not a martial artist, and certainly not a sorcerer. What sorcerer would use a wooden stick for a sneak attack? Sorcerers had plenty of other means for such things.
"D-don't kill me!"
Seeing Su Fan easily block the stick, the man collapsed to the ground in terror.
"I won't kill you, tell me why you attacked me."
Su Fan asked him coldly.
"I... I thought you were those people. I was scared, so I attacked you. It's a misunderstanding!"
The scruffy man stammered.
"Then who are you? And who are those people you mentioned?"
Su Fan frowned and continued to ask.
His intuition told him that the people the scruffy man spoke of were definitely related to sorcerers.
"I'm the boss here..."
The scruffy man said with a wronged tone.
No one would have guessed that such a disheveled-looking person was the owner of this scrap yard.
Su Fan ignored him, letting him continue.
"About a week ago, a group of strange people came here. Without a word, they started killing people. All my employees were killed by them, and I, as the boss, was kept alive. To avoid unnecessary trouble, they made me call my employees' families and lie, saying the employees were working overtime here. After that, they confined me here, forbidding me to leave the scrap yard, or they would kill my family. I was terrified. I haven't been out for a week, and I don't know how my family is doing now."
The boss started to cry as he spoke.
Su Fan remained unmoved.
"Where are those people?"
Su Fan asked him.
"In the innermost room of the scrap yard. Are you here to save me?"
The boss told Su Fan everything without reservation, looking at him with a glimmer of hope.
He desperately wanted Su Fan to say yes.
"No."
To the boss's disappointment, Su Fan simply shook his head.
"I'm here to kill them."
However, Su Fan's next words filled the boss with surprise and joy.
"They are very powerful. You might not be able to defeat them alone."
The boss was worried that Su Fan might not be a match for those people, as he was alone.
"That's none of your business. Stay put and don't wander off."
Su Fan instructed him.
Then, he walked towards the direction the boss had indicated.
After Su Fan left, the panic on the boss's face vanished, replaced by a sinister smile.
"Hehehehe..."
An eerie, sinister laugh came from the boss.
Following the boss's directions, Su Fan indeed found a row of mobile homes deep within the scrap yard.
These houses were standard for scrap yards, as they were usually not permanent. They often relied on factories or construction sites for business. Once the construction was finished, their business would end, and they would move to another location. Mobile homes were very convenient for this.
Su Fan listened carefully to the sounds inside the mobile homes. There seemed to be no movement, appearing to be empty.
The mobile homes were two stories high, with four rooms each.
Su Fan quietly approached the window of one of the rooms and peered inside.
It was dark inside, and he couldn't see anything.
Su Fan frowned. He was certain that room was empty. He then looked into another room, which was also empty.
He didn't enter the rooms on the first floor for now, but quietly went upstairs.
He had already confirmed there was no one on the first floor, so there was no need to enter. If he made any noise and alerted them, the people on the second floor might be scared away.
However, to Su Fan's disappointment, there was no one on the second floor either.
The two rooms on the second floor were for sleeping. There were beds and other living supplies, but no other clues.
Su Fan returned to the first floor and entered one of the rooms.
The room was rather dim, as the windows had been replaced with black glass, making it difficult for sunlight to penetrate.
As soon as Su Fan entered, he frowned and covered his nose.
The facilities in the room resembled a slaughterhouse. The table in the center was covered in blood, and various knives and tools hung nearby. The trash can on the floor contained black, rotting flesh that emitted a foul odor.
"Holy crap! What the hell is this?"
Su Fan frowned, unable to bear the smell any longer. He immediately retreated.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
After coming out, Su Fan took deep breaths of the fresh air outside. Although the smell of the scrap yard wasn't pleasant, it was far better than the smell in that room.
Su Fan had a good idea why those people had chosen this location. Firstly, the scrap yard was large enough that any commotion would be less likely to be noticed. Secondly, the area was relatively remote with fewer people. Thirdly, it served to mask the smell, as the odor of the scrap yard could effectively cover the scent emanating from that room.
Su Fan looked at the other room, wondering what was inside.
Su Fan frowned as he approached the door, placed his right hand on the doorknob, and gently pushed it open.
There was no foul smell as he had expected, suggesting this room was used for something else.
Su Fan opened the door and saw row upon row of still, unmoving... people!
These people stood rigidly in the room. Su Fan couldn't sense any aura from them, as if they were dead.
Su Fan had a suspicion.
These might be the puppet people created by Belo, possibly the martial artists who had gone missing recently.
There were eight people in this room. Su Fan walked up to them and examined them closely. They were indeed all of Chinese descent.
Su Fan noticed that these people bore signs of modification.
Wounds with exposed flesh and blood had been sealed with metal plates and rivets, making them look neither human nor ghost.
As Su Fan was examining their condition, these people suddenly opened their eyes and all turned their heads to face Su Fan, staring at him with vacant pupils.
"Hehehehe!"