The venue is large and luxurious, with a bar, fountain and a revolving dance floor in the hall. In addition to the hall, there are many small rooms enclosed with transparent glass, divided into different colors, different styles and different decorations, and in general, the designers and users here are quite tasteful people.

Wang Jian sat on the sofa in one of the cubicles, drinking expensive soft drinks and eating elaborate pastries, watching the people outside the cubicles constantly entering, as if they had come to a friend's party, chatting happily and greeting warmly.

From time to time, blonde babes dressed in bunny girl costumes go back and forth to add wine and food to these elite guests.

Wang Jian looked at his watch and found that the time was already 11:50 in the morning, which means that in ten minutes, this luxurious party will officially begin.

However, at this time, the main lord had not yet come, but he could vaguely hear the guests outside talking about the so-called natural way and the way of cultivation.

Wang Jian's feeling when he heard these things was very similar to the feeling of a WCG champion when he heard several elementary school students discuss the mid-lane supergod, disdain, helplessness and deep sighs.

Most of these people are ordinary members, because they don't have exclusive amethyst bracelets on their wrists that only Premium and Diamond members are eligible to wear, and they don't have a dedicated service behind them. But even so, the so-called cultivation coming out of the mouths of these filthy people always made Wang Jian feel a little ironic.

If **, self-harm, drugs and torture and killing are also a kind of practice, then Wang Jian would rather abandon his martial arts and go home with three acres of thin fields.

"I want a beef curry." Wang Jian said to the service commissioner who knelt in front of him and waited for the order: "Don't put sugar. ”

Dressed in traditional Indian attire and looking like an Indian girl, the attendant had been kneeling on Wang Jian's left hand side ever since he was ushered into the compartment for the top members. And she wore a sign on her chest that read, in the languages of many countries, "Able to meet any request." Wang Jian had no doubt that if she was to strip naked, spread her feet and stuff a wine glass in, such an order would be carried out, because it could be seen from her eyes that this person had given up being a human being, and perhaps she was just a two-legged brute as the sign said.

Of course, Wang Jian didn't embarrass her, just let her get some food, and let her take a hundred stainless steel chopsticks, that's all.

When the slave girl went out to help Wang Jian order beef curry, Wang Jian came to the terrace where the cubicle extended to the outside of the house. The terrace is also made of glass, and from the 17th floor, you can see the surrounding movements. And when he walked up, he found that Wang Yanyan on the opposite side was waving at him, and then gestured to others that others couldn't understand.

Wang Jian nodded after reading it, looked around left and right, and found that there was a person sitting in many places where there was no sense of zài, and judging from the point that Wang Yanyan reported to her, the entire shopping mall was surrounded almost without dead ends, and it was really impossible for anyone to go out unless they jumped off the building.

Soon, not long after Wang Jian's curry beef came up, many senior members wearing amethysts slowly entered the venue, most of their entrances were very high-profile, and they didn't even look at those low-grade members who were chattering, some of them got into the single glass compartment like Wang Jian, and some stood in the hall in twos and threes to form a small circle with idlers who were exempted from entering the force field.

Most of these people are well-dressed and dignified, and there are many celebrities and philanthropists who often appear on TV and movies, standing there talking, or smiling like flowers or full of compassion and contemplation, but this qiē makes Wang Jian look particularly disgusting.

"Do you think they're particularly disgusting?" Wang Jian said softly to the girl: "If you look directly, you can't tell if they are humans or ghosts, right?" ”

The girl who knelt on the ground and refused to get up said anything looked up at Wang Jian, and then nodded obediently, her eyes as blank as ever.

"Why are you here? Can you speak? ”

The girl's eyes moved slightly, then she gave a very miserable wry smile, and then opened her mouth slightly. Wang Jian looked at it, his scalp was numb, the reason why this girl didn't speak was not because she didn't want to say it or because she wasn't allowed to speak, but because her tongue was completely removed from the base of her tongue, and her mouth was empty.

Wang Jian frowned slightly, rubbed one hand on his forehead gently, and chattered: "The cruelest thing about time is cannibalism, when a person begins to eat other people's ** and souls one by one, this person is no longer a human being, which is called a hungry ghost in the six reincarnations, which is lower than a beast." ”

The girl raised her head slightly and looked at Wang Jian, but Wang Jian was stunned: "What are you asking me?" ”

Wang Jian nodded his chin lightly and said with a smile: "It's a Shura, although you don't have to suffer, but you have a bit of hatred and a sense of persistence in fighting, so you are not a real good person after all." If there is really zài reincarnation, I think the chances of me falling into the evil path are quite high. But it's okay, at least I can do what I want. ”

The girl folded her hands and bowed to Wang Jian, and then stopped moving. At this time, the music outside sounded, and the senior VIPs and diamond-level VIPs in those compartments also came out one after another. Then a middle-aged Indian dressed very retro slowly walked in through the door, exuding a strong divine aura, and the celebrities present prostrated down one after another to perform the five-body bowing ceremony.

"People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts, but they can be revered by others, such people seem to be glamorous, but in fact, when they pull off that layer of skin, they also have a heavy stench of dirty blood on their bodies." Wang Jian gently put down the chopsticks in his hand, reached out and pinched the girl's chin, raised her face, and then tore off a strip of cloth from the sofa behind him, gently blindfolded the girl, and wrote a check and stuffed it into the girl's hand: "Remember, don't untie it until you are helped up." ”

The girl nodded like a rabbit, and then let Wang Jian drag her to the sofa and sit upright. And after Wang Jian went out, he said to her: "People can't kneel down for animals, you have to know that you are a person." ”

With that, he opened the door and walked out. And when he walked out, the master Jupiter was already preaching. Wang Jian understood as soon as he heard it, this guy ...... He is basically a cult leader, and in his teachings, he uses flesh and blood as the root of his own cultivation, and deprives others of their lives to serve as his own vitality, isn't this a cult, no different from that wheel, in the final analysis, it is a kind of spiritual placebo for deceiving the middle and second diseases and brainless petty bourgeoisie.

But it's no wonder that all the people present are petty bourgeoisie or oligarchs. However, it is too difficult to be a saint like Lao Tzu, Jesus, and Confucius, but it is not very difficult to satisfy one's inner thirst for bloodlust, sex, and corpses, after all, whether it is killing someone, hearing the howl of others in pain, or the pain felt when self-harming, this will give people an extreme pleasure from the senses, and once this pleasure from the dark side is satisfied, it is addictiveand once addicted...... Naturally, I became a believer in this **, and I couldn't break free.

And when Master Jupiter began a new round of speeches, Wang Jian suddenly walked from the back to the front, leaned against a pillar and said loudly: "It seems that you are a good mixer, Amitab. ”

The moment he heard the name, the master of "Jupiter" immediately opened his eyes and looked in amazement at the young man who called out the name he had abandoned for a long, long time.

He stopped his lecture and stared at Wang Jian for a while, and then his face gradually changed, from the beginning with a pious flush, slowly turning white, slowly turning blue. His eyes began to be full of anxiety and fear, and his hands and feet began to tremble slightly.

"Looks like you recognize me." Wang Jian played with a chopstick in his hand and slowly approached the Indian, while the master Jupiter retreated slightly.

"Stop him! Stop him for me! He's a villain who hinders your cultivation! ”

With the summoning of the master, his followers pounced on Wang Jian as if they were enchanted, and Wang Jian did not panic at all, but whoever rushed up, a stainless steel chopstick poked from this temple to that temple, with professional techniques and neat movements, without the slightest drag and water, and without the slightest mercy and hesitation.

Those zombie-like people gradually felt that something was wrong after being stabbed to death by Wang Jian more than 20 people, and some low-level members who were not yet brainwashed began to want to run, but when they ran to the door, they found that the only exit had already been blocked, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't pull it open.

And the place itself is decorated with isolation materials, once inside, there will be no signal in any communication facilities, so those who were awakened by this bloody scene had no choice but to shrink in the corner in despair and watch Wang Jian turn this club into hell on earth.

Soon, the smell of blood, the smell of brain, and the smell of feces and urine formed a crazy aura that makes people secrete adrenaline when they smell it in this relatively confined space. And Wang Jian smiled and poked the last believer who was frantically attacking him down, wiped the clothes of a corpse on the ground with his bloody hand, and then looked back slightly at the group of junior believers behind him who were not completely crazy, and this was the ...... Let the people inside faint to death, not only women, but even the stars of the so-called heavy metal bands who worship flesh and blood and worship death all year round.

However, Wang Jian was not interested in these garbage, he just gently threw away the remaining chopsticks in his hand, walked to a door and said, "Come out." ”

But when he pushed the door open, there was no one inside. And although there was no one here, he was still talking, not only talking, but also slowly searching as he spoke, and the sound of his leather shoes stepping on the ground in a pool of blood was particularly harsh in the empty hall.

"Everybody has to pay for what he did." Wang Jian opened the door of another room and found that there was still no one inside. He smiled slightly: "There is no point in dodging, there are no superpowers in this world, when you brainwashed them, didn't you think that you would have such a day?" Is this a kind of sadness? ”

Wang Jian turned around and walked towards another door, although the chaos caused by the Indian just now successfully made him out of Wang Jian's sight, but Wang Jian was sure that he was still here, in this bloody hell.

Every time he took a step, the sound of his feet colliding with the floor made the hearts of those present feel good, and the bloody aura he carried on his body made people dare not even look at it directly. The slow movement is like those omnipotent ghosts in horror movies, and the locked people have lost even the courage to escape.

"Buddhism divides the world into six parts, which part do you think you belong to?" Wang Jian pushed open one door after another, and his urging voice was like a death knell from hell that lasted in this clubhouse: "Or you regard yourself as a savior in front of them, as the supreme heaven." But actually, you're not. You probably know that better than I do, don't you? ”

When all the rooms were opened, but still no one was found, Wang Jian came to the high platform that belonged to that guy with his hands behind his back, faced the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and lit a cigarette with his hand stained with blood: "Man is really a poor and pathetic creature, fragile, numb, incompetent, nobody, emperor and general, in the end, he can't escape the urging of time, what should come will always come, it's just a matter of time." ”

Wang Jian flicked the cigarette ash and spit out a puff of cyan smoke: "I am full of pity for this world, and because of this pity, I am also full of anger. So I was not destined to be a saint, or even a good person. It's a contradiction and a real irony, or maybe I'm damn it. But I don't think it's right now, I don't mean to look noble, but I think what I'm doing now is at least a little bit more balanced in the world. ”

"Come out, you can't escape." Wang Jian slowly turned his head and aimed at a huge two-meter-high vase shipped from China, then walked over, stood next to it, and gently flicked the outer wall of the vase with his fingers, knocking out a series of crisp and pleasant sounds, like music. However, if you take the scene of the mountain of corpses here as the background, the sound is very sad.

"Come out." Wang Jian's tone slowed down: "You can't escape." ”

After saying this, Wang Jian's eyes narrowed, one hand clenched his fist, and hit the vase hard, but the vase didn't seem to move.

But then, Wang Jian took two steps back, took the last puff of his cigarette, and bent his fingers to flick the cigarette butt towards the vase. When the cigarette butt, which looked weak and weak, hit the vase, the vase began to make a burst of cracking sounds, and then as if it had been hit by a cannonball, it burst open with a clatter, and the fragments were all over the ground.

And in the base of this vase, a person is bent there in an eerie posture, and the whole body is like a piece of rubber, which can change the shape at will.

"Look, you can't escape." Wang Jian clasped his arms in his hands: "Any escape is superfluous. ”

The Indian slowly stretched his body, stood up from the ground, and faced Wang Jian directly, his eyes were like falcons, and his face was expressionless.

"Anything else to say?" Wang Jian leaned against the wall: "Let's hear it, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future." ”

"You killed so many people, do you think you ran away?"

Wang Jian shrugged: "If you can't run, what does it have to do with you?" Is that right? Originally, I wanted to find you, just to ask you about something, but helplessly, you had to die. ”

"We make a deal, you can ask anything you want to know, but don't kill me. I know who you are, but I don't have any grudges against you. ”

Wang Jian pouted: "Okay." ”

After speaking, the Indian man looked happy, and Wang Jian coughed and said, "I'll ask you and answer, keep your eyes open." You know, I have a hundred ways to tell if you're lying. ”

"Yes."

After about half an hour, Wang Jian's face was extremely ugly, and his expression became very strange, and the Indian naturally told everything he knew, and he didn't hide anything in order to survive.

After getting the information, Wang Jian turned around to leave, and the Indian also breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that Wang Jian didn't seem to be lying to him. But at this time, Wang Jian suddenly turned around, and the speed was unbelievably fast to insert the remaining forty or so chopsticks from his mouth, and directly through the back of his neck.

Looking at his incredulous eyes when he fell, Wang Jian smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, I lied." ”

After doing this, Wang Jian looked at the corpse in this place, sighed softly, walked to the door and pushed it gently, the door opened, and Wang Yanyan, who was at the door, immediately put a box at Wang Jian's feet: "Door master, change clothes!" The police will arrive soon. ”

Wang Jian nodded, glanced back at the survivors inside the door, smiled at them, and then waved goodbye: "Tell Avril that I like to listen to her songs." ”

And half an hour after Wang Jian left, a wave of police poured in, and then a few of them came and vomited...... The scene in this room is simply a massacre, and it is definitely not an exaggeration to describe it as horrific, and there are still documents scattered on the body of each corpse, some thick and some thin.

The only person present who was not mentally stimulated was the blindfolded mute girl, who was still blindfolded when she was rescued by the police, and who smiled when she took off her blindfold and looked at the corpses in the place...... Smiled with tears in his eyes. (To be continued.) )