CHAPTER 64: CHAPTER 64: THE BEGINNING OF TURMOIL (HAPPY NEW YEAR)

Old Gu, the factory worker, walked through the alley with a steaming roast chicken in his left hand and a bottle of wine in his right.

He had just gotten off work, exhausted from the day, and was preparing to enjoy a small drink at home.

"Wait, what’s that?"

With a casual glance just now, he saw a vague shadow quickly dart by in a corner not illuminated by the streetlights.

"Could it be..."

The terror of the Celestial Demon was deeply ingrained in people’s hearts, and he remembered some unsettling things.

Suppressing the fear within him, he timidly looked back once more.

"Squeak, squeak."

A small, dark brown creature poked its head out from the drain by the roadside curb, sniffing around.

Old Gu let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with the roast chicken.

"It was just a rat, scared me half to death."

He laughed to himself internally.

"Wow, really getting old and foolish, frightened by a rat like this."

So, he turned his head and picked up the wine bottle that had fallen to the ground in fright just now.

And just when he stood up!

His back was firmly held down by a large hand, no matter how he struggled or exerted strength, the hand pressed down like a thousand-pound weight, keeping him from standing up.

Old Gu thought it was a coworker pulling a prank on him, and he cursed under his breath.

"F*** you, just let me..."

While cursing, Old Gu stubbornly raised his head.

And he saw it.

He was met with a pair of scarlet eyes gazing down at him, with bits of bloody flesh clinging to the corners of its split mouth, and in its hand, it held half of a lower leg.

The root of the leg was covered in gruesome, torn flesh, bleeding continuously.

The five pale blue toes lightly tapped Old Gu’s cheek.

"Aaahhhrr!"

Pale yellow urine flowed down his pant leg; Old Gu was so frightened he wet himself, his body convulsed violently and he fainted on the spot.

Seeing this, the owner of the scarlet eyes tossed away the leg in its hand, clenched a fist, and smashed heavily toward Old Gu’s head.

"Bang!"

Like smashing open a watermelon with an iron hammer, the watermelon juice splattered everywhere.

A strand of dark red, inexplicable energy emitted from Old Gu, who had lost his head, quickly absorbed it and then vanished into thin air.

"Hehe, that was a good trick, the fear value has basically reached its limit."

Moments later, an elderly figure emerged from the shadows.

This person was the owner of the Ape God Martial Arts Dojo—Heaven-Supporting Arm·Yuan Huan!

He stood beside the headless corpse, his Heart Spirit stirred slightly, feeling the seeds of fear transmitting a sensation.

A burst of hot energy emerged from the seeds within his body, gradually dissipating throughout his meridians and dantian, digesting it completely.

Upon receiving feedback, Yuan Huan’s complexion instantly gained a hint of redness.

"Just like this, kill another hundred or so and it’ll be enough, then I can live as a Martial Arts Master for another hundred years."

"But recently, the actions have been a bit too frequent, better to rest for a while and digest it. If I really provoke that Mountain-Shaking Ape, I’m no match for it."

Long Jiu and he, both skilled practitioners in the ape style within Yong’an City.

However, there’s a level difference between the two.

Even though they’re both ape-style, Yuan Huan has a natural fear towards Dragon Jiu at the Master Level in martial arts.

Seeing the roast chicken wrapped in a plastic bag still steaming, Yuan Huan bent over to pick it up.

"Liu Family roast chicken? Haven’t had this in over ten years, let’s try it."

"With your life, fulfill my path, you did not die in vain."

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Police department housing complex.

Early in the morning, Xue Na stood by the stove, cooking medicinal soup for Meng Chuan and casually browsing short videos.

[The police issued a notice: Recently, there have been numerous vicious murder incidents throughout Bailiu District; the suspect’s identity is still unknown, and the police are making every effort to solve the case. In the meantime, we ask all residents to stay safe and increase self-awareness of protection.]

"Ah, just after the New Year, how is there trouble again."

Xue Na saw that something happened again in Yong’an City and sighed heavily.

Previously, she always wanted to switch to a riverside house, facing the river, enjoying spring flowers every day.

Now she doesn’t think that way anymore; no matter how old or shabby the police department housing is, it’s still safe!

Meng Chuan just finished practicing his punches downstairs, seeing his aunt’s worried expression, he couldn’t help but ask:

"What’s wrong, Aunt?"

"Something happened again in Bailiu District; it was an old factory worker just off work, heard he died terribly, even lost his head."

Xue Na saw in the comments section that someone said the scene was so brutal, the victim was scattered in pieces.

"Oh, was it the Celestial Demon?"

Meng Chuan thought it unlikely; the celestial net had just been upgraded, and if the Celestial Demon acted in the city, the police should catch it quickly.

Why could it commit so many crimes in succession and still walk free?

"I don’t know, wait till your uncle comes back and ask him."

Meng Yongzhi works in the police department, any news, he would promptly inform the family to take precautions.

When Xue Na mentioned Uncle, Meng Chuan remembered someone, Brother Fang should have more insider news.

After two rings, the phone got connected.

"Haha Xiaomeng, how come you have time to call me today?"

"Hello Brother Fang, I was just calling to remind you, haven’t seen you practice martial arts at the dojo for a while."

"Oh busy, so many experiments to do every day. By the way, Xiaomeng, did you see that news in Bailiu?"

"I saw Brother Fang, I was just about to ask you."

"It’s definitely caused by someone, so many cases, the celestial net didn’t capture any force fields even once."

"Okay then Brother Fang, you be careful during your commutes."

"Yeah, yeah, the department specially provided me with a driver and bodyguard for this, so I’m certainly fine. You also take care."

After hearing the call hang up, Xue Na ladled out the medicinal soup from the pot, letting it cool down to make a paste, and took a bowl over to Meng Chuan while it was still hot.

"Chuan’er, why not practice at home for now."

"Alright."

Recently, Master Luo has been incredibly busy, no sight of him.

Everything was fine at the dojo as well; there were three instructors there, not needing his worry.

Better to practice at home, school is opening soon, strive to break the Limit Breaking of Cannon Fist before school starts!

Meng Chuan phoned Luo Guanyun to inform him of the situation, and after listening, Luo Guanyun kept emphasizing.

"Even if the killer is human, do not show bravery, be sure to stay safe, try to avoid going out in the coming days, wait for me to come back."

On the rooftop, Meng Chuan continued practicing his punches.

Although there was no snow this year in Yong’an City, the weather was getting colder, and even the breath from his mouth would turn into white mist, scattering out.

[Cannon Fist: Perfection (94%) → (95%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

Just got the school’s notice of delayed opening, stating that the time will be set after the police capture the killer in Bailiu District.

External Demonic Nest lingering, internal Human Demon causing chaos.

Recently, Yong’an City has been quite restless; many wealthy people are considering whether to move to another city to avoid the chaos.

Meng Chuan took advantage of the brief rest between practicing punches to pull out his phone and surf online for a while.

Even on the internet, many users with Yong’an IP were spreading rumors and exaggerating facts.

Saying there was a serial killer in the city, killed hundreds of people in one night.

The same words circulated back and forth, after watching for a while, Meng Chuan found it dull.

Once his body recovered well, Meng Chuan immediately shut off his phone, tossed it aside, and resumed practicing his punches.

Ideally to help the world, if poor, safeguard oneself.

Translated to the martial arts path, it’s the same principle; he’s not yet strong enough to "help the world."

The only thing he can do is continue to gather strength, gradually grow stronger.

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