Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 272 City (Subscription Additional Update)

Chapter 272: Chapter 272 City (Subscription Additional Update)

The warehouse was a stronghold of the Mo’er Gang, and according to Scarface’s information, the bootlegged liquor from several robberies was hidden here.

The immense warehouse was divided into two parts; the front section had been converted into a living area by the six thugs, while the real liquor storage was at the back, separated by an iron gate.

Based on what that thug had just confessed, their boss was inside the liquor storage.

"But with all that gunfire earlier, the smart ones would have fled, the reckless ones would have come out... Nothing happened?"

Zhong Shenxiu approached the door of the liquor storage, his expression suddenly shifting as that faint sensation of danger emerged again.

Before his eyes, a sea of blood seemed to churn, and within it was a half-transparent shadow, wrapped in a hazy light, squirming constantly as if extending a pair of wings that could shroud the heavens on either side.

"Could it be... He can touch the supernatural? Is the leader of the Mo’er Gang also a member of the mysterious side?"

Zhong Shenxiu pondered to himself and drew his revolver.

Scarface and the others slowly opened the iron gate. From inside came a chilly breath, spreading outwards, carrying a cold sensation.

There was no cooling system in place here; the chill was simply due to the natural gloominess of the location.

In this cold, shadowy domain, there seemed to be something else mixed in—a presence that made one’s hair stand on end.

"You guys wait outside..."

Zhong Shenxiu ordered, instructing Scarface, who wanted to follow, to guard the entrance while he entered the liquor storage alone.

Tap, tap!

His leather shoes struck the floor with a resonant sound. Around him, wooden shelves were lined with bottles filled with all sorts of liquor: vodka, rum, whiskey, brandy, wine...

Such an array of alcohol stacked into small hills would be a sizeable fortune if placed outside, enough to stir envy in anyone.

But at this moment, they couldn’t evoke the slightest emotion in Zhong Shenxiu.

He ventured to the depths of the liquor storage, his intuition growing sharper.

The lurking darkness and shadows seemed to be nurturing some kind of terror.

Fragments started to coalesce; it was as if Zhong Shenxiu saw the figure of a Great Han guzzling down alcohol constantly.

He poured various inferior spirits down his throat, his face gradually becoming fierce and rigid. Behind him, his shadow seemed to transform into a monster, opening its arms and embracing him...

"Come out..."

Zhong Shenxiu looked towards the corner where the shadow of the Great Han had finally collapsed and uttered a deep voice.

With heavy footsteps, a staggering figure emerged from the darkness—this was a typical white Great Han, sleeves rolled up, showing off thick body hair on his arms, a stubbly beard on his face, appearing to be in his forties, reeking of the foul stench of alcohol, his face identical to the one in Zhong Shenxiu’s premonitory fragment.

But at this time, what attracted Zhong Shenxiu’s attention wasn’t anything else but the man’s vacant eyes and his body moving in an extremely uncoordinated fashion, as if being controlled by an invisible monster.

"Is this the source of my sense of danger? So the Mo’er Gang was just an ordinary gang, but some strange, mysterious things started happening to them... and they became not so ordinary."

Zhong Shenxiu seemed to hear a low voice coming from the Great Han, and it sounded almost like a strange laugh.

A snap.

The bottle in the man’s hand dropped to the ground, with glass shards scattering everywhere.

The strange laughter became deeper, the muffled voice echoing back and forth in the warehouse.

Cheap alcohol flowed out, its smell spreading.

The leader of the Mo’er Gang seemed to want to speak, but nothing came out. His expression twisted in agony; he opened his mouth wide, his throat violently convulsing as if trying to vomit something?

He clawed at his throat, his expression growing more distorted.

Zhong Shenxiu stepped back a few paces, watching as lumps began to emerge on the Great Han’s body, as if countless insects were stirring inside, as though the body had become some kind of nest.

If it were an ordinary person witnessing this provocative scene, they would probably experience a mental shock that would overturn their understanding of reality.

But Zhong Shenxiu, after all, was experienced and knowledgeable. He just watched quietly as the other party opened their mouth wide and suddenly vomited out a moth.

A moth with dazzling colors, its wings spread open like a pair of eyes, continually shedding powder!

Immediately after, tumors on the body of the other party exploded, and various kinds of moths flew out.

A large amount of powder spread, enveloping Zhong Shenxiu.

Zhong Shenxiu’s consciousness became delirious, feeling blood constantly rushing to his head, limbs becoming incredibly heavy, even losing the strength to pull the trigger.

Before his eyes, a colorful vista emerged.

Many colors combined, seemingly forming two gigantic eyes, without whites or pupils, yet there was an illusionary gaze staring down.

An ordinary person, even by merely coming into contact with this gaze, would collapse into madness.

Zhong Shenxiu clenched his teeth, as numerous illusions appeared before his eyes.

Light and shadow overlapped, making him feel as though he was seeing a city built of stones.

From within this city, vague yet clear prayers echoed, unceasingly.

Those chants, in a special language, Zhong Shenxiu could only vaguely recognize a few syllables:

"Moth Lord, Moth Lord..."

He seemed to see enormous moth shadows rising from the city while large clusters of Heavenly Fire fell.

This was a vision of destruction.

"This can’t continue."

Destruction, destruction everywhere...

In the instant the fierce fire was about to consume Zhong Shenxiu, he bore the discomfort, gritting his teeth.

It felt as if his temples were stabbed by a red-hot iron rod, causing intense pain.

But such pain wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, it stimulated him, and his nerves became somewhat clearer, the many fluttering moths before him scattering.

His consciousness finally returned to reality, seeing the monster dragging its mutilated body closer to him.

Bang!

Zhong Shenxiu didn’t hesitate to fire, and the creature’s head burst open on cue.

No blood spattered, only moths and larvae spilled out.

The monster paused for a moment, but then continued to approach as if nothing had happened.

Zhong Shenxiu retreated to the edge of a wine rack and suddenly threw several bottles, firing his gun.

Bang! Bang!

The bullets hit the bottles with precision, creating bursts of flames in mid-air.

Fire, fierce and high-temperature flames, seemed to be the nemesis of these moths.

The powder quickly caught fire, and one by one, the moths were consumed by the flames, turning to ash.

Witnessing this scene, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, recalling the last moment of the vision. The sky was filled with fires falling like raindrops, destroying the wicked city.

On the surfaces of buildings in that massive stone city, engravings of wedge-shaped strange characters probably marked its name.

It was—

"Emola!"