Let's start by analyzing the sun

Zhang Da-shan's house.

Above the roof.

A strange, dim light condensed out of thin air, and a figure silently appeared within it.

Cheng Han appeared.

This was precisely – Netherlight Leap.

Netherlight is the light of extreme darkness, and in the extraordinary realm, "darkness" is not just a visual effect, but also carries the meaning of "obscurity". Therefore, the extraordinary fluctuations generated by Netherlight Leap are significantly smaller than those of Radiance Leap.

According to deductions, with Cheng Han's current strength, as long as the distance exceeds one hundred and fifty meters, even a Mystic Warrior would find it difficult to detect.

Of course.

Everything has its advantages and disadvantages.

In the same environment, that is, when the intensity of external light and Netherlight are equal, the leap limit of Netherlight Leap is fully half less than that of Radiance Leap.

Cheng Han stood quietly on the roof, listening to the conversation.

"To… tomorrow, pack up a bit, and the day after tomorrow, we… our whole family will quietly leave… leave Qinglin City, okay?"

"Why? Doesn't our family have money now?"

"Do… do you think that after I paid the money, this matter is over? Xu… Xu Datou will definitely continue to extort us, squeezing out the last… last copper coin from our family."

"Why are those people so bad?"

"Alas! They… they are just jackals that eat people without spitting out bones. I heard there's a powerful back… background behind them. What can ord… ordinary people do to them?"

Cheng Han, hidden in the Netherlight, raised an eyebrow.

The Dark Fist Gang's behavior was not surprising.

It was also expected that these scum had a background.

Cheng Han murmured in a very low voice: "In that case, I need to find a 'knife'… Hmm, I can also do a small experiment by the way."

With a thought.

The Netherlight silently dissipated.

His figure disappeared again.

*

In an instant.

More than six hundred meters away.

Outside a restaurant, a patch of ink-like darkness suddenly appeared at the entrance.

It was not late at night, and the power of Netherlight had not yet reached its peak, so the distance of the flash had not reached its limit.

Two customers happened to push the door open and walked forward unhurriedly.

This ball of darkness was right next to them, close enough to touch with a hand, but they turned a blind eye to it and walked past the darkness without noticing anything.

This scene looked quite strange.

The nature of Netherlight is equivalent to darkness within darkness. Normal people's senses cannot perceive it at all, and even spiritual awareness is difficult to penetrate its concealment.

This characteristic is called – Concealment.

Cheng Han stood at the door, scanning the crowd in the restaurant, and performed a calculation.

Unfortunately.

There was no suitable knife.

Cheng Han shook his head: "Searching like this is too inefficient."

He looked into the distance, his gaze sweeping over the brightly lit places, using the "Imprint" technique to brand them in his mind, and muttered: "Guide me to where I can find a 'knife'."

His mental value dropped by 1 point instantly.

A wave of information flowed out.

This time the result was satisfactory. In a high-end venue, there was a perfect knife.

Cheng Han moved his mind again.

The Netherlight turned into blue smoke and dissipated. No one in the restaurant noticed that someone had been standing outside peeking.

The walker of the dark night left.

*

Next to a luxurious hotel.

Cheng Han transformed into darkness and suddenly appeared.

He leisurely stretched out a palm, tightly贴着 a large-sized glass, and hovered in the air more than ten meters above the ground.

This was precisely the technique of the first form of the Nine Yuan Strengthening Body Art, "Hidden Horse Stance".

In the guest room on the other side of the glass, the curtains were pulled open a little, revealing a middle-aged man and a beautiful woman.

Cheng Han was separated from them by a layer of glass, almost within reach, but they still failed to notice the patch of darkness outside the window.

The woman was in her early twenties, with quite outstanding looks. She propped her arms against the glass, her body arched, revealing her exquisite and curvaceous figure.

Such a beauty was worthy of the title – a stunner.

The middle-aged man, with a big belly and a greasy face, revealed a trace of fascination, one hand pulling her long hair, and occasionally raising his fat palm to slap her hard a few times.

The beautiful stunner had a look of pain on her face, and her eyes revealed deep disgust, but she did not dare to resist at all, and could only silently endure.

This scene had a hint of abuse.

Cheng Han made a quick calculation, with a strange expression: "One is a businessman's mistress, and the other is a traffic department official. They actually got together. Your circle is really messed up!"

What was even more interesting was that the beautiful stunner was not an easy target, and secretly used a hallucinogenic potion on the official.

And the middle-aged official was confused by the potion, thinking he was conquering, but he was just wandering outside the door, and never actually got her.

To ensure this was a qualified knife, Cheng Han glanced at the big-bellied official and conducted a more detailed deduction.

"Tsk tsk! He's proficient in eating, taking, demanding, and embezzling large sums of money from municipal projects, and he's also good at playing the family cronyism game. It would be an understatement not to use you as a knife."

Cheng Han made up his mind: "Xiang Zhengqi, it's you!"

Xiang Zhengqi was the name of this official.

Cheng Han moved his body, passing through the glass like a ghost, and suddenly appeared behind Xiang Zhengqi, poking Xiang Zhengqi's back of the head with one finger.

Light smoke surged up.

And then dissipated.

The beautiful stunner sensed something was wrong and instinctively turned her head to take a look, and was immediately stunned.

Where's the person?

*

Three minutes later.

North Pagoda Warehouse.

The warehouse was located in the northern suburbs of the city. More than 90% of the goods transported from the north were first unloaded here, and then transported to the city in batches.

The warehouse was a typical labor-intensive place, with no less than five hundred laborers working hard physical labor here all year round.

Zhang Da-shan was one of them.

Many people knew that the North Pagoda Warehouse nominally belonged to the official, but an underground force called 'Zhennan Fist Gang' controlled most of the unloading work, thereby exploiting the workers' hard-earned money.

At this time.

Inside a large warehouse inside the warehouse.

Dozens of Fist Gang members gathered together, toasting and drinking, making a lot of noise.

A buzz-cut strong man, with a hideous centipede-like scar on his right face, grinned and laughed: "Brothers, I'll get someone to find a group of prostitutes right away…"

Before he finished speaking.

The strong man's pupils suddenly shrank.

He saw that above a large wooden box not far away, a bald, middle-aged fat man bizarrely emerged, crying with snot and tears: "… I'm willing to give you anything!"

Listening to the meaning of the words, it seemed that the fat man was talking to someone else, but there was no one around.

This kind of scene was so weird that it made one's hair stand on end.

A drunken Fist Gang member stood up crookedly and roared: "Dead fatty, you…"

At this time.

An anomaly occurred.

The middle-aged fat man suddenly turned into an afterimage, flashed next to the drunkard, bit off the other party's nose in one bite, and inserted both palms into the other party's neck like lightning.

Fresh blood gushed out.

The warehouse was immediately in chaos.

The fat man was vomiting and crying: "I don't want to kill people!"

No one noticed that a patch of dark shadow was贴着 behind the fat man.

The next moment.

The fat man flashed in the air again, kicking a head with each foot.

"Bang! Bang!"

The heads exploded.

A fountain of blood shot out from the headless corpse, like a fountain.

A large amount of blood splattered on the fat man, dyeing him into a blood man, a naked blood man.

The fat man cried even harder: "I don't want to kill people!"

Many people's hearts were filled with cold air.

He shouted that he didn't want to kill people, but he killed more ruthlessly than anyone else. Where did this perverted murderer come from?

The buzz-cut strong man quietly took a few steps back, but shouted: "Brothers, we have a lot of people, let's kill this fat man together and avenge Lao San and the others!"

A few stupid fools actually rushed up with weapons.

More people understood that the fat man was very terrible, and fled in panic.

One minute later.

Corpses lay everywhere in the warehouse, the air exuded a strong bloody smell, and there was no complete corpse to be found. It was a blood and flesh slaughterhouse.

The middle-aged fat man wailed: "I really don't want to kill people!"

After a while.

The fat man's figure disappeared.

Only the lingering sound of crying lingered.

"… I don't want to kill people!"

*

Thirty seconds later.

In a dense forest outside the city.

A patch of darkness emerged.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged fat man was thrown on the ground.

A cold voice sounded: "I always wanted to know what was in the Gate to Another World. Please go and explore the situation."

The fat man seemed to realize something was wrong, and begged crying: "Please don't kill me!"

From beginning to end, this guy had never discovered the existence of the shadow, and didn't know why he had killed so many people.

Cheng Han stared at the fat man, and activated the Netherlight part of the True Flame Remnant Seal with his mind, or the "Netherlight Remnant Seal", and his mental power poured into it rapidly.

A little while.

Something truly terrifying quietly descended.

A strange shadow appeared under the fat man's feet.

This was actually – a Wraith!

The most amazing thing was that this was not a naturally born Wraith.

But – artificial means!

Even a Mystic Warrior would probably find it difficult to do this.

But Cheng Han could.

He had personally experienced the Wraith incident, witnessed the Gate to Another World, and used the All-Knowing Eye to analyze a large amount of knowledge, and after many deductions, he had researched such profound means.

The method was not difficult.

The nature of Netherlight was similar to the darkness of Eternal Night.

Just carry out a complex energy conversion, resonate it with the Origin of Eternal Darkness, and you can successfully summon a Wraith.

Not long.

The Wraith suddenly expanded and swallowed the fat man.

Cheng Han watched coldly, and grinned: "The knife killed the person, what does it have to do with me! This knife has now fallen into another world, I hope the official can find it."

If the official wants to solve the case, they have to find the fat man.

And if they want to find the fat man, they need to enter the Origin of Eternal Darkness first.

This… seems too difficult for the official.

*

The next day.

Seven thirty in the morning.

This was the time for the patrolmen to go to work.

Cheng Han arrived at the Sixth Outpost on time.

"Woof! Woof!"

The guard spirit dog enthusiastically sent greetings.

Cheng Han showed a sunny smile: "Good morning!"

He entered the outpost, and politely greeted everyone, even the cafeteria aunt was not missed. The latter returned the favor and stuffed him with two more eggs.

Everyone felt that this was indeed a polite and thoughtful young man, who, despite possessing great abilities beyond ordinary people, was not arrogant at all.

It was really rare!