Hearing Li Shan speak, Feng Yixuan couldn’t help but interject, "Yeah, it seems like our vice-captain has a lot of secrets."

This "ordinary citizen" not only called Lv Bai "Celestial Venerable Lü" but also decisively snapped his own neck, clearly possessing some sort of supernatural power. It was hard not to be intrigued.

But Lv Bai didn’t say much.

On one hand, he was too lazy to explain such things to them.

On the other, he truly wasn’t sure who this guy he encountered actually was.

Though from the person’s words, he realized the individual was a stowaway from the last Death Arena.

But here’s the problem: The vast Cultivation Realm, Lv Bai couldn’t possibly know everyone.

He was mostly in a state where he didn’t recognize others, but others recognized him.

The only clue left was that the stowaway held a grudge against him, yet this range was still quite large, without even a reliable direction to guess.

The bald middle-aged man withdrew his curious gaze from Lv Bai and pointed at the corpse in the corridor, commanding, "I want all information on this person within ten minutes."

Several technical operatives gathered by the corpse, busying themselves, while the forensic team would soon provide an on-site forensic report.

The preliminary autopsy results showed that this currently unclear method of possession did not enhance the physical body of the possessed; the deceased remained in the condition of an ordinary person, though temporary enhancement couldn’t be ruled out.

The information collected was swiftly reported back. The male possessed was named Zhang Wei, living on the twenty-third floor of this Habitable Tower, which was the floor below where Lv Bai and his team were currently located.

"According to surveillance camera records in the corridor, Zhang Wei opened the door at 11:21 and chose not to take the elevator, but instead used the fire stairway to reach..."

The young security officer was midway through the report when Lv Bai interrupted.

"Before this, did anyone else enter Zhang Wei’s apartment?"

"Uh..." The security officer didn’t react in time.

The bald man decisively slapped the back of his subordinate’s head, admonishing, "Uh, what uh? Answer whatever Captain Lv asks you."

The security operative quickly said, "Yes, yes, oh, today’s surveillance shows Zhang Wei had been at home and hadn’t gone out. We’re retrieving surveillance records from the previous days immediately."

Li Shan didn’t just stand idly by. After all, he was nominally the officer in charge of this case.

He turned to the bald man and said, "Lock down the entire Habitable Tower immediately, allow no one in or out."

From his experience in handling Death Fighter-related cases, this type of possession ability generally needed close contact to activate. In his view, the perpetrator was still hiding in this Habitable Tower.

Lv Bai wasn’t as optimistic as Li Shan; he knew this was not the work of a Death Fighter.

When it came to the means of a cultivator, often it wasn’t this troublesome.

Moreover, this stowaway dared to test him, clearly unafraid of being discovered.

Li Shan naturally took over command of the crime scene.

"Send people to conduct a house-to-house investigation."

...

Outside the police line set up below the Habitable Tower, quite a few onlookers had gathered.

The desire to watch the spectacle, a latent human instinct, was unavoidable in any world.

The number of people standing outside the police line continued to grow, gradually causing a small-scale congestion.

Though there were security personnel guiding the crowd, as long as they didn’t become forceful, one couldn’t expect much in terms of effect.

"Hey brother, I heard someone died upstairs in that building?"

A middle-aged man with graying hair felt someone patting his shoulder and subconsciously glanced back.

The person speaking was a robust middle-aged woman, clearly accustomed to heavy labor.

Despite it being the opposite gender, the middle-aged man still replied, "Yeah, I heard they died in a gruesome way, completely drained."

"Really? That’s quite scary."

The middle-aged woman showed a hint of panic, and her hand on the man’s shoulder involuntarily tightened a little: "Brother, I’m a bit scared. Could you walk me home first? It’s not far, I live in that Habitable Tower."

The middle-aged man frowned and gave the woman a once-over before reluctantly agreeing.

...

Creak~

The door creaked piercingly, like a key grinding against glass, due to its age as it was pushed open.

"Come in for a drink, brother. I live alone."

After the man entered, the woman naturally closed the door behind him.

"Sister, how about we chat a bit first, to get to know each other."

The man walked over to the sofa, sat down, and patted the spot beside him, signaling the woman to sit there.

Unexpectedly, the woman not only didn’t refuse, but even straddled him proactively.

"Ha...ha, in such a hurry?"

The man was about to reach out and explore when a chilling coldness suddenly swept through his whole body.

He tried to shout, but no matter how hard he tried, only vague whimpering sounds came from his throat.

If someone had been standing beside them at that moment, they would see the man’s body shriveling at a noticeable speed.

In less than two minutes, the woman got up and casually tossed the now shrunken man onto the sofa.

"This Land of No Spirits is indeed troublesome, refining this little blood essence isn’t enough. I must push the Blood-Devouring Saint Technique to Great Success before my realm regresses."

The woman seemed dissatisfied with the current progress, but fortunately, the population density in Habitable City was high enough, so she wasn’t worried about finding prey: "Celestial Venerable Lü, just you wait for me."

...

The room was pitch-black, with the only source of light being a white candle placed in the center.

The room was windless, yet the candle flame flickered wildly.

In the flickering candlelight, shadows could be vaguely seen in the darkness.

They all wore masks, heads bowed in reverence, chanting obscure prayers in an unvarying tone.

The collective chorus of the chants wasn’t noisy.

Even without understanding the content of the chants, one could instinctively grasp the purpose of the prayer—summoning.

As the prayer continued, the flickering of the flame became increasingly distorted, fiercely pulsating as if it might extinguish at any moment.

When the flame flickering reached its peak.

Whoosh~

Their prayers ceased.

The flame returned to a calm and steady state.

"Hehehe..."

One of them casually removed his mask and looked around: "Thank you for your hard work."

As soon as he spoke, the masked crowd around him fell to their knees: "My lord, this is what your loyal servants should do."

The man, wearing a rakish purple suit and a robber’s mask, crawled forward a bit before continuing: "The thirty-second vice president of Can Society, welcomes the Lord’s arrival."