Chapter 363 SS-Level Contract Shackles

"Bang!!!"

"Squish!"

"Rumble!"

But what shocked everyone was that their initiative only bought them a faster death. No matter the angle of the attack, the opponent didn't care at all, as if he had eyes on his back!

"Damn! He's too fast!"

"Don't crowd! Three more are dead!"

"Right! Someone's on the right!"

"Damn it! Is this guy a Superman or what?!"

Seeing that the mob attack was ineffective, everyone completely gave up struggling and scrambled to run toward the door!

"Squish!"

"Squish!"

"Squish!"

"He's catching up! He's catching up!"

"Run! Hurry and run!"

"Let me out! Let me out! I don't want to die here!"

"I never touched them! It's my first time here today! I just came to watch the fun!"

"Squish!"

"Squish!"

The smell of blood grew stronger, and corpses lay scattered on the ground in various poses.

The horrific scene chilled the survivors to the bone.

Even those who had originally been tied up in the low-lying area began to feel fear, many starting to tremble all over...

"Thump."

The greasy middle-aged man plopped onto the ground, a pungent, fishy odor wafting from his crotch.

His pupils dilated in shock as he witnessed the murderer up ahead, who was staring right at him from a distance.

He...

He...

Why is he looking at me...

Ma Hong also kept retreating until he hit the wall: "You are an SSS-Rank Awakened... Why would a guy of this level appear in my place..."

Seeing the opponent getting closer and closer, the ghost head blade in his hand swirled with purple energy.

He spoke urgently: "Don't... don't kill me!"

His voice suddenly rose an octave: "I can let you control them directly! You can make them do whatever you want! Everyone in this entire place, you can use them however you like!"

As he spoke, he took out a stack of A4 paper, with the word "Contract" printed on them.

He offered them with both hands.

He spoke at a breakneck speed: "My Talent is called [Contract Shackles], SS-Rank! I only need the target to sign the contract, and the contract content will automatically take effect, forming an energy constraint—if the target doesn't execute the contract terms, they will be backlashed by the contract's energy."

Yes, all of this stemmed from before the apocalypse, when he specialized in finding disabled people for begging and acrobatic activities, using dual-layered contracts to take 90% of the profits.

Sometimes, when disabled people were hard to find, he would create them.

After the apocalypse, the contracts in his hands became a medium for his Awakening.

"As long as the contract is in your hands, you can decide everything. Even if you ask them to perform erotic shows, they have to do it, otherwise the backlash takes effect, and no one can withstand it."

Ma Hong explained quickly, hoping to trade for a chance at survival.

In the low-lying area, all the tied-up victims felt nothing but disgust upon hearing this.

Most of them were lower-class people from after the apocalypse.

They just wanted to earn a meal, so they chose to believe in Ma Hong and the Red Cloud Circus.

Liu Xiaoqian, Miao Yin, Zhang Yufeng, and Liu Ming were the same; they were all from the performance department and thought they were a good fit for the performance troupe, which is why they chose to join the camp.

But they hadn't expected... that the contracts after the apocalypse would actually take effect in another form.

Except for Liu Ming, all three were controlled by the contracts, and Liu Ming was also indirectly controlled.

Now, Ma Hong wanted to transfer the contracts to another terrifying man, which was not a good thing.

Everyone watched the scene before them nervously—

Ma Hong swallowed hard: "Although it's only effective on B-Rank Awakened and below, it's enough to do many things. You can become an emperor! You can..."

"Rip!!!"

"Slash!!!"

Before he could finish speaking! That stack of A4 paper was instantly slashed in two, paper scraps flying everywhere!

"?"

Ma Hong's face was shocked; he never expected that these precious contracts would be slashed to pieces with a single blade strike!

"Squish!"

In the next second, Ma Hong's chest was pierced through by a ghost head blade!

Then the blade was withdrawn!

From then on, the only living people left were the tied-up victims!

And that greasy fat man!

He was already too scared to speak, only trembling uncontrollably!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Unlike the others who were dealt with using the blade, the greasy fat man had both his knees instantly shattered by a kick!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

He flopped onto the ground, wailing in pain: "Ahhh, don't kill me, don't kill me, I beg you!"

Chen Yu didn't continue to pay attention to him but walked slowly toward Liu Ming and raised the ghost head blade!

Liu Ming closed his eyes in fear; death is death, anyway, he was just barely clinging to life!

"Rip!"

But with one strike, the rope in front of him was cut directly!

When he opened his eyes, he felt it was unbelievable: "You... you're not going to kill me?"

But the mute murderer didn't reply to him!

He had already started walking toward the door, stopping intermittently along the way to do something to the corpses!

Liu Ming didn't dare to delay; he hurriedly pulled a dagger from his personal backpack and untied the survivors one by one!

Once everyone was rescued, they all looked at the figure in the distance, gradually drifting away!

"...He just left like that?"

"Who exactly is he?"

"Why save us..."

No one replied to them.

Liu Xiaoqian knelt down with a thud, her throat completely hoarse: "Thank you..."

Following that, Miao Yin also knelt down.

Zhang Yufeng, Liu Ming, and the other rescued people didn't hesitate at all and knelt down: "Thank you..."

Everyone knew clearly that if it weren't for that masked man, they would likely still be enduring endless torture.

Or, before they could withstand the inhuman torture, they would have already chosen to commit suicide, like many others.

"...I will remember this debt of gratitude for the rest of my life."

Many people opened the chat box function, took photos for memory, and even secretly vowed that in the future, they must find this masked man to thank him in person, definitely... definitely.

"Ahhh... it hurts so much..."

Suddenly, a hissing cry drew everyone's attention.

It was the greasy fat man.

It was the fat man who had called Liu Xiaoqian an ugly freak, the fat man who had prepared to use scissors to draw on her face.

Everyone didn't know why he was still alive.

But everyone was holding their breath.

Their breathing started to quicken as they looked at the shelves nearby, filled to the brim with torture devices.

The greasy fat man also sensed that something was wrong.

He shut his mouth, stammering: "Just now... just now it was all a misunderstanding... listen to me explain..."

But everyone had already gone to the shelves; some picked up scissors, some picked up daggers, some picked up pliers.

The greasy fat man's pupils dilated, and even the pain in his knees didn't feel as intense anymore.

"No..."

"No..."

"You can't..."

"You can't do this, I... I... Ahhhhhh!"