The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 126

Qing Li pushed open the door of the slaughterhouse. The bright sunlight was dazzling and brought a bit of warmth, dispelling the gloom and cold.

From not far away came a hair-raising scream. Qing Li turned to look, and it was an old building fenced off with barbed wire.

Building after building, each window was tightly sealed, and the occasional screams added a sense of horror and eeriness.

Just one look gave a feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath, causing unease.

Like the slaughterhouse, the steps at the entrance and exit of the old building were covered with a thick layer of coagulated blood.

A man wearing a goat’s head mask came out of one of the abandoned buildings, pushing a cart filled with human limbs, flesh, and organs. The bright red blood dripped down, staining the steps.

The goat’s head stepped in the blood with rubber shoes, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints.

Suddenly, the goat’s head turned around, its eye sockets hollow and bloody, staring straight at Qing Li’s direction…

Qing Li hid herself in a dark place to avoid being discovered.

When the goat’s head turned away, she came out.

“I need to go to that building,” Qing Li said expressionlessly, her gaze following the slowly moving cart.

“Why?” Zhan Qinghe, carrying a little boy on his back, was somewhat dissatisfied with Qing Li’s decision.

He had just escaped from the slaughterhouse, and the building opposite looked even more dangerous and evil.

Going there would be like walking into a trap!

Qing Li just frowned: “You guys find a place to hide first, I’ll be back soon.”

She was very concerned about the chunks of flesh and limbs on the cart.

So many arms, hands, and internal organs, yet they all had the same aura.

As if…

They were all taken from the same person.

The little boy lying on Zhan Qinghe’s back buzzed, “I want to go too.”

He wanted to record everything he saw in his soul, engrave it in his flesh. He wanted to expose the truth of paradise to everyone, to awaken those lost in the illusion.

Seeing that the little boy also wanted to go, Zhan Qinghe clicked his tongue: “Fine, let’s go. If there’s danger, I’ll throw you out first and then run for my life.”

Qing Li nodded in agreement: “You’re right, let’s go together. If we encounter danger, I’ll just throw you two behind and run for it.”

Zhan Qinghe: ???

Little Boy: ???

Why did both of them feel that this woman in front of them could really do such a heartless and insane thing!

Zhan Qinghe, tall and imposing, resembled a man wearing a wild boar mask. He found a protective suit among a row of hanging corpses and put it on, then removed the boar mask from a man lying unconscious on the ground.

Seeing the man’s face, Zhan Qinghe was shocked.

It was a twisted and fierce face, clearly human features, but they were contorted into a mess.

“Serves him right, having committed so many sins, his features are as ugly as his soul.”

Zhan Qinghe snorted coldly and put on the bloody wild boar mask himself.

Hearing Zhan Qinghe’s words, Qing Li’s eyes flickered.

Buddhism preaches that appearance comes from the heart.

And in their Mystic Sect, there’s a belief that the soul can change one’s appearance.

The butcher’s soul had been sold to demons, becoming twisted and ugly, and so his face was as hideously ugly as his soul.

Could Zhan Qinghe be a member of the Mystic Sect?

Qing Li composed herself, preparing to find an opportunity to test this.

After Zhan Qinghe was done, he pushed out a small cart from the dark, covered with rotting flesh and not yet dry blood.

“Defectives, get on quickly.”

The voice inside the wild boar mask was muffled and hoarse.

Qing Li, about to sit with the little boy, heard Zhan Qinghe suddenly say, “Wait a moment.”

He took out a dirty rag from his big cotton coat pocket, haphazardly wiped the blood and flesh off the cart, and then took out another piece of rag to cover it.

“Sit down now!”

He said, offering meticulous service.

Qing Li raised an eyebrow: “How did you know I’m a clean freak?”

Zhan Qinghe, wearing the mask, couldn’t show his expression, but his body stiffened imperceptibly for a moment.

He laughed in a muffled voice: “Because I’m yours now, and I must provide thorough and enthusiastic service to my master.”

“Oh, is that so——”

Qing Li looked at him meaningfully, then withdrew her gaze and sat down with the little boy.

If she had only a little doubt before, now she was almost certain.

Zhan Qinghe pushed the cart away from the slaughterhouse, leaving two wheel tracks in the muddy snow.

The splattered mud was tinged with dark red and a faint smell of blood.

Qing Li, holding the little boy, curled up into a small ball, pretending to have fainted.

Although this breeding farm seemed calm and peaceful, several strong ghostly auras were hidden in the dark.

There are great dangers here, and not just one.

Qing Li did not want to startle the snake by hitting the grass too soon.

Zhan Qinghe passed through the wire gate unobstructed, only to encounter a man with a goat head covering who inexplicably said, “It’s a pity to send such good ingredients for processing.”

Zhan Qinghe nodded and hummed in agreement.

The heavy door of the abandoned building opened, releasing a stench worse than a slaughterhouse, nauseating to anyone who smelled it.

A kerosene lamp hung on the wall, burning a small flame, dispelling a patch of darkness.

“Another delivery for processing?”

A man in black protective clothing emerged from the shadows, his face covered with crisscrossing scars, obscuring his original appearance.

Zhan Qinghe didn’t understand what they meant by ‘processing,’ but still nodded.

The scarred man suddenly squatted down, his body exuding an extremely cold and sinister aura, enveloping Qing Li and the little boy.

He roughly pinched the boy’s face, then Qing Li’s, and said contentedly, “These two are of excellent quality, send them to the processing workshop on the sixth floor, room 404.”

The sixth floor, room 404, was where high-end defective products were processed.

An elevator made of iron bars faced the main gate.

Zhan Qinghe, head bowed and silent, pushed a small cart towards the elevator.

At that moment, the elevator descended, and another man wearing a goat head covering came out, pushing a cart.

On the cart were blood-drenched arms and legs, still connected to some organs and flesh, as if cut off with a single slice.

Zhan Qinghe’s eyes flashed with shock until he pushed Qing Li and the little boy into the elevator, finally regaining his composure.

“Those limbs belonged to one person.”

He began to understand the meaning of ‘processing.’

Qing Li opened her eyes and slowly wiped her pinched face with a wet wipe from her pocket.

“It seems this place is a processing factory for a breeding farm.”

Her voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

Here, humans had been completely reduced to livestock.

Breeding farms, slaughterhouses, processing factories…

It’s hard for the humans living here to imagine what they’ve been through!