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Chapter 463: Head-down Master

Although Liu Fang strongly disagrees with Liu Qingqing's decision to go deep into Night Rose, his status in the Liu family is higher than his seniority.

Liu Qingqing was Liu Rushi's beloved daughter and the president of the huge Liu Group. In front of her, Liu Fang was, at best, an elder, and at worst, just a part-time worker.

Liu Fang wouldn't have even been qualified to sit in her office for such a long time had it not been for Tang Huanxi's name appearing on the list by chance.

Therefore, after Liu Fang left angrily, Liu Qingqing asked Lu Fan: "Mr. Lu, do you think this serial case of murder and dismemberment is related to the arrival of the Angel Hall in Nandu?"

Liu Qingqing understood Lu Fan's character and was withdrawn by nature. If the matter did not involve Tang Huanxi, he would not ask or ask another question.

Lu Fan had been flipping through the files carefully when he suddenly frowned and took out a photo of the deceased and placed it on the table.

This mutilated corpse only has the torso, limbs and head chopped off. There are tattoos on the slit of the neck, a lotus pedestal and the lower body. Only the parts above the chest are missing, just like the tragic appearance of a dead corpse.

There is no difference.

"What's wrong?" Liu Qingqing looked at Lu Fan doubtfully.

"Look at the tattoo in the photo, what does it look like?" Lu Fan pointed at half of the tattoo pattern in the photo.

"This..." Liu Qing frowned slightly, thought for a while and said: "It's a bit like a Bodhisattva or Buddha in Buddhism, with a lotus platform and thousands of hands, but the upper part has been cut off.

I can’t tell what kind of god it is.”

"God, you call it a god."

Lu Fan nodded, "There is nothing wrong with calling it that, but we generally call it the evil god."

"Evil God?" Liu Qingqing frowned, looking puzzled.

"People are divided into good and evil, and so are gods. We usually worship the Buddha in the hope that with piety, we can get the blessing of the Buddha, so that everything goes smoothly and there are no taboos. However, in Southeast Asia, there is a very small group of people.

, but they believe in evil gods. They try to use evil means of worship to make deals with these gods, exchange power, walk in the world, spread fear, and achieve their own ulterior purposes. Although these people are not many, they can be picked out alone.

, each one of them is enough to cause confusion or fear in one party." Lu Fan said thoughtfully.

"Who are these people?" Liu Qingqing asked.

"Jiantou Master." Lu Fan raised his head and said.

Liu Qingqing trembled all over, "Jiantou Master?"

In Southeast Asia, there have been people who have used head-lowering techniques as a profession since ancient times, and they are called head-lowering masters.

Because the place of cultivation and the objects of practice are often extremely secretive, this method is not taught openly, nor can anyone learn and accept it. Moreover, they often go to gloomy places to collect and produce feminine substances as materials for practice. The process of practicing magic is extremely terrifying.

and concealment.

Therefore, many people have heard of this profession, but have never really made any contact with them. The stranger they are, the more mysterious and terrifying they are, which often creates an inexplicable psychological pressure on people.

"The head-droppers are a group of dark walkers who claim to have sacrificed their souls to the evil god. They keep female ghosts in captivity to guard the door, and they also cover their bodies with soul-calling tattoos, begging for the evil god's 24-hour personal protection."

"Similarly, those women who are chosen by them, or are willing to be their slaves, will also have tattoos unique to a certain descendant. They are like products with exclusive marks, just like they worship evil gods.

It’s like tattooing a certain evil god’s unique tattoo pattern on your body.”

Lu Fan took out a few more photos and placed them on the table. Although the photos were full of mutilated corpses, every corpse had one thing in common, that is, their limbs were cut off and then decapitated.

The severed parts of the beheadings, without exception, have tattoos of half a lotus flower and an evil Buddha.

"Exclusive merchandise, but in that case, why did he kill them? If they were alive, wouldn't it be helpful to him?" Liu Qingqing asked doubtfully.

"Bloodthirsty."

Lu Fan breathed out softly and said: "When the head-dropping master breaks through to the Ghost King, worldly possessions alone can no longer meet the needs of the Ghost King. He needs to refine a Blood Mantong with his own blood to guard him at all times.

, to provide himself with a steady stream of blood essence, increase his lifespan, and maintain the mana in his body. Before the Blood Mantong is refined, the Ghost King will replace it with other blood, the blood of livestock, the blood of living people... At this time

At this moment, there is a ghost king dormant in Nandu, and the Night Rose Club is the blood bank provided by the Bai family!"


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