Devour human hearts, drink human blood...

The pathological actions of the Mad Demon surely live up to his name.

Yet, his madness exists only on the surface.

He was mocked and bullied for his stutter since childhood. Only when he accidentally displayed a violent side did his peers start to watch out for him.

From then on, the Mad Demon began to disguise himself as an insane person, successfully making those around him afraid and earning the respect he never experienced during his childhood.

"Your act is quite impressive, but is there nothing more bloody and cruel?"

Giggs' half-burned face trembled slightly, his voice chillingly indifferent.

"What's wrong with you!"

The Mad Demon's expression changed; his earlier slaughter would make any normal person mentally break down and vomit.

But not Giggs, he thought it wasn't intense enough?

Giggs ignored the Mad Demon and arrogantly said, "Now that you've shown off, then..."

Before he could finish, the Mad Demon's dagger gleamed with a cold light, darting towards him at a mad dash, "Die, you lunatic!"

Squelch!

Predictably, the dagger went straight into Giggs' shoulder, the whole blade embedding within the flesh.

Blood flowed continuously from the wound, yet Giggs' expression didn't change at all. He slightly moved his injured left shoulder and extended a finger to the Mad Demon's mouth, "Eat it."

The mad grin on the Mad Demon's face froze, "What do you mean?"

Giggs said coldly, "Don't you like eating human flesh? Eat my finger."

The Mad Demon's mouth gaped, his teeth chattering incessantly. After a moment, he released the dagger, stepped back and shouted, "Are you fucking insane!"

He was truly frightened. He thought he had done many crazy things over the years, but compared to Giggs.

It was child's play.

Offering your own finger to be eaten? This guy is the real madman!

The Mad Demon felt that he shouldn't deal with this lunatic and wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.

But the next moment, he saw Giggs rushing forward with open arms, forcefully embracing him!

The sharp dagger was still lodged in his shoulder, yet Giggs seemed immune to the pain, coldly saying, "I appreciate people like you."

The Mad Demon had no patience for Giggs' rant. He writhed madly, feeling something odd with the other's body?

Instinctively, the Mad Demon tore open Giggs' coat, his face turning to terror.

Under Giggs' coat was another vest, loaded with many attachments, over thirty, and unbelievably... they were all hand grenades exuding a dangerous aura!

"What the fuck, why are you carrying so many grenades!"

The Mad Demon was terrified, his heart about to explode, his face twisted as he roared.

He wanted to distance himself from this lunatic Giggs, but the other's grip was tight like a constricting python, making the Mad Demon feel suffocated, struggling to breathe.

Giggs, expressionless, pulled the pin of one of the grenades.

Hearing the hissing sound, the Mad Demon was certain the grenade would explode in a few seconds, he went mad, violently pounding on Giggs' body, frantically pulling at the dagger.

However, Giggs coldly said like a statue, "We are kindred spirits, we should die together."

"Who the hell is kindred with you, you lunatic, inhumane lunatic. Let me go, I don't want to die!"

The Mad Demon screamed, as he couldn't shake off Giggs' cling, despair seeped in, tears and snot flowed uncontrollably from his fear.

This ruthless demon was actually scared to tears by Giggs?

"Let me go, please let me go!"

The Mad Demon didn't want to die, especially not to die with someone like Giggs.

Just thinking about the grenade detonating and himself being blown into bits made him tremble all over; eventually, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fear.

Considering the time, there was one and a half seconds left until the grenade exploded.

The time was short, but Giggs was not in a hurry.

He removed the grenade with the pulled pin, stuffed it into the Mad Demon's open mouth, and then turned and walked away leisurely.

Boom!

As expected, a burst of sparks exploded behind him, the deafening roar causing the eardrums to ache.

The fierce airflow blew past, yet Giggs' feet remained firmly on the ground, only his clothes and hair slightly disheveled.

Amid the firelight, Giggs did not look back, instead, he murmured coldly, "Is it so hard to find a kindred spirit to die with?"

...

Noon, twelve o'clock, Witch Demon Sect villa.

In the dining room, Master Gu sat alone.

On the table before him were a dozen exquisite dishes.

Among them were three soups.

Pigeon stewed with kelp, durian pork rib soup, ginseng pig stomach soup.

It could be said, these three dishes were Master Gu's favorites.

Since growing old, his teeth had loosened, needing soup with every meal.

Usually, one soup sufficed, but today, to celebrate conquering the Provincial City's underground forces, he specially asked the chef to cook three soups, intending to properly reward himself.

"What a pity."

Master Gu muttered regretfully.

What a pity that the Five Demons weren't here to celebrate together, what a pity that all of Qin Hao's efforts as a promising young talent would be in vain.

"You shouldn't have opposed me."

In Master Gu's mind was Qin Hao's face; he casually picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in his mouth.

He chewed the pork rib with gusto, but as he chewed, he realized something was wrong.

First, the texture was off; he had clearly instructed the chef to stew the pork ribs until they were tender, but how could he make such a big mistake?

Secondly, the meat texture was wrong. Having eaten pork all his life, Master Gu felt the rib's taste was very off, almost with a slight acidity?

Instinctively, Master Gu spit the rib onto the table, and upon seeing it, bent over and vomited madly onto the floor.

It turned out, lying on the table was not a rib, but a finger, a bloodless finger!

I actually put a human finger in my mouth?

Thinking of this, Master Gu vomited even more violently, even regurgitating his entire breakfast.

"Get out!"

Once his stomach was nearly empty, Master Gu stood up abruptly, looking furiously at the dining room door.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

First came the sound of applause, then Qin Hao walked in with a frivolous face from outside the door, "Ancient Ghost, you found my spot immediately, you're really sharp."

Master Gu remained sternly silent, filled with fury; if looks could kill, Qin Hao would have died a hundred times over.

"What? Not satisfied with the feast I made?"

Qin Hao quirkily said, "I guess it's the ingredients going bad. My bad, I should have refrigerated the Blood Demon last night."

Upon hearing this, Master Gu's eyes widened, as if enduring something intolerable.

Two seconds later, his mouth snapped open, and he bent over to vomit again.

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