Outside the mall.

As the Soul-Sealing Incense burned, an invisible barrier gradually enveloped the entire mall.

The barrier finally formed!

"Move out!"

With a command from team 3033's captain, Yan Yibing, six figures, including Zhou Yong and Hong Ling, rushed through the main entrance simultaneously!

However, the moment they entered the mall, they froze.

In front of them stood a crowd of people, densely packed, numbering in the hundreds!

Most of them were customers, with a few shop owners, staff, and security guards among them...

At this moment, their eyes were rolled back, and their faces were pale.

They crowded together, blocking all the passages.

As Yan Yibing led the team inside, all these people turned to stare at them.

The scene was horrifying to the extreme.

"Why are there so many?" Hong Ling exclaimed in surprise, her small mouth agape.

At the same time, a red longbow materialized in her hand.

A longbow without a bowstring, yet it was a deadly Taboo Object!

At this moment, Yan Yibing spoke in a calm voice, "Don't harm them; they're still human, not ghost slaves."

"Though Infinite Terror has the ability to ghostify humans, it can't ghostify so many people in such a short time. They've just been mentally invaded and temporarily lost their self-awareness."

Despite his words, the controlled people began to slowly approach the six of them.

Accompanied by the chaotic sound of footsteps, the oppressive feeling was more than an average person could bear.

"Don't worry about them for now. Once we deal with Infinite Terror, they'll recover."

"Zhou Yong!" Yan Yibing shouted.

Zhou Yong stepped forward, the blood draining from his face rapidly.

In an instant, Zhou Yong's complexion turned as pale as paper.

The burly man now seemed as fragile as a paper figure.

With a cold shout from Zhou Yong, paper figures dressed in burial clothes appeared out of thin air.

The paper figures swarmed into the crowd, forcibly tearing open a path.

"Go!" Yan Yibing commanded.

All six of them burst forth with astonishing speed, swiftly passing through the crowd.

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Fifth floor.

Hall 9, also a giant screen theater.

Unlike Hall 1, this theater was packed with people.

No, it was crammed with people.

Although there were many people here, no one dared to make a sound.

They huddled together, shivering, with some even fainting.

On the screen, a comedy was playing, yet it felt extraordinarily terrifying and eerie.

At that moment, a burst of laughter erupted in the theater.

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

The laughter came from the first row.

In the center of the first row sat a clown.

At this moment, he was pointing at the screen, laughing uproariously.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly.

The clown turned to look at a "spectator" beside him, baring two rows of yellowed sharp teeth, and asked, "Not funny?"

"Uh~~~"

The young man being stared at by the clown let out a trembling sound.

His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

"......"

"Hahaha, hahahaha!" The clown started laughing again.

He dragged the fainted young man to the front of the screen.

In front of everyone, he twisted the young man's head off.

Then the arms, the legs...

He proceeded to disassemble the joints one by one.

As the clown busied himself with the disassembly, he muttered to himself, "I also think this movie is boring. Don't worry, everyone, I'll make some puppets and put on a show for you later."

"Hee hee, hee hee hee..."

The clown reassembled the dismembered limbs.

He kept repeating, "Ten puppets, need ten puppets."

"Ten puppets."

"Ten puppets!"

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing.

He looked up sharply!

"Wow!"

The audience erupted in chaos.

Many people broke down at that moment, with screams and cries echoing throughout.

The air was filled not only with the scent of blood but also the stench of excrement.

Some people were so frightened they lost control of their bowels...

At that moment.

"Wah! Wah!"

A clear voice rang out in the audience.

A young mother was frantically trying to comfort the baby in her arms.

"Don't cry, don't cry, mommy's here, mommy's here."

But... such a young child couldn't understand.

So the mother could only cruelly cover her child's mouth, tears streaming down her face.

But...

The clown's sharp voice still sounded behind her.

"Little puppet?"

"I like little puppets, little puppets, little puppets!"

The clown suddenly appeared in the audience, scaring people around him into fleeing in all directions.

But the tightly shut doors left them in despair.

The clown tilted his head, greedily eyeing the child in the woman's arms.

"Thud!"

The young mother dropped to her knees, crying out, "I'll be your puppet, spare my child, spare my child."

"I'll be your puppet, I'll do it, I'll do it!"

"Alright..." The clown grinned.

Before the woman could react, the clown bit into her neck.

With a sickening crunch, the woman's head was bitten off by the clown.

Blood spurted, and the child's cries grew louder.

The clown licked his lips, tearing off the woman's stiff arm.

Finally, as if he had found a treasure, he cradled the child and walked toward the screen stage.

"Little puppet! Little puppet!"

"With a little puppet, the next performance will be spectacular!"

"Are you looking forward to it?"

"Looking forward to it?"

"Looking forward to it!!!"

...

Around the mall, silence reigned.

Faced with the uncanny incident, the Law Enforcement Bureau could only retreat to a distance, controlling the crowd and media.

At that moment, a mysterious figure in a black robe and mask appeared without warning on the top floor of the mall.

His body was completely hidden within the black robe, resembling a follower of some underground cult.

On the top floor of another building.

Xiao Yuan, a member of team 3033 nicknamed "Glasses," pressed his earpiece.

"Report, a member of the Illuminati has been spotted on the rooftop, requesting permission to shoot."

Yan Yibing: "Shoot!"

Xiao Yuan grinned, his right hand writhing, emitting the sound of bones breaking and reforming.

Soon, his arm transformed into a grotesque, menacing sniper rifle.

Xiao Yuan began to inhale, his lungs rapidly expanding.

A few seconds later.

"Boom~"

A muffled sound emanated from Xiao Yuan's mouth.

A bullet, formed from solidified blood, shot out from the barrel!

"Pop!"

It hit the black-robed figure's head dead-on!

The black-robed figure fell to the ground.

"Woohoo!"

Xiao Yuan pressed his earpiece: "Captain, the target is..."

Before Xiao Yuan could finish speaking.

The black-robed figure, who had clearly been shot in the head, stood up again!

He nodded in the direction of Xiao Yuan, as if greeting him...

Yan Yibing: "Glasses? What happened?!"

Xiao Yuan: "......"

"Gulp."

"Captain, we might really be in trouble this time."

"Maybe we should retreat for now..."