Chapter 306: Rainy Night Butcher

The white mist seemed to have spoiled at this intersection, carrying a stale Sewer stench rising up, along with the smell of iron rust mixed with raw meat.

The sound of the Boning Knife being dragged on the ground became the only background noise in this dead silence.

Sss—la.

Sss—la.

Not fast, even with a weird leisurely rhythm. The tall figure in a dirty yellow Raincoat paused half a second with each step.

The lower edge of the Raincoat dripped dark red liquid, mixing with the puddles on the ground, spreading into hazy circles of murky red.

"Not opening, not opening, I won't open......"

The broken‑gong‑like humming rose again, as if the vocal cords had been sanded, exuding a chilling childishness.

The Raincoat Man tilted his head; most of his face hidden by the hood, features indistinct, only his chin showed a strip of pallid skin like a steamed bun.

In the crowd of survivors, the sound of someone's teeth clacking was clearly audible.

Fear is a contagious plague.

Lei Yu's finger rested on the trigger guard, his knuckles faintly turning blue from strain. He stared at the approaching monster, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

This guy is off.

As the Captain of the Special Forces, he had seen too many aberrations in the past three days.

Some had three legs, some had heads blooming like flowers, but most were beast‑like, driven only by the instinct to eat. Yet the one before him was different.

The other...... is very likely a primordial Weird, or perhaps an alternative trickster!

"Stop moving!" Lei Yu shouted abruptly, his voice cracking through the fog, "Final warning! Otherwise we'll open fire!"

The Raincoat Man seemed not to hear, his feet hidden in shadow still stepping at an unhurried pace.

"Mom didn't come back......"

He hummed the next line, the Boning Knife in his hand suddenly lifted, its tip pointing at the crowd, like a child counting soldiers.

"Fire!"

Lei Yu no longer hesitated; his shouted command even broke the tone.

Bang bang bang!

Several tongues of fire flashed glaringly in the white mist as the Special Forces' tactical rifles roared in unison.

The specially treated armor‑piercing rounds, theoretically capable of breaching light tank armor, now screamed, tearing the air as they surged toward the Raincoat Man's face and chest.

Su Ming squinted, his body instinctively shrinking half a body length behind the side advertisement board.

The ensuing scene caused a cognitive break for everyone present.

The bullets, capable of shattering rock, at three meters in front of the Raincoat Man, seemed to crash into an invisible meat grinder.

There was no impact sound, nor any spark.

Only a series of fine, scalp‑tingling "ding‑dang" sounds were heard.

The high‑speed rotating projectiles abruptly disassembled in the air. Not shattered, but sliced.

They were neatly sliced into thin sheets.

The yellow‑copper pieces, like discarded industrial scrap, clattered onto the asphalt beside the Raincoat Man's feet.

One projectile was even cut into four even shards, landing right beside its mud‑caked combat boot.

The gunfire abruptly ceased.

The few Special Forces who had fired trembled in their hands, their eyes filled with terror as if seeing a ghost. Physical laws failed here; heat weapons against this monster were a joke.

"Good boy...... open...... the door...... open......"

The Raincoat Man's humming remained steady, and as he drew nearer, the hoarse tremor made one's eardrums itch.

He stopped.

Just within twenty meters of the squad.

This range is an absolute kill distance for modern firearms, yet for something far more terrifying, it is the edge of the dinner table.

"Heh...... hehehe......"

A nervous low laugh emanated from beneath the Raincoat's hood. It slowly raised its left hand—what a hand—dry to the bone, nails black and curled, like an old tree root unearthed from a grave.

"A new artwork—what shall we make you into?"

His tone was flippant, as if teasing a hamster in a cage.

The crowd's mental defenses shattered completely at that moment.

"Ahhh! I can't… I don't want to die!"

The bald‑headed middle‑aged man at the rear of the squad finally broke down.

Overwhelming terror completely burned his sanity; he let out a scream that was not human, then turned and fled wildly in the opposite direction.

That area, though also foggy, at least lacked the monster.

"Don't run! Come back!" Lei Yu's eyes bulged, reaching out to grab, but the distance was too great, his hand grasped nothing.

The sprinting middle‑aged man had already fled beyond ten meters.

Suddenly.

His running motion froze.

It wasn't a sudden stop, but an extremely discordant rigidity.

Immediately, a scene that would haunt everyone present for a lifetime was born.

There was no external contact.

Nor any explosion.

The man's body, from head to toe, suddenly sprouted countless fine red lines.

It resembled a meticulously calculated engineering diagram.

Wham—

The once whole human body fell apart in an instant.

It didn't collapse; it disassembled.

Dozens of evenly sized, mirror‑smooth meat blocks, like building blocks that had lost their adhesive, clattered down to the ground.

The head was sliced into four pieces, and one piece of facial muscle still showed a frozen expression of terror.

Torso, limbs, organs… all turned into standard cubic meat bricks.

The sky‑filled blood mist, after a one‑second delay, erupted like a scarlet downpour, pelting the faces of the few survivors behind.

A strong iron‑rust smell instantly filled everyone's nostrils.

Silence.

Dead silence.

Even the woman who had been sobbing moments ago was rendered speechless by the scene, her mouth agape as a guttural "gurgle" escaped her throat.

Dissection at a distance.

Defying distance.

Even… it was impossible to see how the attack was delivered.

"So beautiful."

Raincoat Man seemed pleased with his work; he tilted his head, admiring the pile of red‑and‑white "Building Blocks," and the Boning Knife in his hand brushed against his raincoat, as if polishing a piece of art.

"Little bunnies… run fast… that's fun…"

He turned around again, facing the remaining terrified living people, deliberately holding the Boning Knife upside down, blade outward, assuming a starting stance.

The chill of being targeted by a top predator crawled up each person's spine, racing toward the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"It… it's a devil…"

"Run… run fast!"

Someone in the crowd let out a shout, and the tightly packed formation instantly fell apart. Once despair broke its dam, it could no longer be contained.

Dozens of survivors, like headless flies, began scattering in a frantic scramble for escape.

"Don't run anywhere!!" Lei Yu shouted in panic, but his voice was completely drowned out by the screams.

The Special Forces' defensive line was instantly broken.

Lei Yu clenched his teeth, slammed his rifle to the ground, drew the military dagger at his thigh, and lunged forward desperately.

He knew he was no match.

But his duty would not allow him to retreat.

Next to him, Liang Wen's ever‑cynical peach‑blossom eyes narrowed to a slit. His hand rested on the hilt of his long sword at his waist; his thumb lifted the guard, revealing a half‑inch of gleaming blade.

"A Rule System of this caliber…" Liang Wen muttered, his calf muscles cramping, yet a surge of adolescent‑style hot‑blooded vigor helped him overcome his physical fear, "is precisely the fated enemy I must confront…"

At the very moment when a single misstep would turn everyone into a field of meat bricks…

Su Ming stood at the edge of the chaotic crowd, his crude spear creaking in his grip.

The more he thought, the more familiar the people before him seemed, and suddenly his pupils contracted sharply.

The gate of memory opened.

In a previous life, countless people had died at the hands of this cunning adversary before his eyes.

Codename: "Rain Night Butcher," one of the most blood‑lusted participants in the Blood Moon Game.

And his Murder Rule is…

Watching Raincoat Man slowly raise his knife, ready to reap the field of "little bunnies," Su Ming's eyes flashed with urgency.

No time to explain.

He inhaled sharply, his chest swelling to the limit, and at this chaotic, noisy crossroads awash with cries and the scent of blood, let out a roar comparable to thunder:

"Don't move!!"