Chapter 751: Death Mirror

Chapter 751: Death Mirror

The wine glass shattered, and the blood-red wine flowed on stage. In the hall, the butcher held the dagger and walked toward the woman in the Death mask. The frail Death and the butcher of Dawn, there was a strange beauty to this.

Death wanted to pierce the needle into the innocent victim's neck. The butcher blocked Death and wanted to save the victim. The lights flickered. When the lights dimmed, Han Fei rushed out. His speed was so fast that he moved like a shadow.

The blades clashed. Han Fei was shocked. He knew how dangerous the woman was, so he didn't hold back. To his surprise, the frail-looking woman managed to block his attack.

But, the woman was even more shocked. Her wrist that held the needle became numb.

"You want to complete your art but are you not a piece of art for others too?" Han Fei continued to attack. "Those who kill must be ready to be killed. If you don't even realize that, the hand that holds the knife will not be firm."

The woman was not as strong as Han Fei, but her speed was incredibly fast. The more they fought, the more confused Han Fei was. He thought he could easily deal with the members of this club, but the first person he met was already so powerful. They fought on stage and caused the blood of the audience to boil. They didn't care who died because they just wanted murder. The couple became so absorbed that they started fighting too. The world of the crazy was hard to understand. Shen Luo curled up in his seat. He couldn't fit into this world.

The woman blocked all of Han Fei's attacks. When Han Fei wanted to attack for the eleventh time, the woman gave up and turned to escape. She was familiar with the stage. She moved towards the side door.

"Running?" Han Fei predicted this move. He swung at the woman's neck. If the woman insisted on escaping, she would be beheaded. However, the woman's neck snapped to an impossible angle to avoid the slash. She leaped into the side door and disappeared into the darkness. However, Han Fei got something before she left. His blade knocked off the woman's mask, and he managed to see a small portion of her face. She looked like a famous celebrity. "I've remembered you."

The darkness behind the door reeked with the smell of medicine. Han Fei didn't give chase. He held the knife and turned to look down the stage. "One has escaped, but it's okay. There are still many left."

When the couple saw Han Fei turn his focus toward them, they took out any strange things from their bags. The man sneered at Han Fei. "There's no killing among high-class members, or else we'd be targeted by all the members. I'll let you off this time since you're new here."

"Why are we letting him go? I want to turn him into a waiter and stuff him into the case. I will sew him the prettiest clothes." The woman smacked the man's arm and pouted.

"There's no killing among high-class members? Is this place worth calling a murderer's clubhouse with such ludicrous rules? You are blaspheming death. No one can take away the power of death." Han Fei stepped on the wine as he walked to the two. "I'll cleanse you of your sins and send you to the place where you deserve to be."

When the couple snapped out of it, Han Fei was already standing before them. The couple was so much weaker than the woman in the death mask. They were only slightly stronger than normal people.

"Stop!" After Han Fei knocked out the couple, the parrot man finally arrived. There were three more waiters behind him. "This is your first time here, but you've already broken the rules. You two are not leaving tonight!" "But I haven't done anything..." Shen Luo grumbled softly.

"You all can kill freely to complete your artwork, but I can't? What kind of double standard is this?" Han Fei laughed mockingly. After the couple was taken down, he moved towards the parrot man.

"Do you wish to kill us too?" The parrot man's voice turned shrill. He rarely encountered someone as crazy as Han Fei.

"My artwork is called Dawn Butcher. How can I be a butcher by just killing one person?" Han Fei smiled. "I need to use your carcasses to build a bridge so that I can walk from darkness to dawn." Han Fei then rushed forward. His fighting instinct and experience were better than anyone there.

"You underestimate us." The parrot man took out a stun gun from his waist. However, he was the one who underestimated Han Fei. Han Fei tossed the dagger at the man's palm. He then kicked down a waiter and grabbed the other waiter to use a meatshield. He rammed at the third waiter. Han Fei rarely opted for drawn-out fights. His attacks were always lethal. When Li Xue taught Han Fei this philosophy, she probably didn't expect Han Fei to follow it so thoroughly. "The fuck?" Shen Luo was stunned. He didn't expect Han Fei, who normally looked so polite, would be such a good fighter. In fact, he was not only good, but he was incredibly brutal in fighting. The many crazy murderers were like toys in Han Fei's hands. He could predict their every move. The result had been decided before the battle even started. Han Fei wiped away the blood on his hands and became the last person standing.

"Have, have you killed them?" Shen Luo stammered.

"If I do that, how am I different from them?" Han Fei started to search through the members expertly.

"You are much scarier than them." Shen Luo wanted to stand up, but his legs were noodles.

"Take this stun gun. Don't touch anything else." Han Fei dragged Shen Luo up from his seat and handed him the parrot man's stun gun. "The police will be here soon. We better explore this place before they arrive."

Han Fei led Shen Luo away from Hall One and headed down the long corridor. This basement was originally a private wine cellar. Later, it was turned into one of the bases for the club. There were two large halls, a prep room, and a surveillance room here. The club members would communicate through certain methods, figure out the exhibition location and then send out the invites. They had different locations every time. To bring down this club, one had to infiltrate deep into the club hierarchy. Han Fei walked through the two gory halls and entered the prep room. The place was filled with various costumes and props. It was like a medieval torture room. All the artworks would be placed here before the exhibition so the 'scent' in the room was very heavy.

"Han Fei, perhaps we should wait for the police." Shen Luo closed his nose. He couldn't stand the smell.

"I seem to have missed something. This room is very weird." Han Fei walked to the middle of the room and studied the table used to place the artworks. Right opposite the table was a wall hanging with various masks. Han Fei tried to scratch the wall surface. The wall was actually a piece of cloth. Han Fei removed the cloth and revealed the mirror behind it. All the artwork would be appraised by the mirror before it was shown on stage.

"This mirror is so scary!" Shen Luo and Han Fei turned to the mirror at the same time. Their reflection was different from their images in real life. Shen Luo had a giant colorful butterfly on his face; Han Fei's reflection was even scarier. A bloody carcass stood behind him. No matter how he moved, the body would be stuck facing away from him to his back.

Originally, when Shen Luo saw his reflection, he scratched at his face madly. He felt very uncomfortable. But when he saw Han Fei's reflection, he felt better.

"Han Fei, what is going on with this mirror?" "This mirror can reflect people in the other world." Han Fei walked to the mirror. "Someone is using this mirror in sacrifices to make connections to the ghosts living in the cryptic world." Du Jing's map marked out murderer's clubhouse, but the club had been in existence for a long time in real life. Even Butterfly wouldn't create something like this mirror, and Butterfly was very strong already. At this point, the term floated up in Han Fei's mind -Unmentionable.

"Wait here." Han Fei returned to the parrot man. After much interrogation, the man finally spoke. Every base of the clubhouse had one such mirror. They called it the death mirror. The mirror would reflect the image hiding deep inside people's hearts. The mirrors were the biggest secrets of each base. Not everyone had the right to view it. According to the parrot man, there were five levels of memberships. The first was observing members like the artist and the BBQ store boss. After they completed a certain number of artworks, they would be invited to the bases.

A level higher than the observing members were the official members. Their artworks would be rated, and they could use their points to exchange certain things.

Above that was the high-class member. They had the right to know the locations and times of all the exhibitions. Their artworks would be put on stage too. Every base organizer was basically chosen from the high-class members. People at this level and beyond knew about the mirrors.

Above that would be the club's core members. The parrot man had only seen them once. They had the right to rate every artwork, and they would decide whether someone could join as observing members.

There was another level above the core members, but the parrot man only knew of its existence. He didn't know what it was called, and he didn't know anyone from that level.

When Han Fei conserved with the parrot man, he noticed something strange. After the parrot man saw Shen Luo and Han Fei's reflections in the Death Mirror, his attitude changed completely. He had really approved of them as his kin.