Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Chapter 4748: Anger

Just then, a man emerged from the central area, carrying a plate covered with a lid. He walked to a half-human-tall cylindrical pillar in the center, placed the plate on it, and dramatically lifted the lid, revealing its contents.

A roasted chicken.

It was plump, glistening, and emitted an incredibly enticing aroma. For these children, who had been starving for days, even weeks, it was an unimaginable delicacy – a sight that made their eyes sparkle with desperate desire, driving them to risk everything to obtain it!

“Same as always, the winner gets to eat the roast chicken,” the man announced. Under the shining, hungry eyes of the children, he promptly put the lid back on, further whetting their appetites and their desperate urge to claim it, not allowing them to savor even a hint of the scent.

“Arghhhhh!”

As soon as the man’s voice faded, chaos erupted in several of the small black rooms. The sickening sound of fists hitting flesh, accompanied by roars, screams, and wails, filled the air. Some of the children in the adjacent cages cowered together, glancing back with palpable fear in their eyes. In several other cages, only one child stood dominant at the front of their area, while the others behind them seemed too afraid to even approach.

Hao’er pursed his lips, silently observing the gruesome scene. He watched as the children trampled and bit each other, fighting with every ounce of their being to defeat their opponents.

Finally, the iron doors at the front of each designated area swung open, and only the victorious child emerged from each. However, even these winners, having triumphed in their initial skirmishes, now faced a new challenge: they had to fight the children from the other areas.

“Begin!” the man by the pillar commanded. As his voice echoed, seven or eight children immediately plunged into a brutal melee. They possessed no refined martial arts, only crude, self-taught fighting styles. Yet, there were one or two exceptions, exhibiting a raw, untamed prowess.

In the end, a small boy, who appeared to be only eight or nine years old, managed to defeat the others. Despite his victory, he was covered in wounds, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Nonetheless, he walked forward, step by agonizing step, until he reached the man. “Roast chicken, it’s mine,” he stated, his voice a ragged whisper.

“Yes, it’s yours,” the man replied with a chilling smile. He patted the boy on the head and handed him the plate with the coveted roast chicken.

The panting little boy stared at the uncovered roast chicken, swallowed hard, and then suddenly lunged forward to seize it. However, just as he surged ahead, a sword qi instantly struck out, slicing him in half in a horrifying flash.

“Arghhhhhh…”

For a moment, the terrified cries of the children reverberated through the prison, accompanied by sounds of sheer panic. The cries were filled with primal fear and terror, but they lasted only a brief moment before quickly falling silent. This was because the children had clapped their hands over their mouths, too terrified to utter another sound. They shrank back, their eyes wide with terror as they stared at the gruesome sight of the boy, now split in two, on the ground.

One moment he was alive, and the next, he was dead. And his death was unspeakably horrific.

Hao’er clenched his fists, his heart burning with incandescent rage. He gritted his teeth, desperate to maintain control, afraid that he would lose himself and act impulsively.

In that chilling moment, he knew for certain that powerful individuals were secretly protecting their captors. When the man had brutally killed the child with his sword qi, Hao’er had felt several distinct gusts of air—signatures of powerful cultivation—emanating from the shadows.