"What?"

  "Someone's beating up actors in town?"

  "Are you sure it's not the actors beating up the tourists, but the tourists beating up the actors?"

  Jake, inside the virtual reality arcade, was dumbfounded upon receiving Ethan's message, even suspecting that Ethan, the idiot, was deliberately messing with him.

  After all, others might not know, but he was clear.

  The demons and vengeful spirits inside Demon's Town were all genuine, not a single actor among them.

  If anyone could find an actor playing a role in there, he'd pay triple the amount!

  "Hold on, I'll go take a look!" Jake ran out of the virtual reality arcade and headed straight for Death House.

  During this time, Jake summoned the system.

  "System, if I enter the town, will anything happen?"

  Jake looked nervous, waiting for the system to answer before deciding on his next move.

  If the system couldn't guarantee his safety, then those people inside could fend for themselves. Anyway, with the jade pendant for protection, it was unlikely that any danger would occur.

  But if the system could protect him.

  Then he'd like to go in and see what exactly was happening.

  Don't misunderstand!

  He didn't want to save anyone.

  He just wanted to watch the show up close, to see how others were beating up demons!

  "Ding, host, rest assured, in a way, the demons in the town have already signed a master-servant contract with you, with you as the master and the demons as the servants. No matter how strong they are, they will be bound by you!"

  "Got it!" Jake nodded.

  Then he quickened his pace, and soon arrived near the Death House, greeted Ethan, and went inside, heading straight for Demon's Town.

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  ......

  Inside Demon's Town.

  The black fog was so thick that it seemed like it could solidify into drops of ink, with pairs of scarlet eyes gleaming in the darkness.

  A cold wind was blowing.

  Each gust of wind was like a sharp blade, scraping across the bodies of the two martial brothers, causing unbearable pain.

  "Two youngsters who haven't even grown their hair yet dare to run wild in our town. Even your master wouldn't be so arrogant!"

  A voice came from the black fog, like thunder, booming and resonating, exploding in their ears.

  "Senior brother... why are there such terrifying monsters here?" Henry seemed to have been hit with a freeze spell. Even lifting a finger had become an extremely difficult task.

  Ryan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Senior brother, you're asking me? Who should I ask?"

  The two were not reckless. They had made ample preparations before coming down the mountain.

  This included coaxing money from their junior sister for travel expenses, as well as consulting classic texts for information on demons.

  Who would have thought they would encounter such terrifying beings as Demon Lords right after descending the mountain?

  They must be the unlucky ones.

  What surprised them even more was that the demons in town possessed such astonishing strength, yet they remained in seclusion?

  That wasn't like demons.

  Looking at the world, no one could stop them.

  The Church simply could not stop these demons.

  Just as the two were lost in thought, a massive, pitch-black hand reached out from the black fog and grasped them.

  Then it gently squeezed.

  In that instant, the two felt as if their entire bodies were being compressed toward the center by a massive force.

  They felt as if every bone in their bodies was being crushed, their faces turned red, and they couldn't breathe.

  "Sir, have mercy!" the old man shouted.

  With great difficulty, the martial brothers turned their heads to look, feeling confused by the old man's actions.

  How could a vengeful spirit be pleading for them, especially one that they had beaten up!

  Could it be that they had struck up an emotional connection, and now he was reluctant to see them leave?

  "Sir, don't crush them all. Leave a pair of feet for me!" the old man stared eagerly at the black fog, begging.

  The master of the pitch-black hand ignored the old man and continued to increase the pressure, tormenting the two.

  "We haven't made a name for ourselves yet... how can we die here?"

  "Oh well... Like the soldiers who died on the battlefield, dying at the hands of demons can be considered a kind of glorious death, right?"

  "I hope the martial brothers in the Church can remember us. If they could erect a tombstone for us, write a biography or something, we wouldn't mind..."

  Just as the master of the pitch-black hand increased the force by a tiny amount, two dazzling rays of light burst forth.

  Suddenly, the martial brothers felt a sense of lightness all over their bodies. A warm spiritual force surged into their bodies, restoring all the damaged meridians.

  "Hmph, if it weren't for the magical artifact that benefactor gifted you, you would have no chance of surviving today!"

  The master of the pitch-black hand roared from the black fog!

  In the last moment before falling unconscious, the martial brothers heard this sentence, and a question arose in their hearts.

  Who was that benefactor?