“Let’s start with something simple. Name?”

Kong Yebai’s face twitched constantly as he tried to suppress the urge to curse and scream. Finally, he answered in a trembling voice, “L-Li Chunchang.”

Ji Jue raised an eyebrow. “That’s strange. Just before your teammate died, he shouted ‘Mr. Kong.’ Who exactly is that? Or is there no such person? Do you know anything about it?”

“I, I don’t kno—Aaaaah!!!”

“This time, it’s the liver.” Ji Jue’s fingers slid over the wound, kindly stopping the bleeding for him. He lifted the organ up and shook it in front of his eyes. “You should really drink less. Look how fragile it’s become. Here, take it back. Replenish yourself.”

Nearby, Tong Hua, who was hiding and acting as a lie detector, quietly stepped back. Partly to avoid getting splattered with blood, and partly because Ji Jue, once fully immersed in this act, had started radiating an increasingly unhinged aura. Was he… starting to show his true nature?

What kind of cursed feng shui does Cliff City have to produce a potential psycho serial killer like this?

Clearly, forcing the victim to eat his organ to “replenish”[1] was working quite well. After “replenishing” his liver, and calming his liver fire[2] in the process, Kong Yebai became much more cooperative.

He came clean about his name, age, gender, and everything else. In fact, he was so cooperative that Ji Jue, who had been considering changing the man’s gender for fun, even felt a little disappointed that the man showed no trace of iron-willed toughness.

But it also made sense. What righteous person in...