Is this what a zombie is?

67. A collection of resentment

What Jiang Chen didn't know was that this manor was actually one of the businesses of an organ trafficking organization.

With the death of the sorcerer, the organization's top brass was rounded up by the police, leaving the remaining mid-level members as frightened birds, eager to abscond with the money.

Unfortunately, their greed ultimately became their own death warrant.

Jiang Chen squatted down and began to examine the corpse closest to him.

Their cause of death is obvious. Judging from the appearance of their bodies, they all died from the same cause: they were stabbed.

This incision, a straight and smooth cut from the center of the sternum to the lower abdomen, completely opened up the entire thoracic and abdominal cavity.

Judging from Jiang Chen's perspective, this strike was precise, ruthless, and executed in one smooth motion. In terms of swordsmanship alone, it was comparable to his own.

But strangely, the dissected chest and abdominal cavities were completely empty.

It means exactly what it says; there's nothing inside, not even a single drop of blood, all vanished without a trace, as if it had been completely hollowed out by some force.

The entire cavity was spotless, without a trace of blood, and even the floor was impeccably clean, ruling out the possibility that the other party was a perfectionist with obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.

The only remaining possibility is that the other party took the blood with them, without wasting a single drop.

Jiang Chen stood up and examined the other corpses one by one.

The results were completely consistent.

Everyone dies in the same way.

What exactly did they do? Why did they take so many things? And how did they manage to put them away?

Just as Jiang Chen was asking three questions, a dull thud came from the corridor deep inside the hall.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound didn't resemble a fierce fight; rather, it sounded like someone banging a sandbag against a wall—dull and oppressive.

Jiang Chen immediately walked toward the source of the sound, while Cat Lord jumped off his shoulder and followed silently behind him.

After passing through the corridor, you will find yourself in a more spacious side hall.

In the center of the side hall, Lawyer Luo, whom Jiang Chen was looking for, was currently fighting with a man.

Attorney Luo's opponent was an ordinary-looking bald man.

Not the kind of plain-looking Louis Koo, but the kind of ordinary that leaves no impression after one glance.

Attorney Luo's attack landed on the bald man, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea, causing no reaction whatsoever.

Although the bald man's attacks appeared clumsy, they carried an unstoppable ruthlessness, forcing Lawyer Luo to constantly dodge and unable to confront him head-on.

The two were thus caught in a strange stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand.

"You mean dealing with personal matters, that means fighting with this guy?"

Jiang Chen didn't quite understand. What's going on here?

Attorney Luo did not answer the question directly. As he dodged the bald man's attack, he asked the question without turning his head.

"What is he like in your eyes?"

Jiang Chen answered truthfully: "A bald man, with an ordinary appearance, nothing special... But strangely, when I close my eyes, I can't remember what he looks like."

This is no exaggeration. The man's facial features, when put together, were completely unremarkable; he was the kind of person you would never notice if you threw him into a crowd.

Jiang Chen was fine when she was staring at him, but in the blink of an eye, she had no recollection of him at all.

The only remaining distinguishing feature is his conspicuous bald head.

"But in my eyes, it was just a viscous black mist that kept twisting and changing."

A swirling, viscous black mist—Jiang Chen frowned deeply.

In his eyes, he was just an ordinary bald man.

But in Attorney Luo's eyes, it was a non-human monster.

These two completely different, even diametrically opposed, descriptions, in the same space, point to the same goal.

The stark contrast in perspective left Jiang Chen somewhat bewildered.

"What exactly is it? A vengeful spirit?"

Looking at the corpses outside the hall and considering their bizarre deaths, Jiang Chen began to speculate that they were the victims of vengeful spirits.

"No, he is not an ordinary vengeful spirit. Ordinary vengeful spirits have an obsession as their core."

"But this thing is different. It's a collection of resentment. It doesn't have a clear core of obsession. It's a polymer of countless despair, pain, sorrow, resentment, and hatred."

"This kind of thing is extremely difficult to form, and the conditions are very demanding. The last recorded appearance was decades ago in a mass grave where tens of thousands of skeletons were unearthed."

A collection of resentment...

Mass graves...

Upon hearing these keywords, Jiang Chen instantly understood the origin of the monster before him.

Organ trafficking.

Those victims whose organs were harvested while they were still alive, dying in endless pain and despair.

Those families who have lost loved ones, whose homes have been shattered, and who are suffering from grief and hatred.

Their endless resentment, like countless trickles of water, eventually converged into the terrifying monster before them.

The reason it empties the internal organs of these organization members is entirely due to the most primitive and purest instinctual obsession—to replenish what is lacking.

You have taken our organs, and we will take them back from you.

Having figured this out, Jiang Chen unconsciously stopped his attack.

Looking at the gruesome yet deservedly dead corpses scattered on the ground, and then at the tireless bald man who only knew how to follow his instincts, he felt no urge to exorcise the demons; instead, he felt…

Good riddance.

Therefore, Jiang Chen had no intention of eliminating the opponent, and even thought it best to let it continue to kill.

Kill everyone involved in organ trafficking, kill all the executioners whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent people.

It's not necessarily a bad thing; it's not necessarily a bad thing.

Isn't this the most direct and fair way to ensure that evil is punished?

"So, why are you stopping him again?"

"Compared to the lengthy and complicated legal proceedings, isn't this eye-for-eye, tooth-for-tooth revenge more in line with your current code of conduct?"

Jiang Chen asked a series of questions, expressing his inner confusion.

"In your eyes, am I such an extreme person?"

Otherwise, you've already resorted to private means, waking up to kill dozens of people and sending yourself to prison.

Your sentence is life imprisonment!!!

Although I don't know what kind of person you were before, aren't the things you did after you awakened extremely righteous?

"I also think he went to another extreme, but he and this collection of resentment cannot be generalized."

Cat Master spoke, his tone carrying a rare hint of seriousness.

"Master Cat, what do you mean by that?"

"Right now, because it has only recently been born, it is still relatively pure and will only follow its instincts to hunt down those marked by resentment."

"But as time goes by, it devours more and more resentment and negative emotions, becoming increasingly complex. As it grows stronger, it is gradually polluted until it is completely lost and depraved."