The Eerie Immortal Path: Begin by Devouring Fairy Flesh-Chapter 68 – The Rules of Blood Fiend Hall

But upon entering the city, he realized his guess was wrong.

Guangxia City wasn't desolate at all. Instead, it was thriving. The streets were bustling with people, commerce was flourishing, and although the mortals weren't living in luxury, they at least had clothes on their backs and meat on their cheeks.

"Strange, aren't the people of Guangxia City afraid of the demonic cultivators from the Blood Fiend Hall? Or are they pretending to be prosperous under threat?" Brandon was puzzled.

He wandered the streets, observing the passersby. They were all mortals, with no sign of Blood Fiend Hall cultivators among them.

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As he walked down a less crowded alley, a few figures suddenly blocked his path.

"Little sister, is this your first time in Guangxia City? Do you have any relatives here? Do you want big brother to take care of you?"

"Yeah, yeah, we can teach you some fun things!"

The men were full of lust, their lecherous eyes roving over Brandon's body.

Brandon felt a wave of disgust. Although he was temporarily in a female form, he was still a man at heart. Being ogled by these scoundrels made him nauseous.

But he couldn't reveal his true identity in Guangxia City. As a simple village girl, if he were seen killing a few thugs, it would definitely attract attention.

With no other choice, Brandon decided to lure them to a secluded place before taking action. He pretended to be scared and shouted, "Don't come any closer! Help! Help!"

As he shouted, he slowly backed away.

The thugs laughed even more wantonly, closing in on Brandon. "Scream all you want, no one will come to save you!"

"Little sister, you're not being obedient. Looks like we need to teach you a lesson! Hahaha!"

Just then, several more figures appeared behind the thugs and shouted, "Stop right there!"

Hearing the voice, the thugs instinctively turned around. When they saw the deep red robes of the newcomers, they froze.

Their bodies began to tremble, and they fell to their knees, begging in terror, "S-sir, please spare us! We didn't do anything, we were just playing with this little sister!"

"Yes, we were just playing, please don't misunderstand!"

The red-robed men ignored the thugs and looked at Brandon. "What were they trying to do to you?"

Brandon maintained his frightened demeanor but was intrigued by the newcomers' attire. However, he didn't show it and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, these thugs tried to grab me and were rough with me. Please save me!"

The leading red-robed man nodded and looked coldly at the pale-faced thugs. "You know the rules of the hall. If you dare to break them, you'll have to come with us."

"No! No! Please, no!!!"

"I was wrong, sir, please spare my life, I won't do it again!"

The thugs clung to the red-robed men's legs, begging desperately, but they were still tightly bound with ropes.

Brandon watched this scene with some surprise. These red-robed men said they were from the 'hall,' which must be the Blood Fiend Hall. But wasn't that a demonic cultivator force? Why were they upholding justice?

Could it be that the Blood Fiend Hall was actually a good force, like the Human Emperor City, but had been vilified by the Heavenly Lotus Sect?

As Brandon pondered this, the leading red-robed man looked at him and said, "Your revenge has been taken. Now you must come with us."

"Huh?"

Brandon was stunned. "I have to go too? For what, to make a statement?"

But the next second, the thugs started screaming hysterically, "You crazy woman, don't you know the rules of the Holy Hall?"

"The hall's people solve problems by eliminating both the troublemakers and the ones who called for help! Because of you, now we all have to die!!!"

Hearing this, Brandon was even more confused. What did this mean?

Before he could ask, a red-robed man stepped forward, bound his hands, and dragged him along with the thugs.

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On the way, the thugs followed like walking corpses, while Brandon moved closer to the leading red-robed man and asked, "Sir, what's going on?"

The red-robed man explained, "Guangxia City was once ruled by a terrible demon. The entire city was in misery until the Hall Master appeared, killed the demon, and established the Holy Hall to protect the city."

"After slaying the demon, the Hall Master ordered the hall members to patrol and capture evildoers to clean up the city."

"The prosperity you see today is all thanks to the Holy Hall."

He glanced at Brandon and continued, "As for why we're taking you, it's simple. The Holy Hall spent time and effort to save you, and you must repay that debt. The price for the Holy Hall's help is your life."

"Only in this way can the Holy Hall continue to protect Guangxia City and maintain its peace."

After hearing this, Brandon was speechless. Killing evildoers while also eliminating the innocent who sought help—this method was both righteous and evil!

This so-called Holy Hall was undoubtedly the Blood Fiend Hall. They claimed to absorb mortal life force but prioritized evildoers, branding themselves as a good force. How interesting.

The Hall Master seemed like quite a character.

Brandon couldn't help but ask, "Sir, don't you think the Hall Master's rules are a bit unreasonable? Killing even the good people—hasn't anyone protested?"

"Why protest? The Holy Hall's rules are much better than those of the demon," the red-robed man replied.

"When the demon ruled, her minions would rampage through the streets daily, killing and looting. Anyone who resisted was killed. Countless families in Guangxia City suffered with no way to seek justice."

"Now, even though those who seek justice must also die, at least they can drag their enemies down with them. An eye for an eye."

Brandon fell silent. The demon they spoke of was probably a senior sister from the Heavenly Lotus Sect. Now he understood why the woodcutter had been terrified upon seeing them in Heavenly Lotus Sect robes.

The deeds of the so-called righteous sects were more outrageous than those of demonic cultivators. How ironic.

The red-robed man continued, "For example, without us, you might have ended up as a corpse in some corner. Now, although you still have to die, at least you won't be humiliated by these thugs, and they'll die with you. This is the best outcome for you."

Brandon was taken aback. The red-robed man had a point. In a world where the upper echelons used people as sacrificial furnaces and the rulers competed in cruelty, it was already a blessing for mortals to die with dignity and have a way to seek justice.