Chapter 377: The True Power of The Eyes of Yama (1/2)

”Look, the murderer's footprints are on top of Luo Youyou's which suggest she came here first with the murderer following in the same direction. What does this tell us?”

Bingxin cried excitedly, ”Luo Youyou was running for her life!”

”Yes!” I nodded. “The place where we found the backpack isn’t far from the tire marks, indicating that Luo Youyou escaped from the car. She was fiddling with the thread on the backpack which tells me her hands were free at the time and she was probably sitting in the back of the car. When the killer stopped the vehicle and was about to attack her, Luo Youyou opened the car door and fled, throwing her backpack aside to lighten the weight.”

”What are you waiting for?” yelled Dali. “Let's look for her now!”

”Don't worry, just shout at the top of your lungs!” I said.

We followed the footprints, shouting Luo Youyou's name as we walked. The abandoned building was huge and the footprints gradually disappeared so we decided to move separately. Bingxin and I headed to the left, while Dali and Song Xingchen searched on the right.

Shouting as we explored the place, we soon arrived at a dark, gloomy area surrounded by unfinished buildings that completely blocked out the sun. I suddenly heard movement from above and pushed Bingxin aside without a second thought.

Bang! A large bag of cement hit the ground where we just stood, kicking up dust and sand from the ground. The impact of a forty-kilogram bag slamming into one’s body was unimaginable.

Bingxin was frightened out of her wits. ”There’s someone up there. Let’s go!” I shouted.

To prevent the murderer from dropping down any other dangerous objects, I pulled Bingxin into the building.

”Aren’t you going to call for Song Xingchen?” asked Bingxin.

”It’s nothing, I can handle it on my own!” I assured her.

The unfinished residential building was deserted. I motioned for Bingxin to remain silent while I listened carefully. When we reached the seventh floor, a cry for help sounded from upstairs. A girl was screaming.

It was followed by the sounds of thrashing and a man angrily threatened, ”Scream again and I'll throw you out.”

At that moment, a bruiser rushed out from the stairwell, about to throw the bag of cement in his hand at us. Bingxin and I were right in the middle of the stairs, unable to avoid it. In a fluster, I concentrated on staring into his eyes.

The bruiser was so terrified his whole body quaked like a leaf, his pupils unconsciously contracting–an instinctive reaction in humans whenever they encountered a fearsome beast. Then, the cement bag fell from his hands and onto his foot.

Bingxin caught up from behind, ”Song Yang-gege, what sorcery was that?”

”Follow me,” I said, grabbing her hand. “Remember, don't look into my eyes!” Bingxin muttered an affirmative.

The Eyes of Yama was very energy-consuming and I now had insufficient blood supply to the brain so my field of vision was dark. But disabling and reactivating the Eyes of Yama would consume even more energy. Thus, my plan was to incapacitate the rest of the criminals in one go.

I rushed to the eighth floor and found a bunch of girls sitting in the corner, disheveled, with their hands tied behind their backs. At the sight of us, they squealed like frightened sparrows in a nest and frantically moved away from me. The man standing with them pulled out a butterfly knife and charged at us. But as soon as my gaze was fixed onto his, he screamed in horror, tossed the knife and crouched on the ground shivering with his hands around his head.

”There’s someone on your right!” Bingxin prompted.

I turned to the right to see a long-haired man pull out his gun. My gaze met his and he immediately panicked. ”Who are you?” he trembled.

He unconsciously backed up, forgetting that the unfinished residential building had no walls. “Ahhhhh!” His screams lasted several seconds, replaced by a muffled crash as he slipped and fell from the eighth floor.