Broken wooden boards and lightweight aerated bricks flew everywhere. Autumn Whitman knew the walls of this unlucky apartment were thin, but he never expected them to be this fragile. With a full-force charge, he broke through—the person made it through, but his steps faltered, and his forward momentum didn’t stop at all—damn it, even if you’re afraid of earthquakes, you shouldn’t build walls this thin and brittle, it’s practically like paper.

He struggled to keep his balance, and with just a quick glance, he saw that, sure enough, it was an accomplice of the “train monster”—a strong stench of rot hit him in the face, exactly the same as the one on the train, unmistakable. The monster currently had its back to him, ignoring the resistance of a young woman as it pinned her down on the tatami, tearing at her clothes.

Caroline Parker was actually quite brave, screaming loudly and hitting the monster, but she was small and weak, her attacks almost negligible. The monster was busy subduing her mother and paid her no attention.

The apartment was tiny. After Autumn Whitman crashed through the wall and quickly took in the situation, he was already almost behind the monster. He raised his axe and swung it at the monster, and the monster, not expecting anyone to burst through the wall, was caught completely off guard. It had just turned its head when the axe struck its shoulder.

If it hadn’t turned its head, Autumn Whitman would have split its skull open right then. Next, Autumn Whitman followed up with a kick that sent the monster flying, accidentally knocking Caroline Parker over as well.

Autumn Whitman didn’t pay attention to Caroline Parker; as long as he took out the enemy, she would naturally be safe. Without hesitation, he chased after the monster and swung his axe at it again—the ferocity of the “train monster” during the day had left a deep impression on him, and he was afraid this one might be even fiercer, so he didn’t hold back at all.

He was already prepared for the possibility that this swing might miss. If it were the one from the train during the day, even with the advantage of a sneak attack, it probably wouldn’t be so easy to deal with. But unexpectedly, his axe hit its mark. The monster tried to dodge, but wasn’t fast enough; it only managed to avoid a vital spot, and his axe struck its leg.

The monster howled in pain, dragging its injured leg as it tried to escape through the window, completely lacking the ferocity of the one on the train.

Naturally, Autumn Whitman wasn’t about to let it go. If it had tried to fight back, he might have been more cautious, but since it turned tail and ran, he had no reason to show mercy.

He was even faster, catching up and swinging his axe down hard on the monster’s back, striking it squarely on the spine. The monster collapsed in front of the window, instantly losing the ability to move.

Only then did Autumn Whitman have time to take a closer look. Its appearance was just like the “train monster”: unnaturally swollen body, hands turned into claws, distorted facial features, blood-red eyes, and beneath the skin, something like earthworms writhing, making it look extremely bizarre.

If there was any difference, it was probably in its demeanor.

The one during the day was more like a wild beast in the jungle—ferocious and savage, its extreme hunger for flesh and blood on full display. This one, however, was like a small scavenger; the moment it sensed something was wrong, it didn’t even think of fighting back, just turned and ran. Now, lying on the ground dying, there was even a hint of pleading in its eyes, as if hoping for mercy, showing a surprising degree of intelligence.

Of course, Autumn Whitman had read the story of “The Farmer and the Snake” and had no intention of sparing it, but he wasn’t in a hurry to finish it off either. It was bleeding out quickly, the black aura inside its body dissipating. Even without a finishing blow, it probably wouldn’t last long. Even the demon-refining jar was asking whether he intended to refine this “Yin Demon” or store it in the jar’s inner world.

Apparently, this jar was just like the Japanese police—only good for cleaning up the mess.

Autumn Whitman didn’t rush to give the demon-refining jar an order. He first turned to look at the apartment’s owners, The Parker Family.

The mother and daughter were both unharmed. The mother’s top was just torn, with a few shallow scratches on her neck. She was now clutching her daughter tightly in her arms, right hand covering her daughter’s eyes, left hand holding a kitchen knife, cowering in the corner of the room, trembling all over, probably still not understanding what had just happened.

Or maybe she’d never seen someone killed with an axe before, and was now completely petrified with fear.

Autumn Whitman glanced at her and said directly, “Take Karin-chan and leave for now, and call the police while you’re at it.”

After he spoke, Caroline Parker’s mother remained huddled in the corner, unresponsive, forcing him to repeat himself twice more. It wasn’t until little Caroline Parker tugged at her mother’s sleeve that the young woman snapped out of it, hurriedly searched for her phone, and left the room with her daughter in her arms.

Only then did Autumn Whitman turn back and have the demon-refining jar refine the dying monster on the floor.

This was the second time he’d seen it, and Autumn Whitman still found it amazing—threads of red and wisps of black aura intertwined, quickly condensing into a strange, seemingly living pill, floating in midair until he grasped it in his hand.

Autumn Whitman examined the pill carefully, even taking out the one from the “train monster” for comparison, and found that the new one was noticeably smaller, and the “veins” on it pulsed much more slowly, making it look like a defective product.

Then he looked at the monster’s corpse and saw that, sure enough, it had become a shriveled mummy, just skin and bones. Even the blood that had splattered all over the room from its wounds had mostly disappeared, leaving only faint traces in some places.

Which meant...

This pill not only contained the demonic energy of the “Yin Demon,” but also the essence of the original human’s flesh and blood?