After realizing there was a problem with the graffiti, Chen Qi tried to decipher what it was hiding.
However, the strange thing was that the string of Sleep Text was a complete jumble, not forming any coherent sentences at all.
'Was it encrypted?'
Chen Qi believed the person behind this wouldn't do something useless, so he started to record more graffiti, trying to find the pattern within.
Soon, Chen Qi made a new discovery. However, it wasn't about the Sleep Text, but about the origin of the graffiti itself.
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"The great Azure-headed Demon Dragon is about to descend! We, who are steeped in Sin, let us offer our most sincere art to the Demon Dragon!"
"The Demon Dragon's Descent! Judgment for the world!"
"Pain is art, Sin is art, the Demon Dragon cleanses all!"
On a street corner, several drunken artists, clutching machetes, were smearing paint on a wall.
Except, this "ink" wasn't black. It was the fresh blood flowing from their wounds.
