Chapter 315 - 118: "The 2nd Night" (8000 words)_2
Before finishing the sentence, the zombie monster’s entire body started to emit a violent black mist that surged and filled the air!
In an instant, it changed from the guise of a puppet servant back to the zombie monster!
The warrior armored guest inside was startled and yelled, trying to close the door, but it was too late!
A cloud of black mist rushed at him, and the zombie monster had already stuck a hand into the door gap!
Crack!
As the door closed, its hand got caught in the door gap and couldn’t close tightly. The zombie monster roared and lunged forward fiercely!
Boom!
The door was smashed open with a loud bang!
The warrior armored guest roared, raised his sword, and slashed down!
Whoosh!
The bright blade flashed, and an arm of the zombie monster was cut off instantly! However, the monster ignored its severed arm, showing no concern as it lunged at the guest with wild laughter, shrouded in black mist!
With its remaining arm, it grabbed the neck of the warrior armored guest and forcibly pushed the seemingly bulky and heavy body into the room!
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"Ah!!!!!!!"
A piercing scream echoed from within the room.
Chen Yan stood behind his room door, nervously observing through the peephole, barely able to hear the screams!
Then, a thunderous ruckus came from the warrior armored guest’s room, with sounds of things being smashed.
Finally, after another scream, the warrior armored guest’s figure was seen frantically rushing out the door.
His armor had been torn open by a third, and his horned helmet was shattered, leaving his half-exposed face unrecognizable—his face was shredded and bloody, with one eyeball hanging out!
Even more terrifying, his right arm had been torn off from the shoulder, and blood was spurting furiously from the torn shoulder.
The guest staggered out of the room, his left hand clutching a long knife, but the blade was broken and only a small part remained.
As he stumbled out, his voice was distorted with desperation, yelling something loudly.
"Help me!!!!"
This time, Chen Yan understood: "Tasuke..."—the meaning of "help."
Well, I guess hard disk teachers sometimes perform special scenarios...
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Bam!
The warrior armored guest lost his balance and crashed into Chen Yan’s door, fell to the ground, blood still gushing from his shoulder. He screamed terribly and kept pounding on Chen Yan’s door, shouting for help.
Bam! Bam! Bam bam... The knocking grew more urgent.
Chen Yan stood behind the door, motionless, his face cold as he watched the hallway through the peephole.
From the room across, the zombie monster slowly emerged, black mist swirling around it. Somehow, the arm that was severed had reattached to its body.
As it came out, it held something in both hands—the severed arm of the warrior armored guest!
The arm stump was mangled, as if torn off rather than cut by a sharp weapon!
The zombie monster smiled, step by step approaching, extending a finger to lightly score the armor on the severed arm.
Its long black nail effortlessly cut through the arm guard.
Chen Yan watched in horror as the zombie monster peeled the armor off the severed arm like shelling a peanut. With a cruel grin, it revealed black, sharp fangs, and bit into the arm!
Twisting its neck, it tore off a chunk of flesh, then smiled and looked at the warrior armored guest slumped at Chen Yan’s door, chewing and swallowing the flesh one bite at a time!
The warrior armored guest was extremely weak, the short blade in his hand falling limply to the ground. He could only feebly knock on Chen Yan’s door, his nails scraping as he pleaded faintly, turning his screams into weak cries for help!
Chen Yan couldn’t understand what the man was saying, but he guessed he was begging for his life.
Begging Chen Yan to save him.
Chen Yan watched quietly, unmoving.
From a young age, he had always been cold-hearted—an orphan raised by his grandmother, what passion could you expect him to have for the world?
Besides... in this haunted place, this Secret Realm trial...
Except for himself and Chu Keqing, who were accidentally caught up, the other guests chose to be here for the trial!
Knowing it was a deadly place, they participated in the trial, coveting the so-called rewards from the master.
So let fate decide life and death!
The zombie monster stood in the middle of the hallway, before the warrior armored guest, chewing away the flesh from the severed arm, until even the bones were crunched and swallowed by its sharp black teeth!
Finally, the monster slowly approached, gripping the guest’s arm—the warrior armored guest no longer had the strength to resist, likely from losing too much blood from the torn shoulder.