A norm type monster that had been slashed by Wen Xishu suddenly bit onto Wen Xishu’s neck from behind.
Sharp teeth pierced through Wen Xishu’s skin and into his blood vessels.
Sprayed blood enraged Wen Xishu, unleashing a power beyond his limits as he single-handedly pulled the norm type monster towards him, his eyes filled with confusion.
For this norm type monster should have been dead.
Most of these norm type monsters were falling apart from not feeding on live creatures for so long.
Yet this particular norm type monster appeared to be healthier than the rest.
Furiously, Wen Xishu stomped on the monster’s head, and as it howled in pain, now dying, Wen Xishu swung his blade, forcing back other norm types, then drove his blade down, piercing through the monster’s skull.
But an eerie scene followed as the blade pierced the monster’s head; instead of dying...
The ragged flesh on its body started to regenerate. It gained strength and abruptly clamped onto Wen Xishu’s calf.
At this moment, Wen Xishu realized something was wrong.
This blade... has a problem!
The surrounding norm type monsters, lacking intelligence, did not realize that this blade couldn’t kill them.
But their craving for flesh drove them to lunge at Wen Xishu one by one.
Instinctively, Wen Xishu swung his blade, which should have sliced through several monsters, bisecting or decapitating them...
But these monsters merely became more "healthy".
Eventually, another norm type monster bit onto Wen Xishu’s ear...
The monster at his feet started tearing at the flesh of his calf.
His waist, shoulders, hair—more and more norm types piled onto Wen Xishu.
From outside the television, Wen Xishu was no longer visible, only a swarm of norm type monsters devouring him like flies on rotting meat.
And inside the train, norm type monsters kept streaming in.
"Help me! Help me!"
This was Wen Xishu’s cry for help, seeking assistance as his consciousness began to fade.
Wang Ying said:
"Safe travels... He’s beyond saving."
Aspasia thought the same; when the first monster bit Wen Xishu’s neck and drew blood, she was amazed the boy didn’t immediately die...
If Wen Xishu had survived, he might have been a bloodthirsty, effective killer for Slaughter Tower, an excellent candidate to train.
Wen Xishu was not dead yet, in a terminal state, his flesh was being gnawed, bones exposed, a quarter of his head even bitten off. To the norm types, he seemed like a juicy dumpling. However, the norm type that had bitten off part of Wen Xishu’s head was silenced by his explosive strength, snapping its throat.
Yet, in such a situation where any ordinary person would die, the deranged youth still managed to unleash his last bit of life force, standing up in a bloodied and mangled state:
"Help me! Help me! I don’t want to die!"
Truly an incredible initial fighting power.
Wen Xishu thought that indeed, Wen Xishu was a natural fit for climbing the Slaughter Tower. This kind of situation, fighting with a partially missing head, was something he’d only seen in manga.
A true natural force and terrifying vitality.
Wen Xishu knew how to save Wen Xishu. In fact, with Wen Xishu’s head, he should have figured it out, but at this moment, Wen Xishu had lost clarity.
After weighing the pros and cons—Wen Xishu concluded that the value of this blade did not outweigh the disadvantages Wen Xishu would bring.
For in his extreme emotional state, Wen Xishu started sending bullet screen messages, which Wen Xishu could see through the TV.
[You bastards! Help me! Save me! Save me!]
Sorry, I don’t want to save such a rude local lunatic.
Wen Xishu remained silent.
In this situation, he should just commit suicide using that knife.
Yes, the note on this knife showed only a few words before Wen Xishu’s eyes—
Redeem, life, no kill, sharp.
This instantly reminded Wen Xishu that this was a knife of redemption, characterized by extreme sharpness, easily cutting through many hard objects. But against living beings, it was a blade of healing.
Although it couldn’t perform the miraculous revivals like Tessaiga from Inuyasha, it was indeed a non-lethal, healing knife.
Wen Xishu quite wanted this knife, a blade to behead fellow comrades, but considering that only one item could be taken out from the Three Towers... Wen Xishu sensed there must be a better item [reason: this knife appeared in a "No Ailments" room].
Moreover, the combat ability Wen Xishu exhibited was excessively strong; without Slaughter Tower attributes, this person was almost a War God template.
And more than the knife, Wen Xishu wanted to see this drama unfold, the deranged youth holding a blade completely contrary to his nature, failing to save himself even at the brink of death...
How ironic and amusing.
Wen Xishu’s presence made Wen Xishu feel a touch of destined artistry. A life-saving blade clashing with a death-loving wielder.
Wen Xishu died.
Without any prompts, the television screen flickered a few times, then turned to snow, and finally went to black.
Zheng Zai said fearfully:
"That kid... is dead?"
Zheng Zai did not like Wen Xishu, but he never thought Wen Xishu would die.
Aspasia was also a bit frightened:
"So...so in this museum, what items can we rely on? Even weapons... might hinder us!"
Wang Ying remained silent.
He was astonished by the unreasonable power Wen Xishu displayed, but indeed, some geniuses existed in reality.