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Pei Zi was taken aback, perhaps sensing that there was indeed something behind him. He did not turn around directly but quickly darted to the side, simultaneously shining the flashlight toward that thing. At that moment, I finally saw what it looked like!
"Oh my God!" Sudai exclaimed, and I could hardly believe my eyes either. Standing in front of us was a person whose skin had been peeled off their face!
The face was completely bloodied, and there were even Corpse Cockroaches crawling on it, making me feel nauseous and wanting to vomit. In an instant, that thing moved slightly, and then its bloody face turned toward us, emitting a growling sound from its throat like a beast. How could it still move like this? Was it dead or alive?
"What are you looking at? Run!" Pei Zi shouted urgently. I immediately reacted; seeing that bloody face getting closer to me, I ran to the side as fast as I could but was still grabbed by that thing. Instantly, I felt a burning pain in my arm as if something had seared it. Oh my God, this was terrifying! I never expected to see such a bloody scene right away; I thought at least some time would pass before danger struck.
Because of the appearance of this Peeling Monster, I didn't even know where I had run to. My arm was still burning with pain, and the absolute darkness here made it hard for me to see anything clearly. So I decisively turned on the flashlight, not daring to make a sound as I carefully walked while searching for Pei Zi, Song A, and the others.
This tomb was much larger than the one I had entered before; the width of this corridor was comparable to the length of that room!
"Growl..." Just as I was examining the surrounding structure, that terrifying sound suddenly echoed again. I was so frightened that I immediately turned around, only to see a bloody face…
The shock was sudden; I hadn't even prepared myself mentally when that thing grabbed my shoulder and threw me into a nearby tomb chamber. Its strength was immense; I crashed into the wall opposite and felt as if my Internal Organs were vibrating. The air was thick with Blood Stench.
Seeing it reluctantly chase after me, I endured the pain and stood up to back away. However, after just a few steps back, the ground suddenly gave way beneath me, and I lost control as I fell down. During the fall, my flashlight also slipped from my grasp! It was pitch black here; I couldn't see anything at all. I hated this feeling—absolutely hated it! Just a little bit of light would be enough! I had no idea where my flashlight had fallen; the air here felt oppressive and carried the unique stench of decay from the ancient tomb…
A cold, eerie wind swept through, making everything seem so bizarre.
Although I feared touching something unpleasant, I had no choice but to search for my flashlight. Every second felt like an eternity. Before I could find it, a sharp and terrifying sound suddenly pierced through the surroundings. How could I describe it? It sounded like nails scraping against glass! Yes, that kind of sound—like countless hands scratching on glass all around me!
The sound was chilling, and it startled everyone!
I could almost clearly feel my hands and feet trembling. I didn't know what was making that noise, nor could I see any terrifying things around me. I had no idea if there were corpses in the room crawling towards me...
The sound of nails scraping against glass grew louder and closer. I forced myself to endure the trembling in my legs and crawled forward quickly, but suddenly something grabbed tightly onto my leg. It felt as if countless sharp objects were biting into my ankle, causing intense pain! It was like being gnawed by a thousand ants. I kicked wildly, and perhaps I kicked it hard enough that it loosened its grip. I quickly crawled forward again, and at that moment, I finally touched something cold—it was a flashlight!
Fortunately, the flashlight I bought was intact and not broken. I immediately pressed the switch, and when I looked up, I was completely stunned. There were no corpses crawling towards me, but there was blood—lots and lots of it—blood that seemed to be 'moving'! Some of it even touched my hand, and in that instant, it felt soft yet hard, like human hair...
Regardless of whether it was blood or hair, it was something I absolutely did not want to see, especially in such large quantities that were still moving—it was eerie! I felt a chill run down my spine!
Before long, those red things began to crawl up my hand. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain; I forcefully shook off the clump of hair and saw that my hand had already been bitten and was bleeding! I immediately shook off the blood-red hair from my hand. Damn it, what on earth is this thing that can bite people!
This stuff was everywhere; I was almost going insane. But I didn't want to die here like this—I had just entered the fight! How could I sacrifice myself so easily? Somehow finding courage, I suddenly got up and started stomping on the 'blood' beneath my feet. I stomped with all my might; there was no way this ghostly thing could survive being stomped on!
However, after a while of stomping, despair set in again because those things were not blood at all; they were not liquid either—they were blood-red hair! Dense strands of hair! Beautiful yet tragic like blood! They were rapidly crawling up from under my feet, bringing with them waves of stinging pain. Perhaps due to the fabric of my clothes, it wasn't as intense as the pain on my hands.
Right! Since it's hair, it must be afraid of fire! Enduring the excruciating bites, I quickly turned on the flashlight and found my backpack. I pulled out a lighter and ignited it. The moment the flame appeared, the hair on my legs retreated, revealing my legs covered in bloodstains. While using the fire to fend off these hairs from attacking me again, I backed away towards a corner. I really hoped there would be a door here! I screamed internally while looking back hopefully, but when I turned around, what greeted me was a pale face! That face looked somewhat twisted, with dark eyes staring intently at me!
Heaven, can you please stop messing with me!
I was so scared that I fell to the ground. Slowly lifting the flashlight again revealed nothing on the wall. No way—could it be that I misread it? Standing up again this time allowed me to clearly see that pale face before me. I stared at him; he stared back at me. After a moment, realization struck me—damn it, that person is me!
Could this be a mirror? Confused, I reached out to touch it; the temperature wasn't low at all. It seemed not to be a glass mirror but rather some kind of crystalline material because it was polished so smoothly that it reflected a person's image?
Unable to make sense of it, I decided to stop thinking. Finding an exit was the priority, but before I could locate one, those Crimson Long Hairs lunged at me again. Even though the lighter in my hand was still burning, they crawled towards me like moths drawn to a flame. It wasn't until I felt an intense heat that I reluctantly extinguished the fire. In an instant, everything around me fell into absolute darkness, and at that moment, my flashlight accidentally slipped from my grasp.
Despair; that was the only feeling I had at this moment. I knew this time it was definitely not an illusion because the piercing pain was too real—so real that even fainting felt like a luxury.
"Tsk..."
Just when I was at my wit's end, I suddenly heard someone click their tongue in my mind. I immediately became alert—someone must be here to save me! I struggled to sit up with all my might, but the darkness around me remained unbroken; no one came to rescue me.
The hair wrapped around me again, and I could only cover my ears and mouth to prevent it from entering my body. Until the very last moment, I truly did not want to give up; I did not want to die!
Creak—
It sounded like the sound of a door opening. The next second, a sliver of light shone through. I struggled to lift my eyes and saw a young man with a delicate face standing there...
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