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Trapped inside the armored vehicle, Li Dapeng spoke with agitation, as if he had truly seen something supernatural. Fatty had no choice but to turn around and look, but he found nothing.
Fatty muttered under his breath, "Great! You're just another kid who talks big. Don't try to play tricks on me. When I was sneaking a peek at a widow bathing, your old man was still wearing split-crotch pants!"
Li Dapeng ignored Fatty's joke, his eyes wide open, fixated on a spot behind Fatty. His expression certainly did not seem fake!
Fatty's eyes darted around, thinking, "Could there really be ghosts?"
He held Li Dapeng back and turned to look again, but there was nothing in sight. Apart from a few scattered stones by the roadside, there was nothing else.
Fatty shook his head and turned in another direction, still finding nothing—just a tire mark on the ground and not even a drop of bird droppings.
Fatty straightened his face and shouted at Li Dapeng, "You little brat! You think you can scare me all day long? Be careful; if I lose my temper, I'll give you a hundred slaps. Do you believe I can make your face swell up?"
Li Dapeng looked panicked, showing no signs of relief. In that moment, Fatty's mind raced as if he had thought of something significant!
"Damn it!" Fatty turned his neck to look around and then thought to himself, "Where did those three Zombie corpses go? Did they run away?"
His head buzzed with the thought, "It can't be that eerie!"
"Li Dapeng, what exactly did you see? Don't scare me!"
Li Dapeng opened his mouth wide and trembled as he said, "There's something... behind you..."
Fatty had already drawn out his Submachine Gun from behind him and held it firmly in hand. He didn't bother with Li Dapeng anymore and immediately spun around 180 degrees to face the position behind him.
However, Fatty still saw nothing. The bare roadside only had a few rough stones and some dry broken wood.
"It looks the same as before!" Fatty shook the gun barrel left and right, trying to find a target. After searching both sides without success, just as he was about to put away his gun in disbelief, he suddenly paused in thought. "I didn't see any Deadwood branches behind me earlier; could they have just fallen from the trees?"
Fatty looked up and noticed that there were indeed several Street Trees lining the roadside. However, the pieces of Deadwood lying on the road definitely did not belong to those trees; they resembled branches from ancient trees deep in the mountains—gnarled and twisted.
At first glance, Fatty didn't think those Deadwood branches were anything unusual. But then he reconsidered and felt cold sweat trickling down his back. He immediately shouted to Li Dapeng inside the armored vehicle, "Get inside the car and don't come out!"
With that, Fatty slammed the door shut behind him and raised his gun, focusing intently on those Deadwood branches. Although he didn't know what was going on here, Fatty dared not relax; when it came to life-and-death situations, he had never been careless.
The few Zombie corpses behind the armored vehicle had disappeared in a strange manner. From the vague drag marks on the ground, it was clear that something had moved them away, rather than those Zombie bodies coming back to life!
In an instant, Fatty's mind was alert. He aimed his single-shot weapon at the few Deadwood branches and cautiously approached. He wanted to see what was truly going on here!
The Deadwood branches lay across the road, with most of their bodies hidden in the grass by the roadside, making it difficult to discern their true length.
Li Dapeng was half-standing in the back seat of the vehicle, his eyes fixed outside, his mouth forming an astonished "O" shape that he couldn't close for a long time.
Fatty carefully moved closer to the Deadwood branches. However, throughout this action, there seemed to be no danger from them; they hadn't moved at all and appeared to be just ordinary decayed wood, completely incapable of any attack.
Under normal circumstances, Fatty wouldn't have taken these Deadwood branches seriously, but the recently vanished Zombie corpses made him suspicious!
The Submachine Gun was already off safety. If those Deadwood branches showed any signs of movement, they would undoubtedly be turned into splinters by Fatty's gunfire in an instant. Just as Fatty was on high alert, he suddenly heard a noise behind him.
The rustling sound resembled someone deliberately tiptoeing towards Fatty.
At that moment, Fatty felt a chill run down his spine. "Could it be that the noise behind me is the real threat? Damn it, I've been fooled!"
In a flash, Fatty quickly turned around, ready to unleash gunfire from his weapon when his mouth fell open in shock.
He saw a humanoid figure standing upright behind the armored vehicle, with a long slender arm already reaching through the vehicle's door and wrapping around Li Dapeng's chest!
This bizarre scene sent chills down Fatty's spine. "What on earth is that thing?"
It was no wonder Fatty was astonished; that humanoid figure was incredibly strange. Its body was flat and elongated, with a head and limbs resembling a thick rope—there was no proportion at all. Rather than being called humanoid, it would be more appropriate to refer to it as a rope-like creature.
Inside the vehicle, Li Dapeng emitted a nearly muffled tone; clearly, his chest was restricted. If the creature applied any more force, Li Dapeng could very well suffocate!
The Submachine Gun tightly gripped in Fatty's hands did not fire because at such close range and in such a dangerous situation, he wasn't confident he could take down the enemy with one shot!
With an angry roar, Fatty burst out of cover, intending to close in on the armored vehicle and engage in hand-to-hand combat with that monstrous entity. However, before he could take a step forward, he found himself bound by an unseen force from behind!
Stunned, Fatty glanced back and saw that the previously horizontal Deadwood branches had now agilely climbed up his legs and were tightly coiling around him.
"Your grandfather!" Fatty cursed under his breath, immediately tossing aside the Submachine Gun and shooting at the thing behind him.
The bullets struck the entangled Deadwood branch, creating a fist-sized hole and scattering wood chips everywhere, but the speed and strength of the entanglement did not diminish.
Fatty tried to escape using his physical strength, but despite exerting all his effort, it was ineffective. The Deadwood branch seemed invigorated, quickly climbing up to Fatty's neck.
At that moment, Fatty felt like a zongzi wrapped in bamboo leaves, about to be devoured!
Meanwhile, inside the armored vehicle, Li Dapeng was in an even worse situation. After being wrapped around the chest by a slender arm, the humanoid creature extended countless tendril-like appendages into Li Dapeng's wide-open mouth.
Seeing this scene, Fatty, trapped and disgusted, thought to himself, "So this thing is so grotesque; does that mean I'm going to be sickened to death?"
Before Fatty could think further, a force knocked the Submachine Gun from his hands, and the immense pressure on him made him grimace in pain.
"How could I, Fatty, who has lived so valiantly, end up in such a predicament today? Is it fate's jealousy of talent?" Fatty tightly closed his mouth and nose, fearing that strange things would invade his mouth. Just then, something small and fragmented crawled onto his face and attempted to pry open his mouth.
However, Fatty was determined; he wouldn't open his mouth no matter what.
After a moment of trying in vain, the small fragments retreated when they realized their efforts were futile.
At this point, Fatty understood he was powerless to resist. Instead of struggling wildly like a hero, he decided to quietly accept his fate as a handsome man! That was how Fatty thought.
Suddenly, the thing that couldn't enter began to tighten its grip around the Deadwood branch on Fatty's chest and neck. Fatty's vision went dark as he lost consciousness.
In a daze, Fatty felt like he was facing an untimely demise. "Damn it, am I really going to end up in the underworld like this?"
Fatty sensed his body swaying; he must have been supported by something. Shaking his head slightly, he began to regain consciousness. However, looking around him revealed no signs of any grim reaper or similar figures; it seemed he hadn't crossed over yet!
His mouth tasted bitter, but being an innate optimist, he smiled despite it. "Looks like I'm still alive!"
Slowly opening his eyes, Fatty noticed the sky was somewhat blue and felt heat beneath him.
He saw that his limbs were entangled by withered vines that left him no room to escape while his large backside rested on the ground as he was dragged along swiftly.
Seeing this scene, Fatty thought bitterly, "My well-shaped butt is going to be ruined like this!"
Turning his gaze, he saw Li Dapeng right next to him, and Fatty couldn't help but feel overjoyed. "Hey! Wake up!"
Clearly, Li Dapeng was lighter, so that strange thing had lifted him directly instead of dragging him along like it did with Fatty.
Fatty knew that Li Dapeng wouldn't wake up anytime soon, so he stopped exerting himself and began to observe the Ghosts beneath him.
Fatty indeed underestimated this thing. It looked almost like a dead vine, but its diameter was quite thick, almost matching Fatty's wrist.
Fatty glanced at the Ghosts that had grabbed him and estimated that this time he was in deep trouble. Looking around, he realized that the direction they were being dragged was towards the botanical garden he had seen earlier!
"Could it be that this Ghost is..." Fatty couldn't help but doubt, but suddenly, his buttocks slammed against a large rock, causing his teeth to chatter in pain.
At that moment, Fatty finally saw how long the thing wrapped around his limbs was; it extended from the botanical garden. To his right, a grotesque human head suddenly appeared!
Fatty's heart trembled. "Damn it, is this thing trying to kill me?"
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