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Zhong Kui's Diary
It's now!
I shouted, "Fatty!"
Then, I suddenly fell backward, my body bending like a broken Sugar Cane, with my knees as the pivot and my hands pushing against the ground, forming a 'π' shape suspended in mid-air.
This way, I created some distance from that left hand, making it easier for Fatty to shoot at it.
Without hesitation, Fatty fired a burst at the left hand in the air, bang bang bang bang. Then I heard two thuds; that was the sound of bullets hitting flesh. It seemed he had already hit it.
"Stop!" I yelled.
As Fatty ceased firing, I pushed my hands against the ground and sprang up like lightning, reaching for that left hand.
I wanted to catch it alive. After being shot twice, it should be less agile, right?
The left hand seemed to sense danger and quickly retreated into the room in the middle. Then it bounced off the floor and disappeared into the room across from us.
Damn, what kind of thing is this that can appear and vanish so mysteriously?
"Where's Wen Zhan?" I asked aloud.
Wen Qianqian replied hoarsely, "I don't know. After entering the room, I was walking in front, and Wen Zhan was behind me. He was about to come over to your side when suddenly I heard something dragging behind me. When I turned around, Wen Zhan was gone. Then this hand jumped out and started fighting with me."
Cursing under my breath, I took out my Shotgun and moved with Fatty, sandwiching Wen Qianqian between us. We carefully searched both rooms on the left but found no trace of Wen Zhan; it seemed he had vanished into thin air.
"Could he have gone back to the Hall?" Fatty suggested.
It is also possible. The three of us turned back to the Hall, and as soon as we arrived, I felt a chill run down my spine and couldn't help but gasp. Fatty started cursing loudly, while Wen Qianqian let out a scream.
In the center of the Hall, Fang Feng lay on the ground, his face pale and lifeless. Du Neng, however, was hanging from a beam in the middle of the Hall, a rope tightly wrapped around his neck. The noose was adjustable; the more he struggled, the tighter it became.
At that moment, Du Neng's face had turned purple, veins bulging, and his eyes were nearly popping out. He desperately clawed at the noose around his throat with his hands while his legs kicked wildly in the air. However, it seemed that his struggles were becoming weaker, and he looked like he was about to lose consciousness.
I pulled out my dagger and took a running leap, soaring into the air to slash at the rope. At this moment, cutting the rope was the only way to resolve the urgent situation.
Just as my dagger was about to cut through the rope, a weak Du Neng suddenly threw a punch at my head. I never expected Du Neng to attack me; hadn't he lost all his strength?
Fortunately, years of martial arts training had formed an instinctive reaction. I twisted in mid-air and leaned my head back just in time for Du Neng's fist to graze past my nose. The force of that punch was incredibly swift; even just brushing by caused pain at my nose tip. I was astonished that Du Neng's punch had such power—it didn't seem like something an old man could muster. What was going on?
"Watch out!" Fatty's shout finally reached me.
Because I had twisted in mid-air, my dagger aimed at the rope had also deviated from its original path.
With a grunt, I decided to follow through with the momentum of my twist and spun like a top in mid-air, rotating 360 degrees clockwise. I intended to use this rotational force to cut through the rope with my right hand's dagger.
"Use your right hand!" Fatty shouted again from below.
My right hand?
Damn it! No wonder Du Neng's punch had such power; it turned out that right hand was causing trouble.
I was shocked but realized there was no time to change my position in mid-air. I could only grit my teeth and continue turning while swinging my dagger, hoping it would sever the rope.
Just as I completed my turn, a leg unexpectedly kicked toward me. At that moment, I clearly saw that Du Neng's legs were dangling in the air, swaying gently—this leg was not Du Neng's!
At this moment, I had no strength left to change my form and could only watch helplessly as a kick landed directly on my abdomen. The force of the kick was immense, and I fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, staggering back a few steps before barely stabilizing myself. I felt a tumult in my stomach, and for a while, I couldn't even speak.
"Damn! There's still a leg!" Fatty said without hesitation, lifting the Submachine Gun and pulling the trigger at that leg.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.
Due to the close distance, almost all the bullets hit that large leg. The leg trembled violently and fell to the ground, bouncing off and jumping straight out of the hole in the board wall, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, another right hand separated from Du Neng. This right hand was exactly the same one we had seen at the entrance of the hotel. The gunshot wound on its arm had healed, and I could see fresh red flesh at the wound site.
This right hand used Du Neng's shoulder for leverage and stood directly atop Du Neng's head. The strange eye in its palm continued to flicker with green light as it looked at Fatty, shooting out an angry glare that seemed intent on tearing Fatty into pieces.
What the hell is this creature? Even after being blasted open by a shotgun, it has already repaired itself?
Fatty looked up and saw that the right hand was glaring at him with such hatred, instantly furious: "Damn, do you think you're so tough?"
Edge pulled the trigger above, bullets flying everywhere. At that moment, he didn't even consider Du Neng's life or death.
The right hand immediately clenched into a fist, hiding the eye in its palm, then pointed its fingers at Du Neng's head. Its entire arm suddenly rolled through the air. Even so, two bullets from Fatty's barrage still hit the right hand's arm, while another bullet took off a large chunk of Du Neng's scalp.
The right hand trembled violently and fell directly to the ground. It then sprang back up like a spring after touching the ground and charged toward Fatty's throat without regard for the Submachine Gun's bullets.
At this point, I had also regained my composure. Without hesitation, I pulled out my shotgun and fired at this right hand.
With a loud bang, my shot missed the right hand but blew down that divine altar instead. The right hand seemed to fear such powerful fire from the shotgun; it abruptly stopped in mid-air and then darted through the hole in the board wall like lightning, disappearing into the trees outside.
"Damn!" Fatty slung his Submachine Gun over his back, pulled out his shotgun, opened the door, rushed outside, and fired two shots into the open space before cursing as he walked back in.
Looking at Du Neng, he was now suspended in the air, swaying gently back and forth. Blood flowed from his scalp, painting his entire face a deep red. It seemed he was as dead as one could be.
With another leap, I cut the rope above Du Neng's head. When his body fell to the ground, Fatty leaned over to check for breath and shook his head at me: "He's completely dead."
I pointed at Fang Feng: "What about this guy?"
Fatty moved closer to Fang Feng and checked for breath: "He still has a pulse."
Then, Fatty pinched Fang Feng's acupoint for a while, but Fang Feng didn't wake up. Fatty grew impatient and slapped Fang Feng's face with a loud smack.
Even after that, Fang Feng remained unconscious. Fatty cursed under his breath, put the gun back in his Spatial Bag, grabbed Fang Feng by the legs, stood up, and forcefully tossed him over his shoulder.
I had seen Fatty do this before. During a kidnapping case, after I rescued Zhou Zhixiong from the bottom of Star River, Fatty had used this same method to wake him up.
After shaking him a couple of times, a phone fell out of Fang Feng's pocket with a thud. Just as I was about to remind Fatty, I realized that this phone was the Shanzhai Phone that Fatty had shot to pieces earlier—the same one that had mysteriously disappeared after some antics at the entrance.
Damn, how did this Shanzhai Phone end up in Fang Feng's pocket?
Fatty was oblivious and continued jumping around. Finally, Fang Feng coughed violently and woke up.
After Fatty set him down, Fang Feng sat on the ground with a dazed expression, looking around as if he didn't know what had happened. I walked in front of him and smiled: "Are you awake now?"
Fang Feng looked surprised and shook his head before nodding.
I snorted, crouched down with my gun in hand, and slapped Fang Feng again. Fatty stood by in shock for a moment before saying: "Ghost Brother, he's already awake; there's no need to hit him again."
Fang Feng covered his face and looked at me with anger and confusion: "Why did you hit me?"
I picked up the Shanzhai Phone from the ground and placed it in front of him, sternly demanding, "How did this phone end up in your pocket?"
"Damn!" Fatty finally noticed the Shanzhai Phone. Upon hearing my words, he became furious and threw a punch at Fang Feng, knocking him to the ground. Fang Feng groaned for a while before getting back up, his cheek swollen and blood streaming from his nose.
"How did this phone end up in your pocket?" Fatty pulled out a shotgun and pressed it against Fang Feng's forehead, grinning menacingly. "You can deny it, but I've never blown someone’s head off before. Today seems like a good day to start with you. I’ll count to three—one..."
Fang Feng panicked immediately, stuttering, "I... I don’t know how it... ended up in my pocket. I really... don’t know! Don’t shoot... I don’t know anything..."
"Two..." Fatty's face was twisted with rage, gritting his teeth.
"I really don’t know! I don’t know anything... please don’t shoot..." Fang Feng cried out hoarsely, his eyes darting around as if searching for someone to help him.
Just as his gaze shifted behind me, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, as if he had seen something incredible.
I turned to see what he was looking at and caught sight of a shadow flashing behind me, something rapidly approaching.
I turned back in shock just in time to see a left hand shooting towards me, the index and middle fingers spread apart, aiming directly at my eyes, with an eerie green light flickering in the palm.
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