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Zhong Kui's Diary
I instinctively glanced at Wen Qianqian, thinking that this time she would surely be unable to hold it in and would vomit. To my surprise, aside from a slight furrow of her brow, she showed no signs of discomfort. It seemed that her temperament had been tempered to a great degree during this journey.
On Fang Feng's side, even though Fatty had blown a chunk off his head with a shot, he still took a large step forward. The green eyes in the palms of his hands looked at Fatty with resentment and mockery.
"This Fang Feng is already dead; hitting his head or body is useless. We can only attack his limbs," I shouted. "Fatty and I will team up, while Wen Zhan and Wen Qianqian will team up. Everyone take turns shooting and focus on these Severed Limbs."
Wen Zhan and Wen Qianqian quickly moved to stand behind us, while Fatty and I aimed at Fang Feng's hands and feet and pulled the triggers.
Rat-tat-tat-tat!
My Submachine Gun swept along Fang Feng's right leg, firing from top to bottom and then bottom to top in succession, creating rows of holes in his leg.
Bang!
Fatty hit Fang Feng's left shoulder with a shot, blowing a large hole in it.
However, what shocked us was that the areas we hit—holes and gaps—were rapidly healing. In the blink of an eye, these wounds were completely restored, as if we were shooting at a shadow in water; after the ripples passed, the shadow remained unscathed.
At that moment, my Submachine Gun clicked empty, indicating that the magazine was out of bullets.
"Damn!" I cursed, a surge of anger rising within me. I quickly switched to a Shotgun and strode up to Fang Feng, pressing the Shotgun against his right leg and pulling the trigger.
With a loud bang, Fang Feng's right leg was blasted into a big pit, blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Without waiting for it to heal, I quickly pushed and pulled the chamber, firing another shot.
With a loud bang, the original wound had not yet healed, and with this shot, the wound grew even larger.
With a click, I pushed the chamber back again and fired at the wound once more.
This shot pierced through the wound instantly, creating a gaping hole.
Damn, here we go again. I quickly fired two more shots at the edges of the hole.
Bang! Bang! The hole was blown into a large gap.
Just as I was preparing to fire again to completely sever this leg, I heard Fatty and the others exclaiming behind me: "Heart!"
At the same time, a gust of wind rushed down from above, and Fang Feng's right hand came crashing down towards my head.
In a moment of panic, I couldn't care less about shooting; I simply raised my gun to block it.
With a thud, his right hand struck the barrel directly. A tremendous force surged through me, and I felt a tearing pain in my palm as if it had been shattered. My whole body went numb, and the barrel bent from the impact, demonstrating just how powerful that blow was.
This right hand seemed to have increased its strength significantly compared to before. What could be the reason? Could it be due to fusion? Damn, are these Severed Limbs like Transformers?
It seemed my gun was already useless. I released it and forcefully retreated three meters. Meanwhile, everyone behind me began firing. The sound of submachine guns mixed with shotgun blasts filled the air like firecrackers during the Spring Festival, making the entire corridor incredibly noisy.
Although bullets rained down on Fang Feng's limbs, they had little effect. It was as if this guy was an alien creature or a liquid metal robot from the future. As soon as bullets hit him, he began to automatically heal. The more time passed, the faster he healed; often before the bullets even bounced away, his wounds were already closing up, with some bullet heads even getting trapped in his skin.
'Fang Feng' moved like a thousand-year-old corpse just waking up, slowly moving its limbs. At first, its movements were very slow and uncoordinated, but as it continued to move, its speed increased and became more agile. By the end, its limbs were dancing in the air, creating illusions.
Seeing this, I pulled out a shotgun and told everyone to reload their bullets. "Later, we will all shoot together, targeting its left hand and left leg. The impact of the bullets will push it back, and then we will rush to the exit from the left side. No matter what, we must get out first."
Everyone nodded in agreement. At that moment, 'Fang Feng' had stopped moving its limbs and stood still, both hands raised with two eerie green eyes glaring at us with immense resentment.
"Fire!" I shouted angrily as I stepped forward. My shotgun fired directly at 'Fang Feng's' right leg.
The others behind me also pulled their triggers, and the sound of gunfire echoed through the entire corridor like firecrackers.
Just as I imagined, 'Fang Feng' was forced to retreat two steps to the side by our volley.
"Run!" While shooting, I quickly ran past it and reached the stairs. I stopped and turned around to continue firing at 'Fang Feng' to cover those behind me.
Fatty and the others rushed over and stood beside me, desperately firing at 'Fang Feng', but they were slowly retreating. Wen Zhan and Wen Qianqian had already stepped onto the stairs.
"You two go first!" I shouted loudly. "Watch out for what's above."
Wen Zhan hesitated for a moment. "Ghost Brother, you should go first. I'll cover you!"
I immediately cursed loudly, "At a time like this, stop being polite! Do you think this is a game? Hurry up!"
Wen Zhan gritted his teeth and turned to run up with Wen Qianqian.
With two submachine guns missing, our firepower was significantly reduced. Although a single bullet from a submachine gun wasn't as powerful as a shotgun's, it could fire continuously. It seemed that 'Fang Feng' had regained some composure and was advancing toward us despite the bullets from me and Fatty.
Despite every shot from the Shotgun causing it to stagger and shake violently, it continued to advance towards us step by step.
At that moment, we heard the terrified shouts of Wen Zhan and Wen Qianqian from above the exit of the passage, indicating that something extremely horrifying was happening.
Could it be that something had gone wrong at the exit as well? Damn, is there no way to survive this?
I pulled the trigger hard, emptying the last bullet from my Shotgun. I reached into my Mustard Seed Pendant to grab another gun, but found nothing. It then dawned on me that Lou Wei had sent us a total of four Submachine Guns, six Shotguns, and six handguns, which Fatty and I had split. I had two Submachine Guns; one was just emptied of bullets, and the other was given to Wen Zhan.
As for the three remaining Shotguns, one was confiscated by the enemy. When I was shooting at him with my Submachine Gun, that shotgun was rendered useless by bullets. Another was smashed by the monster in front of me, also becoming scrap. The last one was out of bullets and was just as good as junk.
Reload? I didn’t think I had time to load my gun now.
With no other choice, I could only pull out a handgun. Although its power was limited, it was better than spitting at the monster.
However, at that moment when I took out the handgun, I felt a pile of round objects next to it. Wait, weren’t these Grenades? I immediately took one out and fired several shots at Fang Feng until my handgun was empty. Then I firmly pressed down on the safety lever of the Grenade, pulled off the Pull Ring, and shouted sternly to Fatty, “Run!”
Seeing that I had already removed the Pull Ring from the Grenade, Fatty didn’t seem too anxious either. He fired two shots at Fang Feng until his Shotgun was empty before turning to run up the Stairs. He knew that simply removing the Pull Ring wouldn’t activate the Grenade; it would only detonate after pulling off the Pull Ring and releasing the safety lever, followed by a few seconds delay before exploding.
After running up seven or eight steps of Stairs, Fatty looked up and stopped. He turned around and pulled out a Submachine Gun to place on the stairs while taking out another Shotgun. Crouching on the stairs, he fired a shot at Fang Feng and called out, “Ghost Brother, you can throw the Grenade now! The exit is right above us; we have plenty of time to get out.”
I responded with an "mm," directly throwing the Grenade at Fang Feng before sprinting away. As I reached the Stairs, I bent down to pick up a Submachine Gun while sternly urging Fatty to run up. At that moment, I instinctively glanced back and felt a chill run down my spine as I saw Fang Feng's right hand grasping the Grenade tightly before hurling it in our direction.
Damn, it's forcing me to risk my life!
With no choice left, I had to stop in my tracks. Just as the Grenade flew in front of me, I kicked it back with all my might. This kick felt like a life-or-death move because once activated, the Grenade would explode in just two or three seconds after being thrown back. I tossed it towards Fang Feng again; who knew if it would explode at the moment of impact?
Fortunately, luck was on my side; when I kicked the Grenade, it did not explode. I quickly turned around and pushed off with all my strength, propelling myself upward. Fatty was waiting above, grabbing my arm and pulling me up as we raced up the stairs, ascending about ten steps in an instant.
"Boom!"
A massive explosion echoed behind us, and the powerful shockwave sent steel balls from the Grenade crashing onto the stairs below. Several pieces of Bluestone on the lower stairs were instantly shattered.
Feeling a wave of fear wash over me, I thought about Marego Bi. If that Fang Feng had thrown the Grenade just a moment later, if I hadn't kicked it back immediately, if I hadn't jumped with all my might, and if Fatty hadn't pulled me up desperately, I would have been riddled with wounds by now.
I couldn't care less whether the Grenade had killed Fang Feng; we hurriedly continued our ascent. The Passage above was wide open, and Wen Zhan and Wen Qianqian were peering down, shouting, "Hurry! Hurry!"
Wait, were they okay? They had been screaming just moments ago, nearly making me wet my pants.
Climbing out of the Passage and looking outside, I realized we were right in front of the Wei Family's wooden house on a dirt platform. However, the ground was littered with corpses—well, that description might not be entirely accurate; there were severed limbs everywhere. From the heads scattered around, it appeared that these people were the landlady and several of her subordinates.
What was going on? Who had killed the landlady and her crew?
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