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Zhong Kui's Diary
I can't live like this anymore!
Damn it, you Severed Limbs, when will you stop? Sneaking attacks over and over again, is this fun? If you have the guts, each of you take a Butcher's Knife and let's fight to the death.
Grumbling aside, I still need to deal with the immediate crisis. The left hand is coming at me with incredible speed; I barely have time to raise my Shotgun. I can only raise my palm to block between its Index Finger and Middle Finger. No matter how fierce your attack is, as long as I can hold this position, you won't be able to poke my eyes out.
The strange eye in the palm of the left hand actually shows a hint of disdain, completely ignoring my block, and continues to swiftly jab at my eyeball. Just as my palm is about to intercept between its two fingers, it suddenly halts, as if it has no inertia, stopping directly in mid-air.
Then, its Middle Finger and Index Finger rapidly extend. What was originally about ten centimeters long suddenly stretches to half a meter. If I can't dodge in time, these two fingers could easily poke into my eye socket or even penetrate my skull.
I don't know how many times I've faced danger before; those past experiences either made my scalp tingle or my hair stand on end. But never have I felt so close to death as I do now.
In an instant, those two fingers are already in front of me.
In a moment of desperation, I throw my head back with all my might. Due to the force, I even hear a crack from my neck. Then, I feel two gusts of wind brush past my forehead, causing a sharp pain as if two red-hot iron rods had scraped by.
If those two fingers had aimed for my nose instead of my eyes, or even just moved down an inch, I would have been dead on the spot.
At this moment, I'm drenched in cold sweat and filled with dread.
Just then, Fatty beside me swings his gun and strikes the left hand. The left hand seems unprepared for Fatty's attack and gets hit directly on the arm. With a loud thud, the left hand is knocked back over two meters and slams against the Board Wall on the left side of the Hall.
Fatty curses and stands up, firing two shots at the left hand. These shots miss the left hand but instead blast a basin-sized hole in the Board Wall, revealing the situation in the Left Room.
Having narrowly escaped death, I furiously grab my Shotgun and prepare to fire two shots at it. However, it flicks its fingertip against the Board Wall and slips directly through the Hole into the left room.
"Chase!" I grabbed my gun and rushed towards the door on the left, shouting, "Fatty, you flank from the other side, Wen Qianqian, keep an eye on Fang Feng."
Fatty responded with an "Oh," and turned to dash into the room across from us, while Wen Qianqian also acknowledged.
Soon, Fatty and I met in the middle room, exchanging glances and almost simultaneously asking, "Did you see anything?"
Then we both answered at the same time, "Nothing here!"
"Damn, this is really strange." Both Fatty and I were exceptionally frustrated; there were no traps or secret passages in this room, and since we were flanking from both sides, it was bizarre that this left hand had vanished without a trace.
After thinking for a moment, I suddenly came up with an idea. Just as I was about to speak up, I heard Fatty grit his teeth and say, "Ghost Brother, I have a plan."
"What plan?" I looked at Fatty suspiciously. Could it be that he thought of the same thing as me?
Sure enough, Fatty's face twisted with intensity as he said, "Set it on fire! Burn it down. No matter how impressive the secret passage is, a fire will reveal its true form."
Hearing Fatty say this, I firmly replied, "Right! We're on the same page. Let's burn it down."
Then we both took out our lighters and walked to the bed that Fatty had smashed. Not only was there wood, but there was also straw on the bed, making it very convenient for us to start a fire.
Just as Fatty was about to ignite the straw, I stopped him: "Wait, burning it like this won't be fast enough. Let's go to the kitchen and find some oil to pour in here."
"Uh, do you know where the kitchen is?" Fatty paused for a moment.
I thought carefully and was surprised to realize that there was no kitchen in Wei Family's wooden house. That was quite strange.
"Don't they eat?"
After a moment of confusion, I noticed that Fatty had already ignited the straw. I picked up a piece of wood nearby, intending to add it to the straw, when suddenly I remembered something. I kicked the already burning straw away and grabbed a blanket to cover the flames, patting it down until the fire was extinguished.
"Ghost Brother, what do you mean by this?" Fatty looked at me in shock.
"Damn, what if Wen Zhan is still inside? Wouldn't that burn him to death too?" I said while carefully checking for any remaining flames.
"That's true," Fatty nodded. "That guy seems quite bold; it would be a shame if he got burned."
To ensure everything was safe, I decided to urinate on the spot where the straw had burned. Still not feeling reassured, I called Fatty over to do the same. Once we confirmed it was safe, we returned to the Hall.
However, the situation in the Hall made us exchange worried glances again. Besides Du Neng's corpse, both Wen Qianqian and Fang Feng were missing.
"Wen Qianqian!" I shouted.
There was no response; instead, a gust of wind blew through, creaking the half-open wooden door.
"The door was closed before, but now it's half open. Did Wen Qianqian leave?" I frowned.
"Damn, what's wrong with her? Why did she leave without saying anything?" Fatty cursed and scratched his head. "Could she have gone back to get help?"
"Even if she wanted to leave, there's no way she would take Fang Feng with her," I said. "Could it be that Wen Qianqian was controlled by Fang Feng? That makes no sense; Wen Qianqian's combat power is no less than mine. Even if there were ten Fang Fengs, they wouldn't be her match."
"There's nothing hard to explain here. Wen Qianqian left first, and then Fang Feng went off on his own without anyone watching him. Otherwise, those two might have been dragged away by those hands earlier," Fatty replied with a chuckle, glancing at Du Neng's body on the ground. "It's a pity for Old Du, who charged into battle for a beauty—he died before achieving anything. Heh, thinking back on it now, I actually admire him."
"You admire him? You admire him and then shoot at him? You took a big chunk of his scalp off," I scornfully said.
"At that time, he was already dead, alright? I had no concern. Besides, I only took off his scalp, not his skull," Fatty retorted defiantly.
"Let's stop arguing about that and figure out what to do next," I said as I pulled out two cigarettes, lit them both, and handed one to Fatty. "Damn, out of the seven of us who came together, Old Du and that Li Xiaoxiao are dead, Wen Zhan is missing, and Wen Qianqian and Fang Feng are also unaccounted for."
Fatty just kept smoking in silence. After a while, he looked up and said, "I'm sure there are traps in this wooden house. It's possible they all fell into some kind of trap; we just can't find these mechanisms or secret passages."
"What else can we do?" I replied gloomily. "We've searched every room thoroughly from the Flower Board to the floor, and all the furniture—even the floor—has been smashed by you. There's nothing unusual."
Fatty chuckled, finished his cigarette in a few puffs, and flicked the butt straight into a hole blasted by his shotgun.
In this hall, we had blown three large holes in total. Two of them were on either side of the front door, created when I blasted them open with my shotgun before entering. The third hole was on the left side of the hall, made just now when Fatty shot at that left hand; it was through this hole that the hand escaped into the room.
Watching Fatty's cigarette butt land in the hole, I cursed, "Damn it, this house is made of wood. If you throw your cigarette butt around like that, it could catch fire."
Fatty laughed and said, "I'll go stomp it out!"
"Wait!" I took a deep drag from my cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, and stomped it out. "We'll go with you. From now on, we won't act alone."
Fatty waved his shotgun with a grin. "What are you afraid of? We have this."
"Damn it, your gun will eventually run out of bullets. What if a hand or a foot suddenly rushes at you while you're reloading? What will you do then?" I joked while scolding him.
"Good things don't work; bad things do. Ghost Brother, you should watch your words," Fatty laughed heartily.
Upon entering the Left Room, the two of them were taken aback because there was no hole on the Board Wall that had been blasted out by a shotgun.
"Where the hell is the hole? Where did it go?"
According to the position of the hole outside, it should clearly be in this room.
They returned to the Hall and looked; the large hole in the Basin still existed, and from the hole, they could see into that room clearly, with a bed and a table.
"Wait a minute!" I frowned and said, "All the furniture in that room has been smashed by you. How come it looks just as it did from here?"
"Yeah. Could it be that my shot actually created a Time-Space Tunnel, and this hole can transport us back in time?" Fatty was stunned for a while before exclaiming in surprise.
I walked over to the hole and took a closer look, cursing, "What Time-Space Tunnel? This is just a painting."
Fatty came over, and both of them were amazed. The painting was affixed about half a meter behind the Board Wall, and with its incredibly realistic light and shadow effects, they had not noticed that it was just a painting.
"What does it mean that the Wei Family left such a large gap here?" Fatty curiously peered around at the hole and even shouted, "5—8—same—city—"
I laughed and scolded him, "What are you talking about? I know what's going on now."
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