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Zhong Kui's Diary
I walked up at an angle for about twenty meters, and the passage turned left. At the corner, there was a Right Foot placed on the Stairs. This time, I didn't shoot but signaled Fatty and Wen Zhan to aim their guns at the Right Foot. Approaching it, I poked it with my bayonet and found that this Right Foot also came from a living person. Moreover, there was no strange eye on the sole of this Right Foot, indicating that it was not one of Zhang Qixia's Severed Limbs.
I kicked it aside and continued upward. After walking about thirty more meters, there was another left turn ahead, and on the Stairs at the corner, there was a left hand. I glanced casually and did not see any eyes in the palm.
Damn, how long is this going to go on? Aren't they tired of playing this trick?
I kicked it aside with a swift kick. Just a few steps forward, Wen Qianqian let out a sharp scream, followed by the sound of a Submachine Gun firing.
Turning back, I saw that the left hand I had just kicked aside had actually grabbed Wen Qianqian's throat, while her Submachine Gun was wildly spraying bullets down the passage.
Damn, this left hand is actually one of Zhang Qixia's Severed Limbs.
Wen Zhan reacted immediately and rushed forward but hesitated to reach out because at that moment, Wen Qianqian's Submachine Gun was firing indiscriminately. He shouted sternly, “Qianqian, don’t shoot!”
Fortunately, Wen Qianqian was also trained in martial arts and quickly calmed down. Although she was still being choked by the left hand, she stopped firing. At this moment, Wen Zhan leaped up and grabbed the arm of that left hand, pulling it straight with all his might. Then he shouted, “Boss Ding, quickly use your Shotgun to shoot it!”
Fatty hurried over and brought the muzzle of his Shotgun close to the arm of that left hand. The passage was so narrow that all four of us were crowded together; if he didn’t shoot closely against the arm, he might accidentally injure one of us.
I turned around and aimed my gun down the passage to prevent those Severed Limbs from taking advantage of the situation to launch a sneak attack.
Before Fatty could fire, Wen Zhan suddenly let out a furious roar, which abruptly stopped as if something had grabbed his throat. I couldn't help but look back and saw that a right hand had appeared around Wen Zhan's neck. Clearly, this right hand had stealthily followed from behind and seized the opportunity to ambush him.
At that moment, I heard something rushing toward me from behind. Startled, I quickly turned around but couldn't see clearly what it was. Without thinking twice, I pulled the trigger.
The bullets from my Submachine Gun seemed to hit flesh as I finally saw that it was a left foot. Despite being shot to pieces by my gunfire and retreating continuously, it showed no intention of escaping; instead, it was desperately lunging forward.
Not far away, a Right Foot was rapidly hopping toward me. With each jump, its sole faced me in mid-air. In the dim light, the green eye on its bottom looked particularly eerie.
Damn, so you're playing tricks like attacking from both sides? Fine! I'll give you a sweeping strike and see if I can't take you all down.
I gritted my teeth and squeezed the trigger as my Submachine Gun swept side to side. Bullets continuously struck both legs, forcing them back with tremendous impact. Although they kept charging forward, they couldn't advance even an inch.
Boom! The sound of the shotgun echoed from behind, deep and muffled. It was clear that Fatty had fired the shot right against the arm of that left hand. Without Wen Zhan to help hold the arm, Fatty must have exerted quite a bit of effort to press the gun against it.
Fatty pushed and pulled on the shotgun's pump again, firing another shot.
With this shot, it seemed something hit the ground and then quickly escaped. At that moment, Wen Qianqian behind us seemed to let out a long breath, and then we heard Fatty shout, "Sister, go help Ghost Brother! I'll assist Wen Zhan!"
Wen Qianqian responded affirmatively, and soon after, a figure stood beside me. The submachine gun opened fire at the two feet in front of us. With Wen Qianqian's help, those two feet could no longer withstand the assault, and blood and flesh splattered from the arm.
Seeing the situation turn dire, the two feet sprang off the ground and instantly disappeared down the corridor.
Two more loud booms from the shotgun followed, accompanied by Fatty's curses: "Damn it, if you have guts, don't run! Let's settle this!"
Turning back, I saw Wen Zhan rubbing his neck in distress, looking at me with a bitter smile: "I thought my Kung Fu would be useful, but it turns out to be completely useless."
I smiled wryly to comfort him: "These severed limbs can't be cut or shot down easily. Not only are they incredibly strong, but they also move with great speed. The most frustrating part is that they are different from our previous opponents. Our past enemies were human—having heads, necks, and bellies—so when we were attacked, we could target their vital points to force them into defense. But these are just hands; there are no other vital points to attack. Naturally, our Kung Fu doesn't apply here."
"Fortunately we have guns and plenty of bullets," Fatty said with a grin as he loaded the shotgun. "It's lucky that there aren't too many severed limbs—just two hands and two feet. If we had faced hundreds of Golden Puppets like we did in Sun City, we would have been done for."
"Golden Puppet?" Wen Zhan repeated in surprise, fearing he had misheard.
Fatty briefly recounted the incident in Sun City involving the Golden Puppets. Wen Zhan immediately looked intrigued: "I didn't expect you two brothers to have such experiences; life is truly exciting."
I chuckled lightly: "Aren't we quite exciting ourselves right now?"
The four of us reloaded our bullets and continued onward. After walking about twenty meters, we came across a flat corridor where a left hand and a left foot lay at the very front.
This time, without hesitation, we opened fire on the left hand and foot, blasting them into mush.
"These hands and feet shouldn't belong to that Four," Wen Qianqian suddenly remarked.
"How can you be so sure?" Wen Zhan asked in confusion.
"You all remember when we came out of the Golden Silver Pavilion room, right? At that time, Fat Brother shot at Four's left foot, blowing a chunk off his foot." Wen Qianqian frowned and pointed at the shattered left foot on the ground. "Look, although this foot has been beaten to a pulp, its sole is still intact."
Indeed, it was.
If it wasn't Four's limbs, whose could it be? Du Neng had already been ruled out, and Li Xiaoxiao was also impossible. Could it be that other people had died in this place?
Were they from the Wei Family?
Were they nearby villagers?
Or one of the Muscular Men like Two, Three, or Five?
Everyone shared their guesses, but these speculations were quickly dismissed one by one, and ultimately, they stopped this pointless guessing and continued forward.
After walking more than thirty meters, there was another upward passage ahead.
Just as we were about to proceed, a loud clang echoed from above the passage, as if someone had lifted a metal cover. Then we saw light streaming down from above the passage.
This was actually the exit!
In an instant, we were filled with both joy and surprise; joy because we could finally leave this cursed place, and surprise at who had lifted the metal cover.
As we exchanged glances, a slow yet heavy sound of footsteps came from above the passage. The rhythm of these footsteps was strange, almost resonating with my heartbeat. Step by step, it felt as if they were stepping into my heart.
With each step, a figure slowly descended from above the passage. First came two feet, then legs, knees, thighs... These two legs were completely bare and exposed without any fabric covering them. They looked very similar to the Severed Limbs we had just fought.
Fatty was about to shoot when I stopped him. "Wait a moment!"
Continuing to watch the person descending from above the passage, I noticed that their walking posture was extremely unnatural; it seemed as if they were a marionette being controlled by invisible strings.
As this person continued to come down, we could see their abdomen and chest next, followed by two bare arms wrapped around their chest. Finally, we saw their neck, chin, and lips...
When we clearly saw this person's face, we all gasped in shock.
This person was Fang Feng.
However, this 'Fang Feng' was very strange; his eyes were tightly closed, and there was not a trace of color on his face, as if he were a Zombie. His exposed limbs had an odd feeling, as if they did not belong to him at all, but were merely attached to his body.
Fang Feng stopped about five meters in front of us, paused for a moment, and slowly extended his hands. In the palms of his hands were two eerie green eyes, staring intently at us, filled with hatred and anger.
In an instant, I understood. The hands and feet we had seen earlier in the corridor were torn from Fang Feng's body. These Severed Limbs had been removed to make way for their own replacement. Although I did not know their purpose for doing this, it was clear that it was not for fun.
"Damn you, beast!" Fatty shouted without hesitation and fired a shot at Fang Feng's chest.
With a loud bang, Fatty's shot blew a hole the size of a Sea Bowl in Fang Feng's chest. No blood flowed out of the hole, but we could see the organs inside—heart, lungs, and a mass of blood.
Fang Feng staggered slightly from Fatty's shot but did not fall; instead, he took a large step forward.
"Damn it, I don't believe in evil!" Fatty raised his arm slightly and fired again.
This shot hit Fang Feng's head directly. Instantly, half of Fang Feng's head was blown off; all that remained was one eye, half a nose, and half a mouth. From the blasted area, something was splattering outwards, creating an extremely disgusting scene.
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