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I couldn't help but keep a watchful eye as I looked at the bloodstains scattered across the floor. My grip on the handrail tightened, and the Searchlight strapped to my head, having been used for too long, emitted a faint and murky light, making some of the surroundings appear hazy.
I stared wide-eyed, not daring to blink.
The further I climbed, the more I noticed that the bloodstains clung to me like a pool of murky sludge that I couldn't shake off. After ascending about ten steps, I couldn't resist crouching down to examine the blood on the floor. It was sticky and a deep crimson, and when I touched it, I was startled to find that the blood had not yet completely dried.
"This is bad!" I exclaimed. As soon as I spoke, I hurriedly ran up the stairs. Fat Ma, seeing my sudden burst of speed, quickly followed suit with a shout of his own.
The footsteps behind us began to echo one after another.
By the time I reached the twentieth step, I had arrived on the second floor.
The dark and spacious environment suddenly engulfed me. Suddenly, the sound of wind in the air seemed to be torn apart, slicing through with a shrill scream.
I immediately sensed danger and urged everyone to crouch down.
Beneath my feet, shadows loomed large in the light.
"It's Bat!" Those terrifying creatures that dwell in darkness.
"Be careful; these things might be poisonous."
But they didn't seem to be coming toward us. Turning around, I saw that wherever there was blood on the floor and stairs, these Bats were frantically swooping down.
My heart involuntarily twitched at the sight; these beasts were actually feeding on blood.
To avoid becoming their next meal, I urged everyone to move quickly.
I had no idea how far we had gone—perhaps a hundred steps or so—when suddenly, several bright lights flickered on without warning, casting a Youlan glow.
Fat Ma slapped his forehead where the Searchlight was mounted and shook it vigorously, tapping on the glass of the lamp head. The bulb flickered ominously as if it might go out at any moment.
"This damn light seems like it's about to go out."
With a faint "bang," Fat Ma's searchlight extinguished.
"Damn it, look at my mouth!"
I counted; four lanterns had gone out, each in a corner, their dim light weak enough to vanish at any moment.
I glanced down at the ground...
Suddenly, Zhang Tong and Song Ran let out a scream.
"What happened?" I asked urgently.
"Look up there," Song Ran said, pointing in a direction.
Following her gaze, I saw a corpse hanging from the wooden beams. The body was unrecognizable, covered in countless wounds of all sizes.
It seemed all the blood had drained away; the skin was shriveled and tight, its color resembling that of a dying poplar tree, fingers elongated and emaciated.
The skin on the face looked as if it had been juiced, hanging down limply, completely devoid of human semblance.
Song Ran gagged at the sight and then suddenly vomited all over the ground. The air filled with a nauseating stench that mingled with an eerie, sinister atmosphere.
"What a tragic death! This damn thing doesn't even look human anymore," Fat Ma said, his tone laced with anger and a hint of fear.
"These might be the work of those bats," I blurted out.
Everyone exchanged glances, wide-eyed and fearful expressions creeping onto their faces.
"Sister Zhang, I'm scared. I don't want to die like that," Song Ran said, clutching Zhang Tong's hand with a sense of helplessness.
"Don't worry, with us here, you'll be safe!"
I couldn't help but glance towards the staircase. The group of Bat creatures had disappeared from there just moments ago; they must have caught a whiff of blood and wouldn't be back for a while.
"It shouldn't be the Bats!" the Mud Man spoke up.
"The height at which this body is hanging is beyond what these Bats could manage."
His words served as a reminder.
"Humans might not have been killed by the Bats, but the blood was definitely drained by them!" Fat Ma declared, thumping his chest.
No one contradicted him.
I stared at the body, then at its decorations. How... he... "It's Old Wang!" I shouted. My words hit like a thunderclap on a rippling water surface, erupting into a towering column of shock.
"Is it really Old Wang's head?" Fat Ma asked, astonished.
"It should be correct; I remember he wore a string of prayer beads."
The Mud Man looked up just in time to see the beads hanging in mid-air. Suddenly, his heart seemed to stop as he pulled me and Fat Ma back a few steps.
The five Eerie Figures sensed something was off and rushed forward.
"What happened? What is this?"
"It's a Zombie!" the Mud Man said calmly.
Fat Ma and I froze in place. The five Eerie Figures each drew black handguns, aiming at the body without hesitation as they fired five shots in quick succession.
The gunfire shattered the silence, ringing painfully in my ears.
Twenty-five bullets tore through the body, passing straight through without a single drop of liquid leaking out, as if all the nutrients had vanished from the corpse without a trace.
They holstered their pistols, and the hanging corpse swayed in the air from the impact of the gunfire.
Just when they thought they were safe, suddenly, the swaying corpse seemed to come back to life in an instant. Its legs twisted around one of the Eerie Figures' necks like two agile ropes.
With a sharp crack, within seconds, the Eerie Figure's head was severed from its neck, blood spraying out. At that moment, I felt my scalp tingle and a chill ran down my spine, my stomach churning violently.
Zhang Tong turned pale with fright, while Song Ran seemed so shocked that she forgot to react.
The remaining four Eerie Figures recoiled and retreated, opening fire with machine guns but failing to hit anything. The corpse had already climbed onto the roof beams and disappeared from sight, along with the severed head.
"Is this too strong? Bullets can't kill it!"
"This is already a dead person; what more do you want it to die from? Fatty, do you still have any Black Donkey Hoof on you?" I said to Fat Ma.
At that moment, the Mud Man quickly stepped forward, but another four people blocked his way.
"Dead is dead!"
The Mud Man halted his steps, looking angrily at the four individuals in front of him.
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