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The cold wind rustled the curtains of the bedroom, and Ban Qingya suddenly jolted awake from her dreams.
The cool moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a silvery sheen across the floor.
Her brows furrowed.
Something felt off...
A strange sensation washed over her heart, leaving her feeling uneasy.
Moreover, there was a persistent, unfamiliar knocking coming from the living room, yet no one spoke; it was just a silent rapping at the door.
Knock knock knock—knock knock knock—
The rhythmic knocking sounded particularly eerie and jarring in the dark of night, as if some monstrous creature were waiting outside to break in.
"Who is it? Is there something you need?"
Ban Qingya got out of bed, wearing a nightgown as she walked toward the door, curiously inquiring.
"Is something happening at the camp in the middle of the night?"
However...
Knock knock knock—knock knock knock—knock knock knock—
The silent knocking continued, but Ban Qingya's question went unanswered.
Her brows knitted tighter.
She walked calmly into the living room, retrieving a sharp machete and a black handgun from the coffee table.
With her right hand gripping the machete tightly and her left hand holding the gun, Ban Qingya stepped toward the entrance.
"Who’s out there? Do you need something from me?"
There was still no response. The other side of the door seemed to be enveloped in silence, with no words coming through—only the persistent sound of knocking continued.
Ban Qingya's brow furrowed tightly, her unease growing stronger by the moment.
She aimed the gun at the door, her gaze turning cold.
"Who is it outside? If you don’t speak, I’ll shoot!"
The knocking paused for a brief moment before resuming, almost like a death knell.
Knock knock knock—knock knock knock—knock knock knock—
The rhythmic knocking echoed in the darkness, filled with an eerie atmosphere that sent chills down her spine.
Ban Qingya took a deep breath and focused her eyes on the peephole in the door.
However, all she could see in the pitch-black hallway was nothing; the knocking continued relentlessly.
Knock knock knock—knock knock knock—knock knock knock—
Frowning, Ban Qingya stepped back, casting one last glance at the door before heading straight toward the balcony in the living room.
From there, she could see the entire situation within the camp and naturally call for anyone inside. Regardless of whether the person outside was playing a prank or something else, she could not simply let them in.
Then...
"Sister Qingya, please open the door!"
At that moment, as Ban Qingya turned, a frantic voice from behind the door reached her ears. "Keara is dying! You have to come and save her!"
The girl's voice was laced with tears, causing Ban Qingya to freeze in place.
She turned to look at the door to the living room, her expression one of shock.
"Ling'er? Is that you?"
The knocking had stopped, but the girl's desperate cries still echoed through the closed door.
"Sister Qingya, please hurry and open the door! Keara really can't hold on much longer! She's seriously injured!"
Instinctively, Ban Qingya rushed forward to open the door; however, as her hand grasped the doorknob, she hesitated.
She recalled the series of relentless knocks that had come before. Her previously relaxed brow furrowed once again.
"Ling'er, is it really you? What happened? Keara is injured? How did she get hurt? And why didn't you speak when I asked you earlier?"
"I didn't mean to... Ugh... cough cough..."
It sounded as if she was struggling to speak. Outside the door came the sound of the girl violently coughing, seemingly in agony as if she were coughing up blood, unable to form a complete sentence.
Ban Qingya was momentarily stunned, then anxiously shouted out.
"Ling'er? Ling'er! What happened? Are you okay? Please respond!"
A dull thud echoed from outside the door, as if a body had collapsed to the ground, followed by an eerie silence.
The knocking ceased, the girl's voice vanished, and everything fell into absolute stillness.
Ban Qingya stood there, bewildered, her face gradually filling with anxiety amidst the strange silence.
"Ling'er! Are you alright?"
She quickly dropped her gun and fumbled for her keys to unlock the door that had been bolted shut. However, what usually felt like a brief moment of opening the door now seemed extraordinarily prolonged.
As soon as the lock clicked open, a look of surprise crossed her face.
She pushed open the metal door and rushed outside, her expression frantic.
"Ling'er! You—"
What greeted her was a grotesque and twisted monster.
It was a large and bloated creature covered in repulsive tentacles.
Among those writhing tentacles were two bodies impaled through them. The lifeless forms of Ling'er and Keara hung there, their eyes wide open in death, swaying gently in the corridor.
Upon seeing Ban Qingya emerge from the door, a joyful smile spread across the monster's face.
“Caw caw... caw caw... hee hee hee... hee hee hee hee...”
Amidst the eerie laughter, several menacing tentacles suddenly pierced through, instantly impaling Ban Qingya's chest, blood splattering everywhere.
“Ha—”
Ban Qingya jolted upright from her bed, drenched in sweat.
She pressed her hand against her chest in terror, faintly recalling the horrific scene of her own demise.
“Ha... ha... ha...”
As her breath quickened to an extreme, her mind gradually settled from the nightmare.
Looking out at the cold moonlight streaming through the window, she couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.
Indeed, the recent stress had been overwhelming, leading her to have such strange nightmares.
Even Mr. Chu Donglin had said that not even a Third-Stage Zombie could harm Ling'er and Keara; yet here she was, plagued by such bizarre dreams... and that monster had even taken the form of Mr. Pan Dayou... Sigh... it seemed she was truly on edge.
Sitting on the bed, Ban Qingya wiped the sweat from her forehead, slowly calming the tumultuous emotions that had surged after awakening from the nightmare, a self-deprecating smile forming on her lips.
However, in the next moment, her body froze.
Knock knock knock—knock knock knock—knock knock knock—
A rhythmic knocking echoed from the direction of the living room, as if someone was waiting outside the front door.
In the quiet of the deep night, the sound of knocking echoed with a chilling intensity, slowly spreading throughout the room, sending shivers down Ban Qingya's spine.
She looked fearfully toward the door, instinctively clutching the bedsheet in her hands.
"Who... who is there?"
The knocking fell silent for a few seconds before resuming.
Ban Qingya swallowed hard and cautiously got out of bed, making her way into the living room.
She fished out a black handgun and a sharp Machete from beneath the coffee table. Hesitantly, she approached the front door and called out.
"Who is it?"
From behind the door, a voice cried out in distress.
"Sister Qingya, please open the door! Keara is dying, you have to come save her!"
The cry was identical to that from her dreams, and Ban Qingya's expression froze. (To be continued...)
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