The cold and damp air carried an unpleasant mixture of musty mildew and a fishy stench.
Having missed the most opportune moment to leave, everything went off course.
Bai Lixin glanced at Dr. Garner’s pale face, tightened his grip on the other party’s wrist, and reassured, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep holding onto you.”
Dr. Garner’s face grew even darker: “…”
‘Thank you.’
He turned to look behind him; the entrance was already closed, leaving nothing but darkness.
The damp chill was like sharp arrows, effortlessly penetrating the thick clothing and skin, corroding every vein and muscle.
Under the invasion of the cold, the pores rapidly constricted, and the doctor couldn’t help but shiver.
They walked through this pitch-black tunnel for over half an hour.
Initially forced to follow Mr. X forward, he had missed the best time to leave, and by the time he came back to his senses after the fright, he found that they had already ended up deep within the tunnel.
What to do now?
Looking at the young man’s back, it can be seen that the young man was now very vulnerable to attacks. Perhaps, before reaching the deepest part of the tunnel, he could push the young man down and escape?
There might still be a chance to escape now.
Shua, shua—
Subtle sounds echoed in the tunnel.
The thoughts that had crossed the doctor’s mind retreated like a startled river clam. He gulped, lowered his voice, and asked boldly, “Did you hear that sound?”
“What sound?”
A voice responded.
The doctor was completely focused on the faint sound, and didn’t notice the strangeness in this response: “It’s like… the sound of something sharp sliding across the ground.”
“Oh,” the voice sounded again, “that? Isn’t it the sound of my leg bone that was bitten into two sliding on the ground? Hehehe, do you want to try it too? Let me bring you the ultimate joy.”
The voice somehow reached his ears, crawled along the ear canal and traversed the scalp, burrowing into the deepest recesses of his brain.
The doctor suddenly stiffened all over, and the string in his mind snapped instantly.
His previously muddled brain now felt like there was a stick stirring wildly through it.
All the pores on his body contracted suddenly, each hole trembling and shivering.
This voice, it wasn’t Mr. X’s voice at all!
Something was following him!
When did it appear?!
Was it when he was contemplating whether to escape?
Or when he hesitated about pushing Mr. X down?
The doctor strained to maintain his facial expression. He opened his mouth slightly and secretly took a deep breath.
The grating “shua-shua” sound didn’t stop; instead, it grew louder.
Something lifted his hair, slid through the gaps, entered the strands, and finally rested on his scalp, rubbing back and forth, mimicking some mechanical motion.
It was cold, hard, and he could still feel the sharpness of the tip.
All his senses concentrated on that spot and the doctor could clearly feel how the cold object roamed and explored his scalp, moving from the back to the crown, then from the crown to the forehead. During its meandering, it occasionally probed the scalp with sharp stings, as if it were searching for its favorite piercing spot.
His feet were becoming softer and softer. Contrary to the tightness and stiffness on his face, the doctor’s heart was in turmoil at this moment, and his thoughts were rolling in his brain like a storm.
Among the countless thoughts, he suddenly remembered a sadistic murderer who was executed long ago.
He was an extremely vicious criminal, and the crimes he committed still make people shudder even after many years. He held countless lives in his hands, so many that he himself had forgotten how many people he had brutalized.
His pleasure was in killing and mutilating corpses. Among the numerous horrifying methods, his favorite was to cut open the victims’ skulls, crush the contents into a pulp, and then drink it.
He claimed it was the most delicious food in the world.
When the police captured him in his secret lair, the scene of devastation left a lasting psychological scar on the authorities. The criminal was brought here after capture and executed shortly thereafter.
To punish this brutal and sadistic murderer, the prison warden kept him alive and conscious as he systematically cut away his bones, making him watch as the monster devoured each part.
This execution lasted for days and nights, and during that day, the entire prison was filled with the painful wails of the condemned prisoner.
The mad man’s mantra was, “Let me bring you the ultimate joy.”
The doctor snapped back to reality in an instant.
Cold sweat broke out on his back, soaking his clothes.
A chilling wind made the damp clothes stick uncomfortably to his back, creating an unpleasant sensation.
After the ice-cold, sharp object had circled on his scalp, it settled at the base of his skull.
The chilling, scraping sound came to his ears again. This dry and harsh sound, like nails scraping against rusty metal, was grating and unpleasant. With each sound, the doctor felt a fraction of his eardrum being violated.
“Do you know?” The sharp tip of the object poked at the depression at the base of his skull. “After countless experiments, I’ve concluded that this is the most fragile part of the skull. There’s a gap in the bone here, and if you find it, you can easily peel off the entire skull.”
“But I don’t like such crude and aesthetically unpleasant behavior.”
“I prefer this position…” The cold, hard object traveled up the scalp, reaching the highest point on the head. The sharp tip tapped against his scalp. With each tap, the doctor had a terrifying illusion that his skull was being chiseled open. He looked forward with a helpless look, but when he saw the scene clearly, whatever little reason and courage he had left vanished in an instant!
What he held in front wasn’t Mr. X at all but a lonely, withered hand!
Around the withered hand, something swirled and writhed erratically.
There was a muffled thunder in the head, and the blood in the whole body solidified instantly!
The doctor could no longer maintain composure. He leaned against the wall with his shaking and trembling body, screaming: “Let go of me, let go! What kind if thing are you! Bastard! Let go, quickly!”
He tried to shake off the skeletal hand gripping his wrist, but no matter how hard he tried, the hand seemed attached to him, stubbornly holding onto his wrist.
He vented his inner fear without restraint.
“X! X! Bastard! It’s all because of you, don’t let me catch you!”
Creak, creak—
“It seems you’re completely excited now—”
“Let me bring you the ultimate joy—”
The venting roar didn’t dispel the gradually encroaching malice; instead, it intensified the assailant’s actions.
Something grabbed the doctor’s hair, instantly fixing his shaking head at a slightly raised angle.
Unable to look away, the doctor’s eyes widened, his pupils trembling rapidly. He watched as the elusive ghostly figures approached.
Twisting erratically, they were no longer human-shaped, and only a few fragments indicated human features.
Faint, fragmented voices whispered like an incantation, surrounding the doctor.
The cruel killing intent permeated the air, making it restless and oppressive. The doctor’s face turned red-he gasped for air, and took deep breaths to alleviate the pain of oxygen deprivation.
Tears of fear mixed with mucus slid down his distorted face, transforming his once handsome and elegant features into a disheveled and chaotic mess.
The doctor kept crying out in despair and fear.
He was really terrified.
Who would come to save him? He didn’t want to die, he really didn’t want to die.
The doctor’s torn and contorted expression not only failed to elicit sympathy from these malevolent spirits but instead fueled the assailants’ growing excitement and agitation.
They laughed and screamed madly, mocking the victim’s helplessness, scorning the sufferer’s weakness, reveling in his pleas.
Born evil, even in death, they never repented.
Even when justice cornered them in such a narrow tunnel, they clung om desperately, refusing to forget their collective revelry.
Fear and despair heightened the senses hundreds of times, and every inch of the doctor’s scalp was screaming. Especially where the ice-cold, sharp object was piercing, it was as if every cell had endured the torture of being slowly dismembered.
The doctor rolled his eyes in extreme pain, and saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.
Under the extreme agony, his consciousness became clearer, and he suddenly felt as if his scalp was being cut inch by inch.
“Gugugu, gugugu…”
The viscous, chaotic stirring sound echoed in the skull.
In this desperate pain, the doctor unexpectedly remembered an incident.
When they caught this sadistic murderer back them, he was in the process of committing a crime.
At that time, he shaved the victim’s hair and used a power drill to open the victim’s skull.
The victim didn’t die or lose consciousness.
The sadistic murderer used some kind of psychoactive drug, magnifying the victim’s mental and sensory perception multiple times.
So, even though the victim was already in excruciating pain, they remained absolutely clear-headed.
When they arrived at the scene, the victim was in a sorry state, revealing all their ugliness.
His body was covered in vomit and excrement.
At the moment they appeared, the victim, who had already fallen into despair, radiated hope of surviving a disaster.
He followed them back then because the police analyzed that the victim was still alive and needed urgent medical treatment. As he endured the unpleasant smell while treating the victim, tears and snot streamed down the victim’s face as he repeatedly expressed his gratitude to him.
He was dismissive at the time.
Lowly, pitiful, ugly, and unbearably fragile.
That was his complete impression of the victim.
Such a powerless weakling was just too ugly.
He looked down at those extremely pitiful people, completely unable to comprehend the issue.
Ironically, it wasn’t until today, when he switched roles and became the victim, that he understood.
No matter how vulnerable someone is, they will possess an extremely strong will to survive.
Everyone has the right to live.
When he fell into extreme despair and couldn’t save himself, the most genuine thought in his heart was the hope for a miracle, for someone to descend from the heavens to rescue him.
So when they rushed in, the victim revealed such genuine emotions.
Although it only took them a few moments to rush in, before they did, the victim’s heart had already prayed countless times.
Just like him now.
Pain eroded his whole body like a torrential rain. In a situation where self-rescue was hopeless, the ridiculous fantasy of “expecting a miracle”, immediately appeared in his mind.
Lord Warden…
Your Majesty the Queen…
And the supposed gods that simply couldn’t be real…
Who could come and save him?
He didn’t want to die. Could anyone hear his desperate prayers and rescue him from this eerie abyss?
If someone could save him today, he would offer the most sincere gratitude.
If it’s the Lord Warden, he’d be the Lord Warden’s loyal dog for life.
If it’s the Queen, he’d be the eternal servant of Her Majesty.
If it’s a god, he’d willingly become the most devout follower.
So who could come to his rescue?
His heart pleaded desperately, but reality offered him no chance for illusions.
The malicious laughter continued to rampage, and those elusive ghostly figures had already approached. They were right in front of him.
The malicious spirits had grotesque and ugly smiles, and the doctor watched helplessly as hands reached out to him.
He closed his eyes in despair…
There was no miracle at all.
How could such a ridiculous miracle happen in a place like this?
He actually believed in miracles? What a joke.
Is this the end?
It turned out that he would die in such an ugly posture.
He was a joke.
A faint sudden muffled groan rang out amid the maniacal laughter.
Then the malicious laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by the whistling wind and the panicked screams of the malevolent spirits.
The expected pain didn’t arrive, and even the force pulling on his scalp and the sharp object roaming freely in his head vanished.
Through his tightly closed eyelids, the doctor saw flickering points of light dispelling the thick darkness.
Could it be that a miracle had truly occurred?
Someone came to rescue him?
A power even the malevolent spirits feared, could it really be the Lord Warden?
The doctor’s eyes lit up in excitement as he opened them, and he immediately saw a gleaming white blade dancing in mid-air.
It was a white scythe emitting its own radiance, the cold white light making the already sharp scythe even more conspicuous.
There was a person standing in front of him. He was shrouded in a white glow, even the tips of his hair were tinted with white.
The man stood tall and waved the scythe in his hand vigorously, completely isolating himself from the rampaging monsters outside.
Though the person’s back wasn’t broad, at this moment, it provided the doctor with the greatest reassurance.
Ba-dum.
Ba-dum.
Ba-dum.
The doctor’s eyes went wide and he stared at the man wielding the scythe for him, his heart pounding wildly…
The cold and damp air carried an unpleasant mixture of musty mildew and a fishy stench.
Having missed the most opportune moment to leave, everything went off course.
Bai Lixin glanced at Dr. Garner’s pale face, tightened his grip on the other party’s wrist, and reassured, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep holding onto you.”
Dr. Garner’s face grew even darker: “…”
‘Thank you.’
He turned to look behind him; the entrance was already closed, leaving nothing but darkness.
The damp chill was like sharp arrows, effortlessly penetrating the thick clothing and skin, corroding every vein and muscle.
Under the invasion of the cold, the pores rapidly constricted, and the doctor couldn’t help but shiver.
They walked through this pitch-black tunnel for over half an hour.
Initially forced to follow Mr. X forward, he had missed the best time to leave, and by the time he came back to his senses after the fright, he found that they had already ended up deep within the tunnel.
What to do now?
Looking at the young man’s back, it can be seen that the young man was now very vulnerable to attacks. Perhaps, before reaching the deepest part of the tunnel, he could push the young man down and escape?
There might still be a chance to escape now.
Shua, shua—
Subtle sounds echoed in the tunnel.
The thoughts that had crossed the doctor’s mind retreated like a startled river clam. He gulped, lowered his voice, and asked boldly, “Did you hear that sound?”
“What sound?”
A voice responded.
The doctor was completely focused on the faint sound, and didn’t notice the strangeness in this response: “It’s like… the sound of something sharp sliding across the ground.”
“Oh,” the voice sounded again, “that? Isn’t it the sound of my leg bone that was bitten into two sliding on the ground? Hehehe, do you want to try it too? Let me bring you the ultimate joy.”
The voice somehow reached his ears, crawled along the ear canal and traversed the scalp, burrowing into the deepest recesses of his brain.
The doctor suddenly stiffened all over, and the string in his mind snapped instantly.
His previously muddled brain now felt like there was a stick stirring wildly through it.
All the pores on his body contracted suddenly, each hole trembling and shivering.
This voice, it wasn’t Mr. X’s voice at all!
Something was following him!
When did it appear?!
Was it when he was contemplating whether to escape?
Or when he hesitated about pushing Mr. X down?
The doctor strained to maintain his facial expression. He opened his mouth slightly and secretly took a deep breath.
The grating “shua-shua” sound didn’t stop; instead, it grew louder.
Something lifted his hair, slid through the gaps, entered the strands, and finally rested on his scalp, rubbing back and forth, mimicking some mechanical motion.
It was cold, hard, and he could still feel the sharpness of the tip.
All his senses concentrated on that spot and the doctor could clearly feel how the cold object roamed and explored his scalp, moving from the back to the crown, then from the crown to the forehead. During its meandering, it occasionally probed the scalp with sharp stings, as if it were searching for its favorite piercing spot.
His feet were becoming softer and softer. Contrary to the tightness and stiffness on his face, the doctor’s heart was in turmoil at this moment, and his thoughts were rolling in his brain like a storm.
Among the countless thoughts, he suddenly remembered a sadistic murderer who was executed long ago.
He was an extremely vicious criminal, and the crimes he committed still make people shudder even after many years. He held countless lives in his hands, so many that he himself had forgotten how many people he had brutalized.
His pleasure was in killing and mutilating corpses. Among the numerous horrifying methods, his favorite was to cut open the victims’ skulls, crush the contents into a pulp, and then drink it.
He claimed it was the most delicious food in the world.
When the police captured him in his secret lair, the scene of devastation left a lasting psychological scar on the authorities. The criminal was brought here after capture and executed shortly thereafter.
To punish this brutal and sadistic murderer, the prison warden kept him alive and conscious as he systematically cut away his bones, making him watch as the monster devoured each part.
This execution lasted for days and nights, and during that day, the entire prison was filled with the painful wails of the condemned prisoner.
The mad man’s mantra was, “Let me bring you the ultimate joy.”
The doctor snapped back to reality in an instant.
Cold sweat broke out on his back, soaking his clothes.
A chilling wind made the damp clothes stick uncomfortably to his back, creating an unpleasant sensation.
After the ice-cold, sharp object had circled on his scalp, it settled at the base of his skull.
The chilling, scraping sound came to his ears again. This dry and harsh sound, like nails scraping against rusty metal, was grating and unpleasant. With each sound, the doctor felt a fraction of his eardrum being violated.
“Do you know?” The sharp tip of the object poked at the depression at the base of his skull. “After countless experiments, I’ve concluded that this is the most fragile part of the skull. There’s a gap in the bone here, and if you find it, you can easily peel off the entire skull.”
“But I don’t like such crude and aesthetically unpleasant behavior.”
“I prefer this position…” The cold, hard object traveled up the scalp, reaching the highest point on the head. The sharp tip tapped against his scalp. With each tap, the doctor had a terrifying illusion that his skull was being chiseled open. He looked forward with a helpless look, but when he saw the scene clearly, whatever little reason and courage he had left vanished in an instant!
What he held in front wasn’t Mr. X at all but a lonely, withered hand!
Around the withered hand, something swirled and writhed erratically.
There was a muffled thunder in the head, and the blood in the whole body solidified instantly!
The doctor could no longer maintain composure. He leaned against the wall with his shaking and trembling body, screaming: “Let go of me, let go! What kind if thing are you! Bastard! Let go, quickly!”
He tried to shake off the skeletal hand gripping his wrist, but no matter how hard he tried, the hand seemed attached to him, stubbornly holding onto his wrist.
He vented his inner fear without restraint.
“X! X! Bastard! It’s all because of you, don’t let me catch you!”
Creak, creak—
“It seems you’re completely excited now—”
“Let me bring you the ultimate joy—”
The venting roar didn’t dispel the gradually encroaching malice; instead, it intensified the assailant’s actions.
Something grabbed the doctor’s hair, instantly fixing his shaking head at a slightly raised angle.
Unable to look away, the doctor’s eyes widened, his pupils trembling rapidly. He watched as the elusive ghostly figures approached.
Twisting erratically, they were no longer human-shaped, and only a few fragments indicated human features.
Faint, fragmented voices whispered like an incantation, surrounding the doctor.
The cruel killing intent permeated the air, making it restless and oppressive. The doctor’s face turned red-he gasped for air, and took deep breaths to alleviate the pain of oxygen deprivation.
Tears of fear mixed with mucus slid down his distorted face, transforming his once handsome and elegant features into a disheveled and chaotic mess.
The doctor kept crying out in despair and fear.
He was really terrified.
Who would come to save him? He didn’t want to die, he really didn’t want to die.
The doctor’s torn and contorted expression not only failed to elicit sympathy from these malevolent spirits but instead fueled the assailants’ growing excitement and agitation.
They laughed and screamed madly, mocking the victim’s helplessness, scorning the sufferer’s weakness, reveling in his pleas.
Born evil, even in death, they never repented.
Even when justice cornered them in such a narrow tunnel, they clung om desperately, refusing to forget their collective revelry.
Fear and despair heightened the senses hundreds of times, and every inch of the doctor’s scalp was screaming. Especially where the ice-cold, sharp object was piercing, it was as if every cell had endured the torture of being slowly dismembered.
The doctor rolled his eyes in extreme pain, and saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.
Under the extreme agony, his consciousness became clearer, and he suddenly felt as if his scalp was being cut inch by inch.
“Gugugu, gugugu…”
The viscous, chaotic stirring sound echoed in the skull.
In this desperate pain, the doctor unexpectedly remembered an incident.
When they caught this sadistic murderer back them, he was in the process of committing a crime.
At that time, he shaved the victim’s hair and used a power drill to open the victim’s skull.
The victim didn’t die or lose consciousness.
The sadistic murderer used some kind of psychoactive drug, magnifying the victim’s mental and sensory perception multiple times.
So, even though the victim was already in excruciating pain, they remained absolutely clear-headed.
When they arrived at the scene, the victim was in a sorry state, revealing all their ugliness.
His body was covered in vomit and excrement.
At the moment they appeared, the victim, who had already fallen into despair, radiated hope of surviving a disaster.
He followed them back then because the police analyzed that the victim was still alive and needed urgent medical treatment. As he endured the unpleasant smell while treating the victim, tears and snot streamed down the victim’s face as he repeatedly expressed his gratitude to him.
He was dismissive at the time.
Lowly, pitiful, ugly, and unbearably fragile.
That was his complete impression of the victim.
Such a powerless weakling was just too ugly.
He looked down at those extremely pitiful people, completely unable to comprehend the issue.
Ironically, it wasn’t until today, when he switched roles and became the victim, that he understood.
No matter how vulnerable someone is, they will possess an extremely strong will to survive.
Everyone has the right to live.
When he fell into extreme despair and couldn’t save himself, the most genuine thought in his heart was the hope for a miracle, for someone to descend from the heavens to rescue him.
So when they rushed in, the victim revealed such genuine emotions.
Although it only took them a few moments to rush in, before they did, the victim’s heart had already prayed countless times.
Just like him now.
Pain eroded his whole body like a torrential rain. In a situation where self-rescue was hopeless, the ridiculous fantasy of “expecting a miracle”, immediately appeared in his mind.
Lord Warden…
Your Majesty the Queen…
And the supposed gods that simply couldn’t be real…
Who could come and save him?
He didn’t want to die. Could anyone hear his desperate prayers and rescue him from this eerie abyss?
If someone could save him today, he would offer the most sincere gratitude.
If it’s the Lord Warden, he’d be the Lord Warden’s loyal dog for life.
If it’s the Queen, he’d be the eternal servant of Her Majesty.
If it’s a god, he’d willingly become the most devout follower.
So who could come to his rescue?
His heart pleaded desperately, but reality offered him no chance for illusions.
The malicious laughter continued to rampage, and those elusive ghostly figures had already approached. They were right in front of him.
The malicious spirits had grotesque and ugly smiles, and the doctor watched helplessly as hands reached out to him.
He closed his eyes in despair…
There was no miracle at all.
How could such a ridiculous miracle happen in a place like this?
He actually believed in miracles? What a joke.
Is this the end?
It turned out that he would die in such an ugly posture.
He was a joke.
A faint sudden muffled groan rang out amid the maniacal laughter.
Then the malicious laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by the whistling wind and the panicked screams of the malevolent spirits.
The expected pain didn’t arrive, and even the force pulling on his scalp and the sharp object roaming freely in his head vanished.
Through his tightly closed eyelids, the doctor saw flickering points of light dispelling the thick darkness.
Could it be that a miracle had truly occurred?
Someone came to rescue him?
A power even the malevolent spirits feared, could it really be the Lord Warden?
The doctor’s eyes lit up in excitement as he opened them, and he immediately saw a gleaming white blade dancing in mid-air.
It was a white scythe emitting its own radiance, the cold white light making the already sharp scythe even more conspicuous.
There was a person standing in front of him. He was shrouded in a white glow, even the tips of his hair were tinted with white.
The man stood tall and waved the scythe in his hand vigorously, completely isolating himself from the rampaging monsters outside.
Though the person’s back wasn’t broad, at this moment, it provided the doctor with the greatest reassurance.
Ba-dum.
Ba-dum.
Ba-dum.
The doctor’s eyes went wide and he stared at the man wielding the scythe for him, his heart pounding wildly…
