Unfortunately Ren Yuanqing wasn't actually a weak little sheep that would cower at the first sign of trouble. So with a sudden leap, he lunged towards Chu Yi, eyes flashing fiercely as he reached for the slender neck in front of him.
He could already hear the fragile crack of Chu Yi's neck breaking, the look in his eyes still carrying a glimmer of disbelief the moment he died.
Click.
Crack.
There came the crisp sound of bones breaking. It wasn't the sound of Chu Yi's neck breaking unnaturally, it was , in fact the sound of Ren Yuanqing's filthy hands being twisted in a obtuse angle, falling grotesquely onto his side.
Ren Yuanqing still carried that gleeful smile on his face as he registered the pain in his arms, a horrible grimace slowly manifesting.
With a scream he collapsed to the floor, shaking in excruciating pain,
Ahh, ahh, ahh!
His sharp squeals came out in short gasps as he forced down the wail in his throat down with sheer will. Screaming like a banshee would only attract monsters and he'd much rather die by the hands of a fellow human than be slowly stripped of his skin and turned into a pile of ground flesh.
Looking up at Chu Yi who stood condescendingly above him with resentment. He tried to scream vulgar curses, still writhing his pain, but the words didn't have time to bubble out of his mouth before they slowly died down.
There was something off about the man in front of him.
As he stood above, him all the light seemed to avoid his figure, his beautiful face covered in shadows. His ruby eyes were devoid of life, as if something in him had been awakened and now, it was out for blood.
Chu Yi's divine beauty could rival that of a great god, but the diabolic aura he radiated was far from that of a benevolent saint. He was practically the living embodiment of despotism and antagonism. Like a bewitching flower hidden within the depths of the jungle, he was a gorgeous existence that warned others not to draw too close unless they wished to be pricked by its poisonous thorns.
And at this moment he reeked of bloodlust and death.
Slowly fear and dismay bled into Ren Yuanqing's shifty eyes, no words could describe the pressure that pressed heavily onto him, breath staggering in his throat , even the pain forgotten in favor of staring paralyzed at the demon in from him.
Yes demon.
At this moment Chu Yi was a malevolent devil from hell, itching to devour the flesh and blood of its victims.
Bending down Chu Yi slowly grabbed onto Ren Yuanqing's shirt, a happy grin slipping onto his face.
"Dear, dear. We have plenty of time to play tonight. I have allot of things I want to know. Won't you accompany me?"
Step by step he dragged Ren Yuanqing towards the fuel chamber, his beloved scalpel appearing in his hands.
"HELP! HELP!"
No matter how much he screamed and struggled, no one heard him and even if they did no one would turn back to help him.
The smile on Chu Yi's grew even wider as he listened.
The system said he was desperate and desperate people are often the cruelest.
With a slam, the door to the fuel chamber locked. Leaving only the desperate screams of a dying man echoing in the empty space.
In the silent corridor, there came a rustle and with quiet footsteps, the conductor appeared,
"My, my- it seems an ugly little sheep has been caught by the little devil. How amusing."
Even though his words carried a hint of laughter, there was no smile on the conductors face.
The disgusting inferior blood was tainting his baby's hands.
But with sigh, he left unwillingly, knowing that nothing would stop Chu Yi now.
****
"We need to get out of here by tomorrow."
Chun Li's voice came out slightly trembling. An aftermath of barely escaping from the clutches of death, seeming to make up his mind, he spoke again.
"There's something I haven't told you as yet. This instance is actually a death instance."
Bai Chuan's face slowly turned pale, eyes dilating into thin needles.
"You don't mean-"
"Exactly, what I mean."
Chun Li sighed, he didn't want it to turn out like this. Preferring to have kept this secret mum. The death instance was rare and the only reason he knew was because he had been given a clue beforehand. A death instance required that 3/4 of the participants to be sacrificed in the instance, even total annihilation wasn't unheard of.
Unless you figured out a way to get off the train beforehand, regardless of how many persons one on the train only about 3 would be left barely grasping onto life. He had gotten this clue outside the instance so he knew how dangerous it would get. And that's why he, as a veteran who had seen plenty of deaths , had continuously placed himself at the focus point.
The only way they could survive was by uniting. Infighting would only get the killed faster.
There was only 6 of them left , and the real instance hadn't even started. That meant that the 7th day maybe only one of them would be left standing and no one wanted to gamble on their lives.
Zhong Feng spoke up hesitantly at this moment,
"What about the imposter."
No one spoke for a moment and although he loathed to admit it, all points seemed to point towards the mysterious Chu Yi.
From the beginning he had only taken a backseat in discussions and looked on playfully as they frantically tried to save their lives. Like a god standing above mortals. Only someone who had a trump card would be so confident , and on this train only someone like Chu Yi was the was the most likely suspect.
But even though, they knew who the imposter was, they didn't know exactly how to take him down and killing Chu Yi seemed like an unlikely task.
Chun li could only gloss over the topic vaguely, very obviously avoiding the issue altogether.
It was at this moment that, there was a low groan.
Zhan Xi who had been in a coma for the entire thrilling race against death was finally reawakened.
The first words out of her mouth sent low shock down their spines in minutes,
"We need to get off the train."
At these words, there were slow, casual footsteps and out of the corner came a indifferent looking Chu Yi.
If it wasn't for the blood stained handkerchief that he carried as he wiped away elegantly the spilled blood on his hands, they would have been still hard the leisure to admire his beauty.
At this look, however only slight tremors ran though their body.
Chun Li's intuition told him that the 6 passengers on the train had now been reduced to 5.
Chu Yi's cool voice sounded.
"Yes, we need to get off the train at the moment it stops to refuel."
The train was awakening and by tomorrow all the dead passengers would be let loose