Room 808, the lit scented candle illuminated the entire room.
A bald man with a flabby body stared intently.
On the bed was an unconscious girl, her school skirt pulled down to her knees.
Her tight, snow-white calves were enticing under the candlelight, and her unique purity in this scene had an unusual allure, tormenting the heart.
"Ha-ha-"
Swallowing his saliva, Wang Jianguo breathed heavily like a beast.
Desire, greed.
He eagerly took off his pants and pounced on her like a fat dead fish.
"Creak."
"Who is it!?"
He suddenly turned his head.
Reluctantly, Wang Jianguo got up from the smooth body; he hadn't had the chance to savor his "delicacy."
Damn, who's bothering me at this time?
He looked vigilantly at the door but saw nothing.
The hallway of the power-out hotel was pitch black.
Was it the wind?
He couldn't help but shrink his neck, a chill raising goosebumps all over his body.
The door lock had been removed to enter the room, with only an iron rod acting as a bolt.
"I told you to fix the door, wasting my time!"
Cursing, he shivered and walked barefoot to the door to close it properly.
At the door, he hugged his flabby body and tried to peek behind the door.
"Damn! Why is it so cold!"
Suddenly, the candlelight went out.
His heart pounded.
In the darkness, a face suddenly squeezed through the crack in the door, pressing against his face.
Eye to eye, nose to nose.
The broken face felt cold as if it could freeze his soul.
Dead white eyes filled with hatred, the cracked lips of the woman reached to her head and swallowed his body.
"Ah!"
The scream stuck in his throat, only the sharp front part was heard.
Chewing, swallowing.
The candlelight flickered back on, with only half the shadow on the wall.
...
On the second floor of the hotel, six people lay sprawled in a small room.
Six men stood in the room, two panting in front of an unconscious woman, still wanting more.
A tattooed man holding a hammer stood in front of Uncle Er's corpse.
The old man's eyes were wide open, a hole in the center of his forehead from a hammer blow, dead but not at peace.
"Damn, this old guy didn't drink a drop of water!"
"If I hadn't reacted quickly and killed him, he would've gotten me!"
The group laughed lightly, turning to drag the bodies like trash.
"What was that noise!?"
Yu Shihao looked up in confusion at the ceiling, stopping his drag on Lin An.
He glanced at the two men still working, a bit annoyed.
"Stop it, haven't you seen a woman before?"
"Who just screamed?"
"Who cares who it was? Finish up and go sleep with your beauty. I want a turn after you."
The tattooed man who brought water during the day impatiently urged, casually tossing a still-lit cigarette onto Lin An.
He was still panicked after killing an old man, but maintained a nonchalant facade.
He squatted and extinguished the cigarette on Lin An.
"I've wanted to kill this guy since I first saw him being too cocky."
His thoughts were interrupted.
Yu Shihao glanced disdainfully at the tattooed man, not saying a word.
He had seen this guy trembling at the sight of a zombie corpse on the first day of cleaning.
Later, he begged Lin An to take him in, willing to even offer his girlfriend.
A paper tiger, only daring to speak now.
The tattooed man didn't notice the disdain in Yu Shihao's eyes, looking at Lin An on the ground with satisfaction.
"Thought you were so great, now you're just a useless dog!"
"Hey, I really want to have fun with Wen Ya in front of you, useless scum."
He shouted and kicked a few times, only to feel pain in his foot.
"Why is this awakened one's body so hard? Hey, I wonder if I can cut off his head with a knife."
Seeing Yu Shihao not responding, he found it dull and walked to Wen Ya, reaching out to touch her.
The scene made his heart itch.
Such an ice beauty, even more enticing while asleep.
If that Yu kid wasn't dragging someone, maybe I'd sneak in a quick one?
He looked back at Yu Shihao dragging Lin An, then secretly unbuckled his belt.
That little mouth looks tempting!
"Hey, it was my turn first!"
"What do you mean?"
Yu Shihao's angry voice came from behind, glaring.
"I wasn't doing anything to her."
"Why do you care…"
"Hmm?"
The tattooed man's eyes suddenly brightened, quickly walking to Lin An.
"What is that thing in his hand? It's glowing!"
Yu Shihao's heart skipped a beat.
Damn, the cloth wrapped around Lin An's hand fell off!
The blood-red lines on the Soul-Eating Glove flashed, captivating.
A good item!
Instinctively, the tattooed man reached for the glove on Lin An's right hand.
"Don't touch!"
"Buzz."
This is!
The tattooed man's face filled with fear, feeling a devouring force from the glove.
"Ahh!"
Life draining away, he couldn't help but howl as if his brain was being sucked out.
In an instant, his once fit body shriveled like a dried corpse.
A sudden change.
Yu Shihao watched in shock, feeling cold all over, a chill climbing his spine.
"Gulp."
The blond man in front of Wen Ya swallowed in terror, having wanted to sneak in while the tattooed man and Yu Shihao argued.
The other two quickly put on their pants, looking over.
Trembling, they seemed to witness the impossible.
Suddenly, the blond man pointed at Lin An with trembling fingers. "His… his eyelids moved! He seems to be waking up!"
"Slash."
The sound of flesh being pierced.
Lin An, lying on the ground, moved like a phantom, appearing in front of him.
What was that noise?
Instinctively, the blond man looked at his chest, a jade-like hand pierced through.
"Congratulations, you guessed right."
A calm voice.
Lin An smiled warmly, his once sunken cheeks quickly returning to normal.
"Bang."
He withdrew his hand and crushed the blond man's head like a balloon.
The gruesome scene was beyond everyone's tolerance.
"Ahhh!"
The two helpers who hadn't finished putting on their pants screamed, trembling as Lin An approached.
They retreated, begging.
"Brother Lin, I was wrong."
"Please don't kill me… please…"
Lin An looked at the unconscious woman at their feet, her lower body exposed, covered in filth from their rough treatment.
He remembered her, an older woman from Zhang Tie's group.
"Wrong?"
Lin An chuckled, instantly tearing off an arm with speed beyond normal.
"Ahhh! My arm!"
Crying, wailing. The man writhed in pain, staring at his severed arm.
"Enjoy it."
Lin An's face was cold, lifting the man who lost his arm.
"Rip."
Like tearing paper.
"This time, it's the leg."
"This time, it's the left arm."
Horror, brutality. Even Yu Shihao trembled as if in an ice cave.
They recalled their first encounter with Lin An, the fear of him killing a Licker with one strike.
"Brother Lin, please don't kill me! I beg you!"
"I was just confused! I didn't touch your people!"
The other man knelt, frantically kowtowing and crying.
Unable to resist, too afraid to resist.
At this moment, he hated himself for not controlling his lower half and getting involved.
The sight of his companion's mutilation broke his spirit.
Why? Why did I provoke this devil?
No time to think.
Lin An gently lifted his head, pinching his chin like iron tongs.
Contrary to his smiling face, anger burned within him.
"Look at me."
"Scum!"
"Ahhh!"
His fingers slowly exerted force, the sound of bones breaking was sickening.
In a few seconds, the man's screams ceased, his face crushed by Lin An.
Yu Shihao dared not move, though Lin An hadn't looked at him. He felt an intangible killing intent.
Shocked.
Why… did he wake up suddenly!
Blood dripped from his fingers, Lin An indifferently shook his hand, walking toward the fallen tattooed man.
The tattooed man crawled in terror.
Powerless, he wriggled like a worm.
"Didn't you want to kill me?"
One foot crushed down, shattering the tattooed man's knee.
"No… no… Brother!"
His voice hoarse, aged and near death after the glove drained his energy.
"No? Didn't you plan to leash me and Zhang Tie?"
"Want to cut off my head?"
Ignoring his pleas, Lin An tore off his other leg.
"Ahhh!"
The tattooed man fainted from pain.
Lin An cruelly smiled. Fainting in front of me?
Grabbing his head, Lin An pierced his mind with needle-like mental force.
"Ah!"
The tattooed man woke in agony, despair in his eyes.
"Brother Lin, I'm worse than a pig or dog, I'm just a piece of shit! Please spare me!"
"Spare you? Ask Uncle Er if he'd spare you."
Lin An twisted his head toward Uncle Er's corpse, their eyes meeting.
"Ah!—!!"
Regret, fear, a stench of urine filled the air.
If he could, he'd rather die than endure this torture.
Lin An ignored him, crushing each bone.
"Bang!"
As the tattooed man fainted again, Lin An smashed his head into his chest, ending his life.
Actions have consequences.
If you want to be a villain, you must be prepared for retaliation.
In the room, the three men who came with Yu Shihao were dead in an instant, leaving only him and Lin An.
With a thud, Yu Shihao didn't hesitate to kneel, shuffling on his knees to approach Lin An.
"Brother Lin, I had nothing to do with this. I was forced!"
"Please, spare me."
"I... I really didn't do anything against you!"
"They wanted to kill you! I had no choice but to pretend to be with them to get you out of here!"
Tears streamed down his face as he cried sincerely to Lin An.
He spoke quickly, fearing that Lin An would kill him before even listening to his explanation.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Wen Ya, ask Zhang Tie, ask them when they wake up."
"I was the first one to save you and Brother Zhang! Really, you have to believe me!"
He pleaded desperately, trembling as he looked at Lin An, who remained silent, as if waiting for a verdict.
Lin An tilted his head, watching Yu Shihao's hasty concoction of lies with interest.
Interesting, a talented guy.
If Lin An had just woken up, he might have waited for everyone to wake up and verify the story before deciding.
Unfortunately.
"Guess when I woke up?"
Lin An chuckled softly, his right hand swiftly grasping the top of Yu Shihao's head.