"Pound--" At the same time, a powerful arm broke through the door.
This arm was by no means a human arm, it was broad, thick, brass-colored muscles bulging high as if it was cast in steel, the back of the giant palm was full of eerily textured scales, and the fingernails on the four fingers were a few centimeters long, hard, sharp, and as if they were sharp blades.
The moment Gao Yang pounced on Fat Jun, the sharp claw that broke through the door of the room followed closely behind, cutting Gao Yang's left arm.
The sharp claw felt the fresh blood and appeared short and excited trembling, then it began to frantically cut the door of the room. The door of the room was like a fragile cardboard, and in the blink of an eye, it was sliced to pieces by the monster outside the door with its bare hands.
The beast stepped into the room, its feet making a loose and horrible sound as it stepped on the splinters.
The main light in the room had been turned off, dim, eerily red, and depressing.
"Three, there are actually three ... ah, ah ah ..." Aunt He s voice was unusually excited, vaguely mixed with inexplicable grief and great gratitude, " It s all mine ... It s all ..."
Gao Yang lay on his back behind the waterbed, forcibly enduring the sharp pain in his arm, covering the mouth of the shivering Fat Jun beside him with one hand, and not daring to utter a single breath.
Soon, Gao Yang's fingers were wet, they were Fat Jun's tears of fear.
Indoor light is weak, Gao Yang through the overhead ceiling mirror, see the enemy's appearance.
Indeed "Aunt He", a middle-aged woman in her fifties, wearing a cleaning uniform, she looked thin and old, her body and head still maintain a human form, but her limbs have been animalized, excessively thick and robust, bursting through the trouser legs and sleeves, appearing extremely incongruous.
She took one step into the foyer, her body trembling with excitement.
Soon, a wet, smooth, dark cyan tail emerged from her back.
The tail grew with some difficulty as it emerged inch by inch, accompanied by sticky and cloudy bodily fluids, like amniotic fluid during labor.
It pressed against Aunt He's hip bones and spine, causing her body to bend forward.
Finally, the tail, as thick as a thigh and as long as two meters, grew all the way out, and it dragged on the ground, emitting a grim rustling sound like that of a snake as it wriggled.
She now looked like a lizard person.
Witnessing the whole thing, Gao Yang felt fear from the bottom of his bones and only felt a wave of dizziness and ringing in his ears. In fact, there was nothing he could do except to endure the pain, hold his breath, and sit back and try to make death come slower.
He knew very well that he was in no way a match for this monster.
In a trance, he wandered off.
Gao Yang recalled a time when he had slapped a cockroach to death with his slippers.
At that time, the cockroach was discovered and quickly hid under the bed, but Gao Yang still easily chased it out, and then with disgust and arrogance, "snapped" it to death.
Gao Yang felt that at this moment, he was that small and desperate cockroach.
The only hope was the Green Spirit hidden somewhere in the room.
The people were frozen in the room for a long and torturous ten seconds.
It might only be seven seconds, Gao Yang didn't count.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh--" three small sharp daggers flew out from the shadows and pushed straight into Aunt He's eyes.
Aunt He quickly raised her arm to block.
"Ding ding ding!" With three crisp sounds, the daggers landed on the ground and didn't even manage to cut Aunt He's hard arm.
Of course, this was just a feint.
The moment Aunt He raised her hand to block, Qing Ling rushed out of the closet, holding the dagger with both hands, and stabbed Aunt He's heart from the side.
Aunt He's reaction was half a beat slower, but it was very swift and sensitive, it grabbed the sharp tanged knife with both hands, and its eight hard, sharp claws rubbed sparks on the blade.
"Ah!" Qing Ling let out a low yell, the strength of its legs and waist along with its wrist erupted together, pushing the Tang Blade with a full force stab.
"Bang!" Aunt He's entire body slammed into the wall, but her hands still tenaciously grasped the Tang Blade, guarding her heart.
Qing Ling continued to exert force, the blade piercing into Aunt He's chest inch by inch.
"Ah ow ow--" Aunt He let out a hiss that was somewhere between a human and a beast, and its tail whipped up as it lashed hard at Qing Ling's waist, and Qing Ling stumbled, her strength instantly slackening.
Aunt He seized the initiative, grabbed the Tang knife and flung it, the Qing Ling followed the weapon and flew out, crashing into the side of the separate bathroom, the tempered glass "bang" sound shattered into a small particle.
Aunt He's chest was stabbed into the wound is not shallow, she pain and anger low gasping, step by step towards the bathroom direction of the Qing Ling.
"Clatter-" a quilt flew over and covered Aunt He with its head.
During the short ten seconds that Qing Ling fought with Aunt He, Gao Yang and Fat Jun weren't idle either.
Fat Jun lifted the quilt up to cover Aunt He, but this couldn't even be delayed for two seconds. His idea was simple, block Aunt He's view for a short while and then escape.
In fact Fat Jun did just that, the moment the quilt covered Aunt He, he pulled his legs out and ran towards the door. Unfortunately, due to being overly nervous and the ground being full of broken glass particles and sticky secretions from the beast's body, he slipped on the soles of his feet and fell right in front of Aunt He's eyes.
"Don't, don't kill me ... mom ... save me ah ..." Fat Jun was like an obese loach, thrashing around on the ground rolling, but the sticky liquid prevented him from getting up.
Aunt He waved her sharp claws and tore open the cotton blanket, her eyes locked on the fat Jun at her feet: the three humans are harder to deal with than it imagined, it no longer expects to be able to enjoy it properly, first kill one is one.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh--" three daggers flew out again, stabbing at Aunt He's eyes.
Aunt He's eyeball was poked and burst, and it bled out.
"Ah ..." she waved her claws around wildly, "Eyes! My eyes ..."
At this time, Gao Yang's body was trembling terribly, but the movements of his hands did not stop.
--You are useless.
--What you do is useless, you can't change anything, so don't be nervous.
--Just go and do it, come what may, the emphasis is on participation.
Gao Yang relied on an odd set of self-soothing methods, which surprisingly greatly eased his fear and nervousness. At the same time that Fat Jun lifted the quilt, he had already touched the entrance hall, picked up the Tang knife that had fallen to the ground, and chopped off the plug wire of the hair dryer, then, he inserted the plug of the hair dryer into the wall.
No, the distance was still not enough!
With a clench of his teeth, he grabbed the Tang knife and stabbed Aunt He.
The tip of the knife stabbed into Aunt He's thigh, but due to the small strength, it didn't stab deep enough, Aunt He swung over with a palm, Gao Yang was prepared for this and leaned back, only to feel the bridge of his nose spicy - his nose was cut.
Aunt He, who had lost her sight, did not blindly pursue, it grabbed the Tang knife on her thigh and tried to pull it out. The knife was not inserted deeply, and could have been easily pulled out, but there was an invisible force that pressed down on the tang knife, preventing Aunt He from pulling it out.
Lying on the ground, Qing Ling spread her hands wide and gritted her teeth, blood already spilling from the corner of her mouth, "Hurry up!"
Gao Yang grabbed the thread that the hair dryer had chopped off and placed it on the blade.
There was no "crackling" spark effect like in the movie, and there was no electric shock at all. Only heard a dull and brief "Zi" sound, Aunt He fell to her knees.
She did not faint and tried to stand up.
Gao Yang hurriedly electrocuted her again.
Aunt He jerked violently and sat down on the ground.
It still tried to get up, and its tail flicked around on the ground, if an ordinary human was electrocuted, even if they didn't die on the spot, they would definitely faint.
Qing Ling didn't know when she stood up, she stepped forward, pulled out the Tang knife on Aunt He's thigh, and stabbed her hard in her right chest. Aunt He let out a wail of pain, her hands still struggling wildly.
"Help!" Qing Ling shouted.
Gao Yang hurriedly threw away the threads in his hands, held Qing Ling's hands from behind, and pushed forward with force.
Finally, the Tang knife pierced Aunt He's chest.
Aunt He had a spasm, she didn't even manage to let out a shout, her head tilted and she was nailed to the pink wall, the image was indescribably bizarre.
Qing Ling was bruised and exhausted. She breathed a long sigh of relief, and leaned back in a relaxed manner, just close to Gao Yang's chest, and he could feel the "thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump.
After a few seconds of silence, Qing Ling turned around and collapsed into the waterbed, nearly out of breath. She was covered in wounds, and the white bathrobe wrapped around her body was covered in blood stains.
Gao Yang's mind also went blank, he covered his injured shoulder that was aching anew, and stood in a messy, dirty, bloody room, the air was indescribably choking with a pungent odor.
If he had to describe it, it felt like rotten eggs mixed with plastic was burning, and there was even a little bit of windex and mustard added to the flames.
Gao Yang only felt his stomach flip as he knelt in front of Aunt He's corpse and vomited.
Fat Jun, who had come back from the dead, didn't stay idle, he hurriedly looked for something to block the door and said in hindsight, "Luckily, no one was in the other rooms on this floor."
"Didn't you say that there is only one room left on this floor?" Gao Yang wiped his mouth.
"Hey, hey, I'm lying to you guys, business has been bad lately." Fatty farted over and treated Gao Yang's arm.
"Brother ..."
"I'm smaller than you."
"From now on, you are my own brother." Fat Jun looked at Qing Ling on the water bed again, "She is my own sister-in-law!"
"... "Qing Ling didn't say anything, but one could feel the 'murderous aura' emanating from her tired body.
"Brother, I have a question, how did you realize that Aunt He was not right?" Fat Jun asked.
"The voice." Gao Yang's voice was tired, "If she came to clean, there would be a cart, right? When I let her go, I never heard the sound of the cart's rollers."
"Awesome!" Fat Jun slapped his thighs, "What a quick brain! Why didn't I think of that!"
"Nonsense! My brother is smart as a whip!"
Gao Yang was startled and turned his head back.
The one who spoke was no one else but Prince Kai.