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After feeling dejected for a while, I had no choice but to continue walking forward. Every second felt like an eternity, and I was truly afraid that at the end of this path, there would still be a wall, or worse, an endless despair that I could never escape.
My mind was in a chaotic state when I suddenly caught a familiar scent of death in the air. Unable to resist, I stopped in my tracks, hesitant to move forward. I knew that the scene below was something I did not want to see; to be precise, I was unwilling to look!
With a bitter smile, I realized I had fallen into another trap. The so-called escape route indeed existed only in dreams. However, this trap was different from the previous one. Although it was still a doorless chamber, the silver lining was that I did not see the blood-red hair from before!
This time, who would come to rescue me?
I stared blankly at the corner of the wall ahead, where a person lay slumped—someone who had died long ago, though I couldn't tell when...
Standing before this corpse, I noticed his muscles had already withered and shriveled. His eyes were wide open, suggesting he must have been in great despair before dying. There were no signs of decay, so I had no idea how long he had been dead; however, it was certain he had starved to death while trapped!
He clutched a small notebook in his arms. I swallowed hard and reached out to pull it from his grasp. The part stuck to his body had turned jet black and moldy, but fortunately, the writing inside was still legible.
After looking at it for a while, my interest waned. Just as I closed the notebook, the flashlight flickered and threatened to go out. I quickly turned it off; it might last a little longer that way. Suddenly, everything around me plunged into darkness again. Sharing a room with a corpse was terrifying enough; if I got too close and it rose from the dead, that would be truly unfortunate. So, I walked several meters back before leaning against the wall to rest.
The last date in the notebook was 1990, indicating that this person must have come here over twenty years ago. The notes detailed how they were being hunted but stumbled upon a massive treasure by chance. Then followed various tragedies that occurred while searching for this treasure...
Again, it was about immortality! My heart began to feel restless; all this talk of immortality was so tedious. How could such a thing possibly exist? It was one thing for people to kill each other over something uncertain like this; why did my family have to get involved? Were my father and the others also searching for this enormous treasure of "immortality"? Why had I never known anything about it?
Gurgle... My stomach began to protest loudly. It seemed like since falling into this skeleton cave, I hadn't eaten anything. In my panic, I had used my backpack to smash Red-Haired Zongzi; looking back now, I felt like an idiot for using my backpack instead of the handgun in my pocket! Although there wasn't much food left inside, it should have lasted me a day or two. But given the current situation, who knew if it would even last a day? What a fool; starving to death would be well-deserved!
If no one discovers me, will I end up starving to death like that person?!
I suddenly felt a chill running down my spine, and cold sweat began to drip from my forehead. In the past, even when I was trapped—no, when I had been trapped many times—I never truly felt despair. But now, I suddenly felt that I couldn't escape, that I really couldn't get out... The feeling of despair was exceptionally strong!
Heh heh... A mocking laugh suddenly echoed in my mind, clear and distinct! I jumped in fright and cautiously looked toward the corner of the wall ahead. Could it be that the dead really had risen!?
At this moment, I didn't dare to breathe, carefully listening to the sounds around me. After a moment, everything remained silent; there were no sounds of movement. If that person had truly risen, there should have been some noise. Since there was none, could it be that they hadn't risen? Had I experienced auditory hallucinations again?
"Hey, big brother, I'm begging you not to scare me anymore. It's not my fault you ended up like this. Just let me go! Once I'm out, I'll definitely burn more paper money for you and ask Lemon to help you with your rites. Just let me go!" I pleaded anxiously. After the empty echo of my voice, the surroundings remained eerily silent. Suddenly, there was a faint sound like a "crack," almost right next to me, but when I turned around, there was nothing.
"You are truly useless!" This time, the person didn't mock me, but their tone was exceptionally arrogant and disdainful. I immediately became furious and shouted back, "You're the one who's useless!"
As soon as I said that, I realized how familiar this scene was...
Memories that I had overlooked flooded back into my mind. The first time was during the Heizhugou incident when I was entangled by blood-red hair and heard a "tsk" sound. The second time was when I was surrounded by a white ghostly figure and heard someone mock me for being useless. The third time was when I encountered the Ghost Child; while lamenting why the dead could come back to life, I heard that person say I was overly sentimental.
Now, I actually heard them say I was useless again! No matter how careless or deliberately oblivious I had been, I could no longer naively think it was all just auditory hallucinations.
"Who are you?!" I asked angrily and uneasily.
The response was a piercing scream followed by a "thud," as if something had fallen! Cautiously bracing myself against the wall, I stood up. That scream was extremely jarring and very familiar—familiar enough to wake me from nightmares!
That Red-Haired Corpse is coming after me again!! This phrase kept repeating in my mind as I pulled out my flashlight, feeling my hands tremble. If that Red-Haired Zongzi also fell down here, there would truly be no way out! There wouldn't even be a place to escape!
I pressed the switch. Although the light was dim, I immediately saw a pair of Jet Black shining eyes, filled with resentment, staring fiercely at me.
Her clothes had long turned into a Jet Black mass, and the bullet holes were still vaguely recognizable. Stinking Black Water flowed out from the bullet holes, and even her red hair had become sticky and wet, stained with the black liquid. The scene looked as if she had just crawled out of hell, sending chills down my spine.
As I stepped back, I said in terror, "Miss, oh no, young lady, debts have their owners. Why do you keep chasing me? This is our first meeting, right? Could you tone down your enthusiasm? If you want revenge, just tell me your name, and I can help you get it once I'm out. If you're looking for a child, I can help you search in this Underworld..."
Before I could finish, the Red-Haired Zongzi suddenly lunged at me. Pain shot through my shoulder. Since you want to kill me, don't blame me for being rude! I kicked her hard in the stomach, but to my surprise, even after being kicked, she didn't let go. My arm was immediately marked with two bloody scratches.
Perhaps the strong scent of blood awakened her beastly nature. I felt myself fly backward and crash heavily against the wall, landing on that corpse. The intense stench filled my lungs before I could even feel nauseous; she grabbed my foot and pulled me up again.
Faced with this red-haired figure, I knew there was no chance of victory. My Consciousness was gradually fading; pain echoed in the dark passage. Just before everything slipped away completely, I thought I vaguely saw someone smiling at me—a smile tinged with malice that was so bright and dazzling it seemed familiar, but I couldn't recall where I'd seen it before. Finally, everything went black, and I lost all awareness...
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