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Zhong Kui's Diary
"I'll ask Ghost Brother," Wen Zhan shouted loudly. "Did you not find the Golden Vault earlier? Otherwise, you wouldn't have thought of using hostages to make money. So, finding this Cellar just happened recently. If that's the case, how could you have time to set up so many traps here? Transparent bulletproof glass and these bubble-like gold pieces are not something that can be arranged in a short time."
"Good question!" Zhang Qixia praised Wen Zhan. "As a Reward, I'll leave you with a complete corpse later." She then pointed her gun at me. "As for them, I will let them know what Lingchi is!"
"You might as well tell me the answer; I'm not really interested in how they die," Wen Zhan said with a bitter smile.
"Do you think being the first master of traps is just a title?" Zhang Qixia said proudly. "I've always liked trap-making. After I started school, I became particularly fond of Physical Chemistry. Later, I combined this knowledge with trap-making, surpassing those ancient predecessors. What seems incredible to you are merely variations of Physical Chemistry."
As she pressed the remote control, the Glass Case fell again. "For example, this Glass Case looks indestructible, but actually, it's quite easy to break."
She wet her finger with some saliva and poked it at the Glass Case, creating a hole with a pop. "See? It's that simple! Any acidic solution can break it down, like saliva! When Fatty spat at the Glass Case, I almost lost my mind; luckily, he just spat and didn't drool."
No wonder Zhang Qixia changed her expression when Fatty spat earlier; now it made sense.
Fatty sighed deeply, looking extremely regretful. "Is there something wrong with having less saliva?"
"Just wanted to tell you that making these traps doesn't take much time," Zhang Qixia smiled. "For instance, once I made the first gold bubble, the rest can be directly copied. The bulletproof Glass Case and Hell's Claw are the same. Even if I only discovered this Cellar a moment before you did, it was enough time for me to set up these traps."
"So, when you found this gold and set up the traps, you immediately killed the boss lady?" I sneered.
"I didn't!" Zhang Qixia exploded in anger and then aimed her gun at Early Summer. "Tell me, what happened to the boss lady?"
Early Summer forced herself to stay calm. "Haven't I been with you all along? How would I know what's happening outside?"
"Damn! You've been with us for years; we noticed you're an undercover agent!" Zhang Qixia sneered coldly. The bayonet of her submachine gun suddenly pierced through Early Summer's left shoulder, causing blood to gush out.
Early Summer couldn't help but scream as Zhang Qixia laughed derisively and poked her twice more forcefully. "Does it hurt? There's worse pain waiting for you later!" She then frowned and put away her gun to take out the remote control, pressing a few buttons while muttering to herself. "I wonder if there are any more Hell's Claw left."
How could there still be any Hell's Claw, unless the meat sauce on the ground could somehow piece itself back together?
It is frustrating that under Zhang Qixia's remote control, a Severed Limb actually rolled in from the cellar entrance. It was a right hand, and from the eye in the palm of this hand, it was clear that this was one of the four Severed Limbs that had fought us outside earlier.
I could tell at a glance because the resentment and anger flashing in the eye of this right hand were unmistakable.
"I didn't expect one to be left behind. This is good; I won't need to create a new body, I can just replicate it," Zhang Qixia said as she controlled the right hand standing in front of her, affectionately stroking its arm. The right hand trembled slightly, causing Zhang Qixia to feel a pang of pain. She comforted it gently, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Be good, Mommy will help you heal soon."
After soothing the right hand for a moment, Zhang Qixia raised her head and said sternly, "Since they have hurt you like this, go and take revenge! Go! Kill them!"
Upon hearing this, the fingers of the right hand tapped on the ground, and its entire body sprang up rapidly to head height with Zhang Qixia. Its eyes were filled with fury, and just when I thought it was about to attack us, an unexpected change occurred. The right hand suddenly swung its arm horizontally and struck the Submachine Gun from Zhang Qixia's hands.
Caught off guard, the Submachine Gun was sent flying five meters away.
As we were taken aback by this turn of events, the right hand swiftly grabbed Zhang Qixia by the throat.
Zhang Qixia was horrified and desperately pressed the remote control, seemingly trying to command the right hand to release her. However, the remote control seemed to have malfunctioned; the right hand was completely unaffected and only tightened its grip.
Soon, Zhang Qixia's face turned ashen, resembling that of a pig's liver. After a while, her arms fell weakly to her sides, and the remote control clattered to the ground. Despite this, the right hand still did not loosen its grip on her neck. It wasn't until more than a minute later that it suddenly released her. With a thud, Zhang Qixia's body fell straight to the ground, her eyes bulging and her purple-black face filled with terror.
From her posture, she should be dead... right?
Even though her face looked like that, I couldn't be sure she was truly dead because this woman was notoriously cunning; who knew if she was just pretending?
As if to dispel my doubts, the right hand actually dug out a Gold Brick from the floor and leaped into the air to smash it down onto Zhang Qixia's head. With a whoosh, the heavy Gold Brick crushed her skull open, splattering blood everywhere in a gruesome sight.
At this point, I could finally confirm that Zhang Qixia was indeed dead.
Meanwhile, I felt a gradual easing of the numbness within me. Although watching the right hand desecrate Zhang Qixia's corpse was somewhat cruel and disgusting, I still hoped it would continue without shifting its attention toward us. Once I returned to normalcy, dealing with this right hand wouldn't be too difficult.
After dropping another Gold Brick to smash Zhang Qixia's head into pieces, the right hand glared at us fiercely before flicking its fingers against the ground and jumping directly out of the cellar entrance.
Huh? What is going on here?
Originally, it was the right hand controlled by Zhang Qixia that suddenly shot her in the head, then disregarded us and left. This situation felt like two gangs were in a showdown, where one leader ordered his subordinate to kill the other side, only for that subordinate to turn around and kill his own leader instead, then toss aside the weapon and leave... It all seemed rather sinister.
After a while, the numbness in our bodies faded, and we regained normal movement. Everyone hurriedly reloaded their firearms, while Fatty directly fired three shots at Zhang Qixia's body, turning her chest into a bloody mess before stopping.
"What was up with that right hand?" Wen Zhan asked while changing magazines, frowning. "It didn't take the opportunity to kill us but just left like that."
Fatty immediately laughed, "Old Wen, you seem quite disappointed that it didn't kill you."
Wen Qianqian interjected, "Fatty, no jokes now. Has anyone noticed something strange?"
"What’s strange?" Everyone began to ask in confusion.
"Earlier, when we burned those three Hell's Claw to ashes on the ground above, we found three green control chips among the ashes, right?" Wen Qianqian said with a furrowed brow.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Wen Qianqian pointed at the large remnants and flesh scattered on the ground and said, "But there are no such chips in these Hell's Claw."
Upon hearing this, we instinctively looked down at our feet and glanced at each other; indeed, we didn’t find a single chip.
After a while, I cleared my throat and said, "Perhaps these Hell's Claw come in levels; those four above with chips are the main bodies, while these without chips are the replicated sub-bodies."
"Although Ghost Brother has a point there, I still feel like it's not quite right," Wen Qianqian shook her head.
Wen Zhan suddenly said, "Considering that right hand killed Zhang Qixia but didn’t attack us afterward and hurriedly left, could it be controlled by someone else?"
"This place is only us few left; everyone else is dead. Who else could control these Severed Limbs?" Fatty scratched his head.
"Yeah, who could it be?" A sinister voice suddenly echoed without warning.
"Hey, who is talking?" We looked at each other, all with puzzled expressions. Clearly, this voice did not belong to any of us.
"Who?" I shouted loudly.
"You guess," the voice replied with a mischievous laugh.
This time I heard it clearly; the voice came from the direction of the Cellar. Moreover, it sounded strangely familiar. I should know who this person was, but for a moment, I just couldn't recall their name.
"Yang Guo!" Wen Qianqian exclaimed loudly. "You are Yang Guo from The Return of the Condor Heroes!"
Yes, it was Yang Guo.
Although his voice now had a hint of wickedness and was completely different from his previous awkwardness, as soon as Wen Qianqian reminded me, I immediately remembered him. He was the Shop Owner, the one with a face full of flesh, looking somewhat like a pig, and he was the male second lead in The Return of the Condor Heroes, Yang Guo.
As for the male lead, that would definitely be the eagle. The title refers to the eagle first and then the hero; no matter how much the scriptwriter altered the story, Brother Eagle still retained his majestic presence.
Knowing that the voice coming from the Cellar was actually Yang Guo surprised me greatly. He and Dragon Girl had suddenly disappeared from the hotel last night. At that time, I thought they left to avoid trouble, so why were they now mysteriously appearing in the Cellar?
"That's right, I am Yang Guo!" Yang Guo's voice still carried that mischievous tone. "Surprise?"
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