Song Huai ignored Yu Yue's outburst and took Yun Zhi Yue's hand, leading her toward another corpse surrounded by players. Another player had died.
Earlier, while they were killing for umbrellas in the street, they had noticed that when people died in this city, their bodies would dissolve into water. The innkeeper who had just died, along with a previously corroded player, had left no remains. However, the current player had a body.
Finding the reason behind this might prove useful for their investigation. Among the team members, aside from Bai Miao Miao, only the Mediterranean Balding Middle-aged Huang Yu was present. Excluding the three from the Top Ten List, the remaining players were all experienced veterans who had participated in the Hell Difficulty challenge; their hearts must be quite resilient.
Yet this male corpse bore an expression of extreme terror. Even in death, the panic remained etched on his face, indicating he must have been severely frightened before he died. Huang Yu analyzed the situation: "He must have died of fright. I lived next door and heard a loud commotion coming from his room. I called out several times but got no response. Gathering my courage, I knocked on his door, and it opened by itself. I didn’t dare to go in and found Mr. Jiang Bai instead, only to discover him dead by the bed."
Jiang Bai frowned and added, "The furniture in the room was knocked over quite a bit; there was nothing else left behind. He must have passed away as soon as I entered, but there were no visible external injuries. I find it hard to believe he died of fright."
To reach Hell Difficulty, one must have participated in numerous eerie games; it was unlikely that someone could be so timid.
After observing for a while, Song Huai suddenly asked, "Where's his Red Umbrella? Did anyone see it?"
Everyone looked at each other in confusion and shook their heads. One person even went into the deceased player's room to search thoroughly and reported back, "There’s nothing; no umbrella in the room. That umbrella seems to be something akin to an ID; he wouldn’t just throw it away."
Yun Zhi Yue narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "His body..."
As if responding to her words, the deceased male player suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Yun Zhi Yue's ankle.
Song Huai's gaze turned cold as he kicked out forcefully. The point where his shoe met the player's wrist emitted a sound of skin corroding.
Song Huai had used poison, but its effect was limited; the damaged skin was charred and reeked of decay. Yet at that moment, the player seemed devoid of pain—he was a moving corpse.
With blood-red eyes, he relentlessly attacked Yun Zhi Yue. His lower legs were crushed by Jiang Bai’s abilities yet he continued to crawl toward Yun Zhi Yue’s direction, dragging along the shattered flesh of his legs—a sight that could haunt someone for a lifetime.
Yun Zhi Yue twitched her lips and remarked dryly, "I’m just doing my job here; there’s really no need for you to try and kill me right off the bat. Is this how you greet someone on your first meeting? How rude."
It’s not a problem if we can communicate easily, Gui Jing thought, while Yun Zhi Yue dodged and glanced at Bai Miao Miao.
Look at where the Red Umbrella is on his body; after being smashed into a pulp like that, he still wants to cling to me. It’s disgusting!
Trying her best to ignore the horrifying sight of the mangled limbs, Bai Miao Miao took a deep breath and focused her gaze. Compared to what she could see in Xiao He Village, her current vision felt like it was covered by a veil, allowing her to only vaguely see another mass of red light moving with the disfigured body.
That thing is moving, Yun Zhi Yue thought. I can’t pinpoint its location. Bai Miao Miao said anxiously; she really wanted to help.
Damn it, are you forcing me to cheat? Cornered by the shredded flesh against the window, Yun Zhi Yue climbed onto Song Huai’s back, refusing to touch the rotten meat.
Bai Miao Miao, lend your eyes to Jiang Bai for a moment.
How do I lend them? Should I dig them out? Bai Miao Miao exclaimed in horror.
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