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Zhiqing gripped the steel pipe tightly, moving forward without fear to confront the Masked Man. However, he did not expect that his opponent was well-prepared, possessing superior self-defense skills. Every attack aimed to kill, each move vicious and relentless, closing in on him step by step.
Ziya managed to pull Sun Meng back to the hidden place Zhiqing had taken her to, leaning Sun Meng against the wall of the restroom. She carefully removed the steel mesh from the ventilation duct and turned back to look at Sun Meng, their eyes meeting in a moment of silent understanding filled with unspoken words.
"No, Ziya, I can't leave you behind. I, Sun Meng, will not be a coward," Sun Meng insisted, shaking her head vigorously. Her previously bitten lip was slightly swollen as she refused to enter the vent.
"This isn't cowardice; it's about buying time. You can't be stubborn; you need to listen, understand?" Ziya said slowly and firmly. Her intimidating gaze left Sun Meng speechless. Perhaps she was right; if she could barely walk, how could she face the evil enemy?
"Please! You have to come back for me quickly; this place..." Sun Meng's face showed fear as she anxiously glanced around.
"Yes, I will definitely come back for you; don't worry!" Ziya reassured her while helping Sun Meng towards the vent. She lifted her up and forcefully shoved her into the duct. Noticing her feet, Ziya asked, "Where are your shoes?"
"My shoes... they fell into the weeds; I don't know... I heard a dog barking, a wolfdog... there are ghosts in the house," Sun Meng suddenly babbled incoherently. Her behavior worried Ziya deeply as she silently prayed to Heaven to protect Sun Meng and spare her any more suffering.
"Alright, you stay here. I'm going to check on Zhiqing and will come back for you."
"Okay." Sun Meng nodded but had no other thoughts. She curled up in the dark duct, afraid to crawl further in case something awaited her at the other end.
Ziya felt uneasy leaving Sun Meng alone and stepped out of the single restroom but then returned beneath the steel mesh of the duct. Looking at the curled-up figure of Sun Meng inside, she held back tears and quickly exited the restroom into the dim and damp corridor.
Every corridor was eerily quiet, as if Ziya were the only person left in this place. She hurriedly memorized the paths she had run through, ensuring she wouldn’t repeat them and waste time getting to Zhiqing.
When that familiar corridor came into view, Ziya was stunned by what she saw at its end: the Masked Man grinned menacingly, his head twitching as he raised his scythe high above him, aiming its blade directly at Zhiqing's chest as he lay on the ground.
"No... please, no..." Ziya cried out in agony, wishing desperately for a gun in her hand so she could pull the trigger and end this demon's life.
"Quick... run..." Zhiqing struggled to rise, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth as she turned her head to shout at Ziya. The Masked Man, however, calmly drew his knife again, raising the Scythe as he stepped over Zhiqing's body, his gaze fixed intently on Ziya as he advanced.
"No... n... you demon, die! Zhiqing... don't." Watching Zhiqing lie motionless, she thought to herself that she was dead... A sudden emptiness washed over Ziya, a deep pain gripping her heart as if it were being torn apart from within, gnawing at her soul.
"Run..." Zhiqing's words echoed in her ears, "You must come for me," Sun Meng's voice replayed in Ziya's mind as she teetered on the brink of despair. No... she couldn't give up hope for survival like this. For the sake of her loved ones, an infinite strength surged within Ziya, and she resolved to fight this demon with all her might.
Ziya raised an eyebrow, a determined smile forming on her lips as she quietly stepped back. The Masked Man quickened his pace to follow her.
The Masked Man laughed maniacally; his greatest rival, Zhiqing, was already dealt with. How could he not kill someone who was already wounded? Facing a proud and indifferent little woman like Ziya, what could be difficult?
The corridor reflected the shadows of the Masked Man and Specter; the raised Scythe resembled the grim reaper's hook, ready to claim Ziya's life at any moment. The Masked Man contemplated how to deal with this beautiful and charming lamb. He could skin her alive and use her hide to make a lantern cover. Then he could paint a stunning design on it—his imagination was truly rich. As he fantasized, he pursued her. This cat-and-mouse game was exhilarating; hidden behind his grotesque mask, his face twisted into a demented grin while his heart warped further into monstrosity.
And then there was Sun Meng, that damned woman. After all that effort, she still hadn’t died; it seemed her life was remarkably resilient. The Masked Man looked at the bluish blade of his knife, still stained with the blood of previous victims. He lifted the blade and extended his crimson tongue from beneath the mask, licking the blood off the edge.
"I'm right here," Ziya suddenly shouted as she leaped out, calling out loudly at the Masked Man's back.
The Masked Man jolted slightly and slowly turned his head to look—there was no one there; only the beam of light from the corridor illuminated his own eerie shadow. "Ha ha... playing with me? You're still too green," he sneered coldly.
Ziya peeked out from another room, shouted loudly again, then quickly retreated and ran into another room. This place was interconnected; after remembering each room one by one in response to the situation, she realized what she had to do. She needed to lure the Masked Man away from Zhiqing's body and find a way to move him—she couldn’t let Zhiqing’s corpse be exposed in the corridor. Earlier while running, she had seen Xiao Ranhong’s body seemingly gnawed upon by something; most of the facial muscles were gone, and there were numerous bloody bite marks all over.
Ziya felt a shock run through her; fear gradually transformed into strength—a primal instinct within her. She clenched her fists tightly; she had to survive. This was what Zhiqing expected of her, and Sun Meng was waiting for her return. One more thing: from those captured by the enemy, it seemed this person had some connection to them or perhaps belonged to Xu Bansian’s ilk as Zhiqing had mentioned.
However, none of this was enough to justify such cruel means of revenge. In Ziya's gradually recovering memories, two doubts emerged.
The Masked Man had seen Ziya several times, but he was helpless as her energy seemed endless, slipping away from his sight time and again, almost as if she were deliberately provoking him. The Masked Man was beginning to lose his patience; in frustration, he swung Scythe violently against the wall, the sound of scraping echoing through the corridor.
Ziya intentionally made noise to lure the Masked Man into pursuit. As she darted into another corridor, she noticed that the walls here bore no marks of being scratched. When the sound of the Masked Man's Scythe scraping against the wall reached her ears, she quickly dove into a nearby room, pressing herself against the wall by the door.
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